Resultados para "The Bride" en Contemporánea

They warned me no one survives the love of a scarred prince. I touched him anyway. And now I'm dead—just like they said I'd be. For years, I believed I was alone. Then I saw him again—a boy I once knew and never forgot. He's all muscle and perfection now—body of a god, a face that could stop traffic. But the scar and those blue eyes? I'd know them in the dark. He still believed he was a monster. But I saw the pain in his eyes. And in that moment, I knew: not all monsters wear their teeth. I should've stayed away.

No wedding catastrophe can faze Katie Gallagher because when you plan for the worst, you deliver the best. The best wedding ever. Her company, Wedding Protectors, Inc., promises happily ever afters. Guaranteed. Whatever it takes. But always-prepared Katie? She's steering clear of her own HEA. Love is her job. Not her destiny. So when she falls for silver fox and self-made millionaire Patrick Cooper, she breaks a rule so taboo, it doesn't technically exist: Never fall for the bride's father.

I am a thing of horror. A failed experiment, stitched from mismatched parts. I carved out our place in the wastelands of Alia Terra, yet even my own kind, perfected by my work, avoids me. Hideous and alone. Years ago, consumed by this loneliness, I sent my blood to a Marriage Temple, and to my surprise, I was matched to a maiden. What happened when she saw me sent me into a spiral of despair and grim thoughts. I vanished behind my mansion's gates, forever. But forever is a long time to be lonely. If this is my fate, then I'll reject my immortality and be done with it. Or I can try once more…

Summer I can’t marry him. I have no good reason to jilt my hockey player fiancé, except that the closer we get to the big day, the more I feel myself shrinking to a hollow shell. Two minutes after I slip into the church bathroom to calm my pre-wedding jitters, I jump out the window to make my...

Jesse Boston is the man of my dreams. He's super sexy, super rich, and super funny. He gets all my jokes, he treats me like a princess, and our love life is smokin' hot. So I'm gonna marry him. I'm not real picky about how that happens, and if my mother wants to have her say, fine. That's fine. She gave birth to three boys and just one girl. So I get it. She NEEDS a wedding. But when she invites my childhood nemesis, KAREN, to plan our wedding AND be one of my bride's maids? Uh - no. It's not happening.

Rule number one: Never steal from a mobster. Rule number two: If you break rule one, don't agree to be his fake wife. And the golden rule? Don't fall for the ruthless, irresistible mafia king who now calls you his. Because when you break all these rules, you're left with a shattered heart, a secret child, and years of hiding from the man who thinks you're buried six feet under. Self-preservation was never my strong suit. Marco Barrone wasn't just another mark. He was a predator in Armani, with eyes like winter steel and a smile that promised ruin. Dangerous. Magnetic. Lethal.

Khai Diep has no feelings. Well, he feels irritation when people move his things or contentment when ledgers balance down to the penny‚ but not important emotions, like love. His family knows better - that his autism means he just processes emotions differently. When he steadfastly avoids relationships, his mother takes matters into her own hands and returns to Vietnam to find him the perfect bride.

He didn't ask for my surrender. He took it. Maybe I let myself get a little too tipsy this evening, but I didn't expect to wake up next to a Russian mobster without my panties on. Fortunately, Maxim Volkov isn't here to ravage me. At least not tonight... He's made it his business to look out for me, and if that means taking me over his knee with my bottom bare for a spanking with my own hairbrush, then that's exactly what he's going to do.

At this point, I'm starting to lose track of how many people are trying to ruin my life. My parents. My ex and his mistress. Pasha's enemies (and believe me, there are a lot of those). But Pasha abandoning me in the hardest moment I've ever faced is the cherry on top. He swore he'd be here... but he's not. Until, suddenly, he is. The problem is, that might be worse. Because the man I loved has turned into something else. A monster. A stranger. And our happily ever after has never looked farther away

When I uncovered my fiancé's dirty little secret, I fled, leaving him standing at the altar like a sad little penguin. As a desperate bride on the run, I'm forced to take the job no one in their right mind wants: assistant to the ego-inflated billionaire owner of a luxurious resort. Logan Blingwood—his name alone sends shivers down the spines of his employees. He's infuriatingly arrogant, and glaring at me is his new favorite pastime. But beneath his grumpy façade and rock-solid chest, there's a flicker of vulnerability and a (nearly indiscernible) thump of a beating heart.

