Resultados para "The Kiss" en Contemporánea

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.

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 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.

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.

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...

I don’t give a damn what people say about me. I’m successful and confident—one of San Diego’s youngest CEOs. But when my womanizer rep costs me a major business deal, I’ve got a problem. One of my brothers suggests a fake girlfriend. Ridiculous. Then I spot the perfect opportunity. At a bar, I overhear a stunning blonde getting utterly humiliated by her ex—who casually informs her he dumped her to marry someone else. What an idiot. She looks like she needs rescuing. So, I sit at their table and kiss her like I’ve done it a million times.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Every small-town girl has known a Sawyer Garnett. He’s the dimpled dreamboat we used to fantasize about in algebra class, the hometown heartbreaker with no shortage of outraged exes. But unlike most golden boys, this one didn’t peak in high school. Oh, no, no. Like the fine wine at the vineyard he’s the literal heir to, Sawyer’s only gotten better with age. Nobody is more annoyed that karma has yet to find Sawyer than my best friend, his old flame. Just hearing his name makes her curse the day he was born.

Gray Rutherford had it all—a thriving business, a luxurious home, and a family he adored. Yet, when his wife Rose leaves him after twenty years of marriage, he's forced to face the bitter truth: he's taken her devotion for granted. Confronted with his failings, Gray embarks on a desperate journey to reclaim the love of his life and prove that she is indispensable to him.

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.

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.

This summer was supposed to be an escape from the city and the demons lurking within it. Too bad the minute I arrive at the beach house I’m sharing with friends, the guy I swore I’d never talk to again in my life walks through the door. Now, I’m not only stuck hiding out from an ex who won’t leave me alone, but with someone who screwed me over before he could even be considered an ex.