Resultados para "Rose" en Comedia romántica

Gin colecciona renos, ama el café y a su jefe (a escondidas). Escribe artículos absurdamente festivos que le encantan y odia a su némesis en la oficina. Nick es el grinch de «vida práctica y minimalismo con estilo», un tipo impecable que le recuerda que el SEO importa más que los renos (y siempre le quita su galleta).

A Lola le ha abandonado la inspiración y tiene tres meses para entregar su manuscrito salvador. Su cuenta corriente está más roja que el parque de bomberos, y el único bote salvavidas que encuentra llega en formato intercambio de casas al otro lado del Atlántico... O eso cree. Está convencida de que, si tu musa se larga a por tabaco y no vuelve, debes montarte en un avión para que regrese.

Paisley Molina was a complication I never saw coming. She was heading to law school. I was on my way to Italy. After two weeks with her, I was ready to upend all my plans. Until she skipped town without a word. Now she's back, looking like sin, and swearing I broke her heart. I don't know what she's talking about, but I mean to find out. Unfortunately, she's made it clear that she'd rather set herself on fire. Too bad for her. She owes me answers, and I will be getting them. I tell myself that's the only reason I'm in her space with my hands all over her delectable body.

After being married for almost fifteen years, I never expected my husband to ask for an open marriage so we can "explore" and "find happiness." I also never expected my hot older neighbor to be the one who dries my tears. He is every good girl's bad boy fantasy come to life. Well over six feet and covered in ink, he's got a gruff voice and attitude to match, but while he's been known to be a bear to other people, he's only ever a cub with me.

Demi Blake never asked to be the daughter of Eros, god of love. She’d rather hide behind her black muumuu and bureaucratic rulebook than embrace her divine destiny. As director of the Bureau of Affectional Affairs, she’s made it her mission to regulate mortal relationships with ruthless precision—and zero tolerance for cinematic romance tropes.

Between a breakup and a burned-down restaurant, there’s nothing left in New York for Kit Roth except the ashes of her success. Needing distance and distraction, she agrees to work for her best friend’s pasta-making nonna in the Italian countryside. But instead of providing a quiet sabbatical to eat up time while her kitchen is rebuilt, the small town of Manciano keeps pulling Kit into its rituals and rhythms. And before long, it shows her everything she’s been missing. Simpler cooking, community…and Nico Ruspoli, an olive oil producer with his own scorched past.

Alex has sworn off straight girls for good. After too many heartbreaks, she's determined to protect herself - even if that means shutting out love completely. But when she reluctantly attends her best friend's bachelorette weekend, Alex meets Lila - smart, gorgeous, and, predictably… straight. Despite her best efforts, Alex can't deny the spark between them.

Me llamo Jane Wallace y soy la sheriff de San Valentine Falls, un minúsculo pueblo de Missouri conocido por supurar corazones y destilar amor. Todo iba bien esta mañana, hasta que Radio Cupido ha anunciado que el hijo pródigo ha vuelto. Solteras, ¡afilad las flechas, toca salir de caza, incluso yo! Aunque mi intención no es hacerme con la presa, sino meterle las flechas por donde le quepan y mandarlo de vuelta a Nueva York. Me niego a que descubra mi gran secreto.

Daisy Becker es una actriz de segunda totalmente caótica: bebe, fuma, y roba a sus compañeros de piso. A sus veintipocos años tendrá un accidente de tráfico con Steve Barton, una arrogante estrella de Hollywood que está en Berlín rodando la nueva película de James Bond. Una vez muertos, Buda les dice que en sus vidas han juntado demasiado mal karma, y ambos se reencarnan en hormigas. Pero ninguno de los dos tiene muchas ganas de ir a la guerra como soldados-hormiga.

The first rule of touring? Don’t fall for your crew. Especially not the grumpy, emotionally caged, impossible-to-read sound guy who acts like tolerating pop-country singers is pure torture. Patrick “Patty” O’Shannan clearly doesn’t want to be here. He does his job and barely looks at me unless it’s to scowl. But my last sound engineer quit days before the start of my first tour, and Patty? Well, he was my only option. The deal is simple: he helps me survive the tour, I help him save his family’s bar, and then we go our separate ways. No complications. No getting attached.

