Resultados para "Hot Mess" en Romántica

I, Elle Evans, am on the run. Not from the fuzz - although that would be more exciting. No, I’m on the run from the four-year-old private tape that, thanks to my vengeful ex, has probably already ruined my vlogging career. There’s nothing like the entire world knowing what you look like mid-O. Creek Keys, Florida, is a million miles away from NYC, and it’s the perfect place for me to hide for the rest of summer until I can figure out what I’m going to do.

My life is a hot mess. Single, working, and raising two daughters, it's a miracle I get us up, dressed, and fed every morning. Forget about dating-nobody's got time for that. Even if love hadn't left me jaded, I'm not settling for anything less than perfect this time around. Lucky for me, the perfect man just happens to work in my office. But there's just one small problem: he's my boss, and is totally off limits. But hey, if it's meant to be, it'll find a way, right?

When Alecia “Joy” Middleson meets Minke, a young hustler from Brooklyn, he quickly becomes her world. He feels the same way about her - she is his better half. By the age of 18, Alecia is married and has two children by Minke. Their life is like a fairy tale, until Minke discovers that he’s been deceived by his wife and leaves her and her children with only the clothes on their backs.

Who buys a cottage in a New England fishing village on a whim? A stressed-out, twice-divorced romance writer and single mother looking for a fresh start, that’s who. Despite what my besties say about my three-year dry spell, I’m not looking for a man. Or drama. Or sex. I’ve got enough on my plate with writer’s block and a daughter who refuses to grow up. Community. That’s what I need. So why are all these random men suddenly drawn to me? Is there a shortage of women in Chatemup, Massachusetts?

It's Valentine's Day, and Ellie Knight finds herself eating Nutella in the bar stock after a no-show date. But single doesn't have to be the loneliest number, does it? She goes back home to her flatshare and weird flatmates. It's okay there's black mould everywhere, right? With a hangover from hell, she goes to the office job she thought she would have quit by now. Doesn't everyone hate their job? Maybe Ellie isn't following the official life plan, but perfect is overrated.

Unless you're a mom, you just wouldn't understand. The crying, the diapers, the late nights, the early mornings. The laughter, the smiles, the joy, the blessing. I get it. I'm living it. I love it. I also know that sometimes, moms need a break. A rest away from the world, away from their troubles, away from the everyday hustle and bustle. A ranch retreat run by hot cowboys for a month? I'll pay double. One whole month of nothing but fun and adventures. I don't think those cowboys knew what they were in for when they signed us up.

Am I single? Yes. Am I ready to mingle? Not even kind of—especially now that I have my son to think about. My dating track record speaks for itself, and it is not pretty. It's a good thing I accidentally moved into a retirement community where all the guys are thirty years older than me. But now the new complex manager—the young, attractive complex manager—has realized I'm not supposed to live here, and he's trying to kick me out.

I'm seeking a billionaire. I will also settle for a millionaire. Sorry, I'm not interested in any salesmen looking to sell me a time-share or a part of their animal balloon company (been there, done that). If interested, please respond before Monday morning so I don't have to go to work.

Firefighter Nick Lawson expects Pet Safety Awareness Day to be a dull shift of handing out smoke-alarm pamphlets. Instead, chaos pounces when a three-legged escape-artist cat rockets into a bounce house and its beaming owner, Lila Hart, crashes straight into Nick’s arms. One airborne rescue, a confetti shower of flyers, and a headline-hungry reporter later, his perfectly ordered life lies in tatters. Then a cranky landlord’s ultimatum locks Nick into a fake relationship with the very woman who derails his plans.

Peace and quiet. That's all I'm looking for after two grueling tours in the Army. Pete swears I'll find it if I join him on a trip to Spruce, Texas to reunite with his old military pal Cody.

I’m your neighborhood hot-mess single mom, doing my best to keep my head above water while running my little slice of heaven and keeping my youngest from shoving marbles up his nose - which is exactly what he’s doing the first time Levi Wilson, pop star god, world’s sexiest man, and my all-time number-one celebrity obsession, walks into my bookstore. And we had a moment. Like, a moment-moment. So when he proposes a no-strings fling? Count. Me. In. Thrill of a lifetime, right? Surely, nothing will go wrong.

I'm a hot mess single mom with no time for players…or anything else. He's a wounded NHL star stuck in the small town he's fought to escape. So we strike a deal to become roomies—Aaron will babysit my little boy to help me through the busiest catering season of the year. In exchange, I'll give him a place to heal away from his overbearing family. The problem? We hate each other (and lust after each other) in equal measure.

After suffering four years of scrutiny from her PhD assessor, Elizabeth Maclean believes she's finally free of Dr Thomas Henderson's tyranny when she begins her postdoc. But when a fire goes off in Tom's lab (stupid undergrads) he ends up working in the same lab as Liz. On the same bench, no less. For three whole months. To make matters worse (and much to their mutual surprise) Tom's mum and Liz's dad announce their impending marriage after a whirlwind romance. So when Liz's landlord tells her to move out, pronto, it tips her over the edge.

I should have seen it coming...My psychic abilities failed me this time. Or maybe I ignored them for my shinier illusions of grandeur. What should have been the most epic day of my life becomes my worst nightmare.

Being psychic isn't cool. It's not my fault Susan's fiancé is a loathsome money-grubbing sociopath. She picked him. A devoted friend would end his devious plan by stopping the doomed wedding and saving her friend from becoming a possible murder victim. I want to be the daring friend who rescues Susan from her lunatic lover. It's just I have no evidence, only an illusive dream. Plus, I'm not keen on becoming a social outcast.