Resultados para "The Princess" en Contemporánea

Hey, it's your girl Von again. Remember when I said hunting down those two Accardi heirs would be a piece of cake? Well… I found one of them, only to realize he's a guy I hit and quit two years ago. What's even worse is the fact that I still remember him. I never remember my flings. I'm the girl who scratches the itch and moves on. Of all the itches, why did it have to be a clingy one? This maniac says we're soul mates. Ha! Yeah, right.

Taylor is the youngest of three kids. He's a cook, a plant dad, a devoted son, and in love with his brother's best friend. Both of his brothers' best friends, actually. But they're in a relationship with each other.

He’s a man with a secret. She’s honest to a fault—and about to blow his cover. Alice Taylor is ready to leave her small-town life behind and start fresh. When the opportunity to work for billionaire Billy Baxter—who’s launching a professional soccer team—lands in her lap, she jumps at the chance. Adventure, a new city, and a career? Yes, please. Only Alice didn’t plan on Will.

Pushing Lucy Remington's buttons is my favorite pastime and has been since we were kids. Watching as her brilliant blue eyes darken in anger when I mockingly call her Princess—even though she is one—fills me with immense satisfaction. She's the last woman on Earth I would want to take as my wife, yet that's exactly what her grandfather—my King—asks of me.

My castle was a compound. My subjects: a bunch of rowdy bikers. And the villain of this tale was my father, the king. When a brutal attack leaves me no choice but to flee, I find myself cast out and alone. Six years later, I’m dragged back to hell as nothing more than a pawn. I’m not the same girl that ran, so I’ll play their game...but not by their rules. Because this time I won’t go down without a fight. It will take more than knights on chrome horses to break me.

My status as one of the league's superstars means I can have any woman I want. Puck bunnies line up at the chance to score with a hockey player. There's just one problem...the only woman I want is off-limits.

I landed in hot water with the tabloids one too many times. What can I say? My nipple wanted to come out and say hi to the paparazzi. After that, my father presented me with an ultimatum—either he cuts off the gravy train and stops paying for my lavish lifestyle or I agree to have a live-in bodyguard. And by bodyguard, I mean a sexy, formidable, out-of-this-world babysitter who just happens to be good at breaking spines. Ransom Lockwood, ladies and gentlemen.

My trip to Mexico for my cousin's wedding was only supposed to be a few days of obligation and oceanside. I wasn't expecting Luke. Wasn't expecting the hot hockey player, with the smirks and the tattoos, who kept bumping into me. And I certainly wasn't expecting to spend a night on the beach, under the stars, underneath him. It was magical, but I thought it would end there. Instead, we exchanged numbers and stayed in touch. So when Luke invited me to watch him play in Vegas, I went. And it was great. Until we woke up the next morning and found the wedding certificate in my pocket.

À 31 ans, après une rupture amoureuse, Sarah réalise rapidement que le scénario typique de comédie romantique ne sera pas pour elle. Sept ans plus tard, au top de sa carrière et toujours célibataire, Sarah se complaît dans son tourbillon professionnel réconfortant, gorgé d'ambition, de succès et de masques sociaux. Quand on voit les relations de couple avec lucidité, est-il possible de s'ouvrir de nouveau à l'amour?

When I was little, I was obsessed with fairytales. My dad told me the stories of the stars and white knights who rescue princesses. I’d wear a silver plastic crown and stare at the sky, waiting for the day my knight in shining armor would come. Then my dad died, my crown broke, and my mom shipped my sister and me off to boarding school. And then I met them. My knights. Only they’re nothing like the fairytales I grew up on. They’re wrapped in sin and shrouded in darkness. Bossy, protective, alphaholes. And heirs to the Italian mafia.

Sacrificed to maintain the fragile peace between her family and his, only Aurora Bianchi can sate Max De Luca's desires and keep his darkest depravities under control. But now his father wants complete control of The Syndicate… and she's an obstacle to their plans. A pawn her husband is forced to sacrifice.

He's the bastard of the empire, a savant, a genius, and a self-made success. He left it all behind, but he came back for her. Their passion is a flame that ignites more than their bond. It ignites secrets, lies, and a puzzle that once solved, will shake them to the core. You know one deep, dark secret, but you do not yet know anywhere near everything.

Prince Grayson would rather flee his own country than marry the conniving barracuda his parents want him leg-shackled to for all eternity. So that's exactly what he does - he flees. What feels even better is the sizzling chemistry he has with the sassy Southern Belle who quite literally stumbles into his life. Arabella Princessa Royale has no interest in men, especially since she barely escaped the social aftermath of her dumpster-fire relationship. But His Royal Scorching Hotness, with all that brooding, tattooed, bad-boy sexiness, proves impossible to ignore.

JK Sullivan has recently retired from the US Army. She is offered an "easy" bodyguard job protecting British Princess Tabitha who is spending the summer in the US to escape the British media. Princess Tabitha's time in the US is top secret. She will have a different hairstyle and different clothes and be basically unrecognizable as the Princess that is all over the British Press. The one thing JK doesn't count on with this job is falling for the lovely and genuine Princess underneath it all.

Cherry Neita is 30, flirty, and done with men. As far as she can tell, they're overrated, overpaid, and underperforming - in every area of life. But a girl has needs, and the smoking-hot stranger she just met at the office seems like the perfect one-night stand.... Prince Ruben of Helgmøre is reckless, dominant, and famously filthy. The outcast royal is rebuilding his reputation - all for a good cause - but he can't resist a pretty face. A

Valor joined up with Tray after Beauty's sacrifice because he knew Luck was destined to be with Princess Nyleena. There was no room in that relationship for a third wheel. But when he teamed up with Tray he had no idea that he'd be the third wheel in that partnership, too. Tray has been keeping ALCOR's secrets since the day he arrived on Harem Station. Not just one or two.... ALL of them. But he's also been keeping one of his own.

I was born the middle princess of a tiny country in the Alps, which means my primary duty in life has always been to make a good marriage for my family and country. That's why I'm marrying Edward Channing. He's rich, handsome, arrogant, and silent. Seriously, he almost never talks to me at all. He might be marrying a princess, but he obviously doesn't want to spend any more time with me than he has to. I have no problem with that. We can live entirely different lives and pursue our own interests. I'm sure we can make this arranged marriage work.

After a tough year losing her mom and bills mounting, Holly Yates is in for a lonely Christmas. But when she hears a news report that the small principality of Coronia is looking for their lost princess, Holly is astounded to recognize the baby photo. It’s her!

I was born the oldest princess of a tiny country in the Alps, which means my future has been planned out for me since I was an infant. I was supposed to marry a rich, arrogant stranger to help restore the royal bank accounts, but I decided to go to college in the States instead. It was the one act of rebellion in my very sheltered life. That's how I met Jack Watson. He lives next door, and he's the nicest, sexiest guy I've ever known. My time here is almost over, though. Soon I have to go back home and be the daughter my family and country expects.

I was born the youngest princess of a tiny country in the Alps, but I've never been any good at being a princess. I'm shy and bookish, and I don't know how to flirt. The only man I'm comfortable around is my best friend, Alex. I used to have a crush on him, but I don't anymore. I absolutely don't. Right now, I'm interested in a handsome French millionaire, but I need Alex to help me learn how to be attractive to men. He agrees because he's my friend, but he doesn't seem happy about it.