I was not supposed to fall for my sister's hot guitarist, Jareth Grayson. I wasn't supposed to kiss him, either. But mistakes were made. Asking my gay best friend to pose as my boyfriend at my sister's wedding is an act of desperation meant to keep me out of Jareth's arms. Until it fails spectacularly. My bestie is MIA as soon as we land, and I'm pretty sure Jareth is stalking me. It's the only explanation for why I keep ending up in his arms.

Lo que Travis no sabía es que nunca, bajo ningún concepto, se puede retar a Cupido, y mucho menos volarle la cabeza mientras lo llamas estúpido, porque seguramente te la devuelva x 2.

As a packless omega baker hiding my designation in sleepy Lakeview, I've built my reputation on perfectly laminated dough rather than mating bonds. But as steam rises from the annual Baking Festival ovens, three irresistible alphas begin circling my demonstration table with hungry eyes.

Con miles de lectores en todo el mundo, Rose Gate vuelve a sorprendernos con una divertidísima romcom que romperá todos tus esquemas. Me llamo Cassey, aunque mis amigos suelen llamarme Crash. ¿El motivo? Porque soy rompebodas profesional. Si he aprendido algo después de veintiséis años al lado de mi madre es que, en el fondo, todo es cuestión de interés. Tengo una innovadora empresa en auge, dedicada a atrapar a los cazafortunas más escurridizos. Para ello cuento con un equipo de tentadores dispuestos a hacerlos caer.

With a glitter-sneezing caticorn and a thriving business, all Rosalyn needs is a romance as sweet as her baking. When a mysterious Rune Elf strides into Moonshine Hollow, bringing secrets and devastating charm, her perfectly measured life crumbles faster than a day-old scone. Bjorn is no ordinary elf. A secret prince looking for an escape, he's determined to forge his own path far from the expectations of his royal family. When he's tasked with helping a wild unicorn herd suffering from chaotic magic, he's relieved to focus on creatures instead of people.

Después de que una tormenta de nieve deja su vuelo en tierra, Lucy hace un último intento desesperado por llegar a casa para Navidad usando una aplicación de viajes compartidos. Ella piensa que hará un viaje por carretera con un desconocido ... pero el chico que aparece es alguien que conoce demasiado bien. Es el ligue que dejó plantado hace unos meses, y ahora estará atrapada en un coche con él en el viaje por carretera más incómodo de su vida.

Embarrassing breakups at work cost you promotions. Phoebe learned that the hard way. So when a patron's will names her as the director of a new museum in Serendipity Springs, she jumps at the chance to prove her professionalism. Her new plan: focus on work. Ignore distractions. Definitely ignore men. Easy peasy. But then the mailbox in Phoebe's quirky apartment building starts delivering a series of old love letters written between strangers… sixty years ago.

Mara Torres and I have exactly one thing in common: we can't stand each other. She's judgmental, prickly, and makes it crystal clear that even though our best friends are married, it's all she can do to tolerate me. The feeling is mutual. So naturally, when I need to invent a fake girlfriend to get my teammate off my back, her name is the one that falls out of my mouth. I expect her to laugh in my face when I ask for her help. Or maybe throw something at me. What I don't expect is for her to say yes. Turns out, there's something she wants enough to agree to the arrangement.

¿Qué lleva a Elon Kone a ser friegaplatos de día y estríper de noche? Quizá sea lo mismo que empuja a la heredera del imperio Yang a buscar su fortuna en el interior de una galleta. Bastará una noche en el SKS para que sus mundos colisionen, muerdan la manzana y el sabor de la tentación adquiera nombre de pecado. Mentiras, secretos... La venganza es dulce y se sirve en plato frío. Un juego peligroso en el que el devorador puede convertirse en devorado. Déjate seducir por la gula y sumérgete en el placer de la traición.

Si la intuición tuviera dientes hace tiempo que me habría comido el mundo. Menos mal que las hadas no me siguen el rollo, porque a mí las indigestiones me sientan fatal. Esa soy yo, Lucía la fantástica: impulsiva, impaciente, impertinente, a veces infantil, muchas veces deslenguada, siempre díscola y muy a menudo obstinada. ¿Qué le voy a hacer? El melodrama me pone. Altamente histriónica.