Varsity coach Mitch Holden thinks he's seen everything until Scotswoman Emma McGregor steps out of her car, in a bridal dress and veil, and asks him where she can find a job. Mitch is stunned but directs her somewhere to stay...and finds himself unable to keep from checking up on her. Emma McGregor has had the worst day of her life. Finding out her groom didn't really want to marry her was a devastating blow, but Mitch and the town of Marietta reach out to her in a way she couldn’t have imagined. Nowhere seems to do Christmas like Marietta does.

Weston bloody Kincaid. The billionaire who wore £7,000 suits like he was doing them a favor. When he wasn't filling out his doctor's scrubs like they were tailor-made for him. Exactly the kind of man who needed to be taken down a notch. Definitely not the kind with whom you want to spend any extended period of time. Absolutely not stuck with him in a remote cabin during the holiday season. Totally completely not snowed in together over Christmas.... Help!

I, Everly Townstead, need to stop fantasizing about my brother's billionaire best friend. Should I have accidentally married the notorious charmer in Vegas? No, because his family is trying to buy my dad's company. Nothing says trust and unity between two businesses like an (accidental) marriage of convenience, right? Three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my fake husband: One: My brother would be furious. Two: I can't risk my heart getting broken again. Three: Cash Stafford doesn't do serious–ever. Smart girls like me don't end up with men who flirt with easy smiles.

Grace Cabot and her sisters await the shame of losing status and luxuries upon the death of the earl of Beckington. The dire circumstances are inevitable unless Grace's wicked plot to seduce a wealthy viscount into marriage goes off without a single hitch. But once she is discovered in the arms the earl of Merryton, her plan takes a most unexpected twist!

When Ruth gets set up on a blind date with Carter Wilson, she agrees to go out with him as a favor to a friend. But she's not interested in Carter. He might be the most attractive man she's ever known, but he's too rich. Too indulged. Too nice all the time. Right now, her career comes first in her life, and even if it didn't, she's looking for a man with rougher edges. Plus, she suspects he might still have a thing for a woman he can never have.

Here's the deal. I'm 16, and I'm getting married. Super weird, I know. It was just me and my dad. We lived on a cattle ranch in Montana. He died suddenly, leaving me an orphan (which is still a thing). I'm 16 months away from being a legal adult, so I have two choices. A foster home or marry Jake Talley. My dad's foreman and really, my best friend. It's legal. It solves all my problems. Except now, I'm living with Riverbend's hottest cowboy - my husband in name only - and I'm still in high school. Where no one wants to date weird, married Ellie.

I'm Hayden. I'm old enough to know better. I can have any woman I want - except Perrie Atkins. She's too young. Off-limits. Innocent. Forbidden. She's my best friend's daughter. Once, she had a crush on me. Now that she's grown and engaged to another man, I can't just let her go. But how many bridges am I willing to burn to convince her that she's mine? Maybe if I tell her I'm in love with her, she'll choose me. Then again, Perrie has shocked me for years - and now is no different....

On Leila's way to meet her intended as his mail order bride, Dan McCall, a federal agent, finds her lying on the side of the road unconscious. He rescues her and she attaches her heart to him immediately. Dan is not the marrying kind...or is he? Joe, her intended, is not happy to lose yet another mail order bride, and takes drastic measures to insure their marriage. Leila faces a dilemma - risk the man's life who saved hers, or marry a man she despises.

The one man I cannot stand. The one wedding I wish I never agreed to plan. Liam Kincaid. Billionaire. Powerful. My best friend’s fiancé. And now…my biggest problem. He’s cold. Arrogant. Impossible. The man has the emotional depth of a stone wall and treats his wedding like a business deal. I should dislike him. I do dislike him. Until one vivid dream changes everything.

Jude "Lucky" Lucketti wasn't just a sexy, brooding construction worker. He was my own personal hero, showing up in all the right places at the right times. Like when my car broke down and I needed a ride home, and when I face-planted on the sidewalk right in front of him and had to be taken to the emergency room. We became friends, and it didn't matter that he was 16 years older than me. We had a lot in common - like our love of old rock music and vintage fast cars and our aversion to relationships.