Resultados para "The Dead" en Comedia romántica

Eden only wanted one thing—to see her dead boyfriend again. But when her summoning spell misfired, she didn't get closure. She got Malachi—a demon with horns, fangs, a bad attitude, and the emotional maturity of a bored arsonist. He wasn't supposed to cross the veil, definitely wasn't supposed to barge into her apartment, and absolutely wasn't supposed to enjoy the frantic little mortal who panics when he breathes near her. As Eden's grief cracks open and Malachi learns what it means to feel, the line between summoner and summoned begins to blue.

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

Divorced. Broke. Living with a pack of elderly roommates. And those hallucinations she’s diligently ignoring? Her tarot card-dealing mom is convinced they’re clairvoyant visions. Just when things can’t get worse, a so-hot-it-should-be-illegal private investigator shows up on her doorstep looking for a neighbor...who turns up murdered.

Terry and Deana, the most unlikely guardian angels, face their third and undeniably most challenging mission when their past returns to haunt them. If they are to atone, they must successfully help Virginia … a woman neither has met but, unbeknown to them, was intrinsically entwined in their lives.… the ghostly duo are in for a shock.

She can't stand me. She also thinks she's got me all worked out. My Princess is determined to stay as far away from me as possible. Eighteen months ago, she wanted me, but now, she's convinced I'm bad news. The thing is an attraction like ours doesn't just fade, and my need for her has only grown stronger no matter how many times she offers me a scowl instead of her beautiful smile. We've been playing a game of cat and mouse since the day she wore my jersey, and fortunately for her, I love the chase.

Five things I learned while being a fallen-angel zombie: 1. Duct tape works better than embalming. 2. Alopecia is not my favorite hairstyle. 3. Fried demons smell like bacon. 4. This brain breath is affecting my love life. 5. Nothing ruins a honeymoon like an apocalypse.

Bella Tyson is a famous 40-something crime writer suffering from writer’s block ever since a bitter divorce two years before. When a fan offers her the use of an apartment in Venice, Bella jumps at it, hoping a change of scene will have her writing again. Once there, she soon meets Will, a charming Englishman, who shows her around the city. Enchanted by both Will and her new surroundings, Bella decides to write a supernatural murder mystery and begins researching local legends and the city’s more sinister side, including an illicit visit to the island of Poveglia, spooky former home of Venice’s asylum.

In this three-book collection, meet vampire Mya as she navigates her new role as Queen of Wayward Souls and the other residents of this crazy village named after its gnarled trees.

The new werewolf compound is haunted, and Babylon, the only Perkins sister with necromancer skills, is just the right witch for the job. Except this ghost is under a curse, and breaking it means a one-way ticket to the world of the elves. There is a way Babylon will be able to break the curse and return to Accident, but it involves tying herself to the architect of Hell, a demon that Babylon is already falling for. It seems like a win/win situation, but the youngest witch of the Perkins clan has a secret. A secret that might ruin her chances for a happily ever after.

For Olivia Sullivan, love is more a curse word than a sentiment. Growing up as the daughter of a small town mortician, guys didn't warm to the fact there were dead people in her house. At thirty, taking over the family business and becoming the town Coroner helped to cement her undateable status. Of course her past sex history didn't help matters either.

You break up with your boyfriend of ten years after walking in on him with another woman. A day later, you received a phone call from your mother whom you haven't spoken to all those years, and it's to deliver gruesome news. You have no job, no life, no future plans. And now you are moving into a new quirky town where only happy weirdos live. And the final cherry on top, the sisters who hate you are moving here as well. Sounds fun? Because I am having a blast over here....

After a disastrous marriage and divorce, Detective Cary Stevens vowed he'd never let another woman into his heart. But when his latest investigation puts him in the way of a bullet, his bachelor days - and one-night stands - may be numbered. On the brink of death, he finds himself in Room Six, a waiting room in the hereafter where in-betweeners' fates are truly decided. He resigns himself to dying of boredom, if nothing else, in the lineup of senior citizens with their AARP magazines, when in walks the one woman who could make him want a second chance at life and love.

Vampyres don't exist. They absolutely do not exist. At least I didn't think they did 'til I tried to quit smoking and ended up Undead. Who in the hell did I screw over in a former life that my getting healthy equates with dead? Now I'm a Vampyre. Yes, we exist whether we want to or not. However, I have to admit, the perks aren't bad. My girls no longer jiggle, my ass is higher than a kite, and the latest Prada keeps finding its way to my wardrobe.

What do you get when you combine a three-headed monster named Charles; a rotund, gay, dancing Demon named Doug; a culinary disaster baked by Mother Nature; a celibate premarital councilor named Jeff; an offer from Satan that's impossible to refuse; and Steve Perry? You get the royal wedding from hell - or, to be more accurate, possibly in hell. All I want to do is marry the Vampyre of my dreams, with my closest friends and family in attendance. Yep, I know nuptials in the undead world are unheard of, but I'm still hanging on to my humanity if only by a thread.

Getting dumped by the Demon of my dreams wasn’t exactly in the game plan. Game plans suck. Throwing caution to the wind is my new motto. I used to be a semi-happily single Vampyre. As the Princess of the Australian Dominion, I have an enormous palace, a fabulous wardrobe, I don’t look a day over 30, and I have gobs of friends — most of whom would be happy to see me permanently deceased. However, they hide it well. In the violent world of the undead, I consider it a win.

For Garrett Mitchell, who just found out his butthead of an ex-boyfriend cheated on him, that donation is money well spent. And Tristan Waverly was just unceremoniously dumped by a man who is absolutely worthy of being tossed to hungry bears, so he’s more than happy to buy a fish.

And I thought being half Vampyre/half Demon was hard.... That's nothing compared to being a mother. Sweet baby Moses in a boob tube, there aren't any books on raising True Immortals, so let me give you a few tips.... Make a map of every closet and bathroom in your home if you enjoy having sex. Sleep deprivation can cause confusion, and a map will help if you have only seven minutes and 31 seconds. You're welcome.

Being dead never felt so alive. When eighteen-year-old Cassie Blackwood gets flattened by a truck, she thinks the worst part of her day is over. Wrong. Now she's enrolled at Liminal Community College, sharing an apartment with a banshee who has strong opinions about breakfast, and trying to master "Advanced Manifestation Techniques" without phasing through her chair mid-lecture. Death, it turns out, comes with surprisingly good Wi-Fi but terrible food—except for coffee, which somehow still tastes amazing. Then Adrian Thorne walks into her algebra class.

With Ethan by my side, along with new friends and a few well-hidden enemies, it’s time to adjust my crown, put a few Vampyres in their place, and kick some Zombie butt. I’m dead. Life is still good. I have unconditional love. And on most days, when I’m not covered in Zombie guts, I’m wildly fashionable. Fashionably dead, that is, and loving it.

Welcome to Hell. Literally. The Hell where the Prince of Darkness is hotter than Hades, Hell Hounds smell like brownies, and the Seven Deadly Sins are addicted to Facebook.... Not to mention the soundtrack in the Underworld is Journey. For real. I should have known no good could come from offing my parents in the space of 20 minutes no matter how psychotic and evil they were....