Resultados para "Kiss" en Contemporánea

Reapers can't feel. We aren't born. We're created from the essence of the dead, from Death himself breathing us into existence. We have one purpose. Ferry mortals to the afterlife so they can be judged, weighed, and born anew. I've taken countless human souls, and I've never cared… until I met a human who made me throw everything away for the chance to feel him for just a moment before he died. And then… I saw his twin brother.

Tabitha Winters, glamorous celebrity chef, loves her life and growing empire in New York. But when her best friends buy the old summer camp where they worked as counselors, she can't turn down their invitation to appear at the opening week fundraising gala . . . even if it means confronting the memories of her first love and its disastrous ending.

I have no idea why I said yes. Maybe I'd had one too many wines. Maybe I'd done it accidentally. Maybe I'd been sleep-texting. One thing I know for sure is this: I absolutely do not want Ethan Hawkins in my apartment, up in my business, taking over my space. Yet he's here, moving his stuff into my spare bedroom, sending a wave of panty-melting, musky man-scent my way every time he walks past me. Here's the thing. We don't get along - at all. We never have, and I don't think we're going to start now that we're under one roof.

Callum Reed just found a fake wife. When Cal shows up to a speed dating event with the express purpose of reaming out Dr. Ruth Coldwell for her abysmal matchmaking skills, he finds himself with an unusual opportunity instead—she needs a fake husband. He needs a fake girlfriend. It sounds like a match made in heaven, and he proposes a deal. Fake date him, and he'll fake marry her, and both their problems will be solved.

My mom and I have a secret. For the last two years, we've been on the run from someone far worse than Ares, Hades, and Vulcan. We're tired of running. What better place to hide than behind the walls of Olympus? The home of the Pantheon, the mafia that controls East Haven? When we arrive, three dangerous men take an unlikely interest in me, despite my efforts to keep them at a distance. Vulcan: The sweet, flirty tech wizard Hades: The assassin with eyes so blue it hurts Ares: The heir to it all with an attitude to match

I'm burnt out on love, but Grace Winters is the funniest—and most attractive—woman I've ever met. Too bad Creekville is just a detour for her. I get it. But when I recruit her to help me build a booth for the town's biggest event of the year, I learn just how irresistible she is. And if that's not bad enough, when I talk her into fake dating to convince my boss I'm ready for a promotion, we share an unplanned kiss that blurs every line we've drawn.

The night I catch my husband cheating is the night I stop pretending. I don't cry. I don't scream. I don't get mad—I get even. So I bring home another man—a stranger with wicked eyes and a smile sharp enough to carve me open. I let him have me in the house I share with a liar. A moment of weakness? Maybe. A moment of revenge? Definitely. But he saw me—the darkness, the hunger, the parts my husband hated—and he wanted more.

À vingt-trois ans, Rose Calloway pensait avoir tout sous contrôle. Elle est diplômée de Princeton, lauréate de prestigieux concours académiques, créatrice de mode à succès et fille d’un milliardaire influent. Mais tout n’est pas aussi simple... Alors que sa ligne de vêtements est en péril après le scandale sexuel lié à sœur Lily, Rose échafaude une solution aussi originale qu’inattendue pour la remettre à flot. Pour compliquer les choses, elle accepte de se mettre en couple avec Connor Cobalt, son rival universitaire à l’allure quasi divine.

I'm the Grinch who saves Christmas… Yep, you read that right. Every year, I save Christmas—and Christmas Falls—by organizing a massive festival that sustains tourism in our little town. It turns out that when Christmas is your life 24/7, the shine wears off the twinkly lights after a while. The holidays are a heck of a lot of work, and when I go home, I want peace and quiet, not fa-la-la-ing on my porch. That all changes when my sister brings me an early Christmas gift. One I didn't ask for. One that's tall, broad, and handsome...

Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women. Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin'-uh. I do care that he's doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain - making him my competition in this year's kissing contest. Why do I care, you ask? Because I've had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was 16 years old, but I also know it's never going to happen.

What do a wrong number text, a burning building, and a quirky florist have in common? A hunky firefighter with an extra-large...hosepipe. In hindsight, I never should have opened that text message. The last thing I needed first thing on a Monday was a picture of some stranger's, um, eggplant, in my inbox. I also should have replaced the batteries in my fire alarm, because my Friday night did not need to end with my apartment building going up in flames. But it's fine. It's fine. Everything is fine.

Stella Lane thinks math is the only thing that unites the universe. She comes up with algorithms to predict customer purchases - a job that has given her more money than she knows what to do with as well as way less experience in the dating department than the average 30-year-old. It doesn't help that she has Asperger's and that French kissing reminds her of a shark getting its teeth cleaned by pilot fish. She decides that she needs lots of practice - with a professional - which is why she hires escort Michael Phan.

Well . . . for everyone but herself. And lately, it isn't just her dating life that has her fuming in frustration. A misfortune has just landed Gemma without an apartment, so when a chance encounter with a real estate tycoon hands her a shiny new apartment at a price she can afford, Gemma takes it without another thought. It isn't until she is dragged naked from the shower that Gemma finds out this apartment is already taken . . . by the person she hates the most. Knox Rook has met his match.

They say your first kiss should be earned. Mine was stolen by a devil in a masquerade mask under the black Chicago sky. They say the vows you take on your wedding day are sacred. Mine were broken before we left church. They say your heart only beats for one man. Mine split and bled for two rivals who fought for it until the bitter end. I was promised to Angelo Bandini, the heir to one of the most powerful families in the Chicago Outfit. Then taken by Senator Wolfe Keaton, who held my father’s sins over his head to force me into marriage.

Bad luck seems to follow me. Last night, I grabbed a drink at the bar near my new workplace. I met the most sophisticated man when he “stole” my table. We bantered and danced, and I went home with a stranger for the first time in my life. The next morning, I find out my hot one-night stand is my new boss. Gone is the playful, charming man from last night. Luke Maxwell is all business, acting as if our night together never happened. He’s impossible to please, but I’m determined to succeed. This job is my chance to prove myself and put my past—and my ex—behind me.

I’m Jake Masterson, single dad, and the general manager of Seattle’s NHL team. I walked away from a career as a player so I could raise my daughter. For the last 20-plus years, Queenie has been my main priority, but now she’s getting married. And there’s a small complication. A beautiful, sexy complication named Hanna.

Cowboys break hearts. It's a known fact. But my career as a romance planner has me moving back to my hometown of Kissing Ridge—a town so full of cowboys you can't enter a room without bumping into a Stetson. And I don't date cowboys. Not that it matters. I build romance for others… not myself. There's no way I'm falling for a steer wrestler with a sinful smile and awkward rambles. I've already had one cowboy break my heart. I don't intend to make it two.

Meeting Bolan Adler, professional baseball catcher and single dad, is a complicated story. One involving a one-time kiss when I was young and silly. And a two-time tryst as some kind of midlife breakdown moment. Anyway, in the game of baseball, three strikes mean: you're out. I thought my third one might happen when Bolan Adler is the newest client of the sports management agency I work for. The same business that just promoted me to agent status when I hadn't asked for the position.

One look at Grant Riggins standing in my bakery looking at me like I'm his last meal is enough to know I'm in way over my head. He's relentless in his pursuit. The kind of man I could get lost in. But Grant makes me wish for things I can't have. I've finally got my life back. The last thing I need is to fall for the first man to give me a second glance, even if he does seem sincere in his efforts to win me over.

Natalie's day is taking a nosedive. She's been fired from her job and was just dumped by her boyfriend right before boarding the plane. The airport buzzes with excited travelers, but she stands there, grappling with the reality of her situation. A week-long family celebration on the coast of Maine looms, and she's desperate to show her relatives she isn't a complete disaster. She needs a hero, someone to pose as her loving partner and help her maintain her self-respect. All seems lost until her path crosses with Jake, a stone-faced businessman, and they make a deal.