Resultados para "The Writer" en Comedia romántica

Jamie Dunne is grumpy. Unreasonably hot. We had a glorious one-night stand. Then I walked away. Because I am not looking for commitment. But he ruined everything when he walked into my studio for a repeat. So, what am I supposed to do with this man who wants to be part of my happily ever after? I might have to get back to you on that one....

Desperate times call for drastic measures . . . and Miss Caroline Devereux is most certainly desperate. Her spendthrift father's been gambling away every spare shilling, racking up debts, selling off their family's coveted objets d'art, and bringing them to the edge of ruin. Up until now, she's been able to stave off the creditors—and afford luxuries like tea—by penning sensational Gothic tales. But they're out of time, and Caroline must play the one card she has left.

When Katie and Brandon unexpectedly became parents, they were just starting to fall in love with their baby and each other. Life was good. Now, seven years later, Brandon has a wife, two kids, and a career in New York City. He’s just having trouble figuring out how to balance it all. Katie—eight years sober and immersed in motherhood—is frustrated with her husband’s late nights and her own loneliness. She’d love to fill the gaps with her art, but she doesn’t have much time.

If anyone had asked her nine years ago, Jenny Green would have said she was ready to settle down into domestic bliss. She had a boyfriend, a job teaching English at the local high school, and everything was falling into place. Except the guy was wrong, the job was hard, and everything was actually falling apart. Enter Ben Allouer: the strong, sexy wrestling coach who probably would have asked Jenny on a date the moment he met her, if it weren’t for that other guy.

You've probably heard of me. Reclusive fantasy author turned famous when his series got developed into a mega TV hit. Except now I'm way behind deadline, and the whole world is waiting to see what I'll write next. The pressure is getting to me, and I. Can't. Write.

Ellie Chambers always wanted to be a writer. Now, she was a successful author, but it had come at a price. Two prices, actually. The first was the fallout from a hastily-signed contract with Margo Rollings, the publisher who wouldn't die. And the second was Sam Price, her former writing partner and almost-fiance. Sam Price had dreamed of being the next Hemingway, not the hack ghostwriter behind the popular "Lottie Long" cozy mystery series. But days spent with his dad as a sought-after finish carpenter in quaint Golden Grove, Iowa gave him little time for much else.

For romance writer Roxy St. James, living in Nocturne Falls also means a fresh start. And as soon as her unbearable ex signs the divorce papers, that new beginning will be a reality. Unfortunately, her ex doesn't seem ready to let her go and the subtle threats he's been making leave her no choice but to confide in her oh-so-handsome neighbor, who just happens to be a deputy with the sheriff's department. But Officer Alex Cruz isn't just the law. He's also a panther shifter, a secret he's sworn to keep.

She disappeared from our lives without a word. I never expected to run into her at a Quik Mart in between jobs. What’s a guy to do when he finds his first crush? Follow her home, of course, and remind her of all the things she’s missing. I didn’t know that holding onto Riley would involve living in a trailer park. Or keeping it a secret from my sister—her best friend. Riley is completely at home with lawn-mower racing, beer-guzzling exhibitionists. She doesn’t think I can handle it. Well, I’m going to show Miss Trailerhood that I’m here to stay.

Kingston Palmer is public enemy number one. Pain in the—*ahem. You see, I used to like Kingston. He even asked me out…and then crushed my feelings. To Kingston, I'm nothing more than a game. One that he's sure he can win. Don't worry; he underestimates my own dedication to winning. Unfortunately for me, I accidentally signed on to work at his company (yes, yes, it's a loooong story). Kingston is my new boss. But I'm nothing if not efficient. I'll be an expert at my job all while dutifully ignoring my boss and his ability to lean on door frames.

Tripp Sharpe and I have been best friends since middle school. And when he moved away to go to medical school and become a doctor? We’ve kept up by texting, phone calls, and every funny reel we come across. I have one simple rule for myself: protect our friendship at all costs—even from myself. But when Tripp moves back to town, I can't ignore the attraction I feel. If it were anyone else, I’d just avoid him. But it's hard to avoid a guy who thinks we're still the same ol' besties we've always been.

Have you ever brought your ex-husband home and pretended to still be married? Yeah, me either. When my local hospital calls to say “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your husband has been in an accident” I try to explain the basics to them. Except Archie is back, and he's been in an accident. One that has left him with amnesia. Yup. He believes we’re still happily married. Oh joy.

When Bodie King, a con man known for (alleged) art thefts, steps into my antique store, I know I’m in trouble. Not only is he charming, devastatingly handsome, and used to getting what he wants, but he’s looking for a priceless chess set. The same one I’m searching for. The race is on and I have to use everything I know about the chess set to get it before him. Too bad he doesn’t play fair.

Fletcher is the “World’s Worst Boyfriend” and I have the trophy to prove it—along with the consolation gift card I’ve already spent. Entering him into the anonymous contest was cathartic and eye opening. It’s obvious I need to end this farce of a relationship… so, I do. Too bad I’m still comparing every man I meet to Fletcher. Too bad I can’t get him out of my mind—or my house, for that matter, with the way he’s always stopping by to ‘fix’ something. And it’s especially too bad that I’m learning not everything is as it seems.

Sue Finley murdered people...on paper. As a mystery writer, she knew all the angles, who did what and why. The only thing she couldn't explain was...well, men. Dating was like diving into a box of chocolates: sometimes the sweetest-looking specimens were candy-coated poison. After a breakup with a bank robber and a divorce from a cross-dresser, she gave it up for good. Then came Detective Jason Dodd. Raised in foster homes, Jason swore never to need anyone as much as the parents who'd abandoned him. That was why he failed to follow up after experiencing the best kiss of his life.

Once upon a time, there lived a best-selling author who wrote about the miracle of true love and finding your forever soul mate. And that was thanks to Elizabeth, his muse...his one and only...his soon to be ex-wife. It’s been six months since the love of his life tore out his heart and set it on fire, and because of this, the “author” hasn’t written a single word - his mind is drier than the Sahara Desert. That unfortunate fool? That’s me. My name is Jayden Evans or, as my readers know me, J.E. Sparrow.

Deus, não faço ideia do que acontece quando partes íntimas se encontram. Sou uma virgem tentando escrever um romance e não consigo criar uma cena de sexo devido à minha falta de experiência. Então, meus dois melhores amigos me encorajam a parar de tentar por enquanto e ir em busca de um pouco de prática na vida real por meio de artimanhas, como encontros às cegas, perfis on-line e saídas casuais. Mas perder a virgindade vai ser mais difícil do que eu esperava…

How in the world can someone tell a million romance tales and not have love? But then, like in chapter 20 in a good book, it happens. She walks up while I’m deep in thought and bam! It was a dimly lit bar and a rainy night. As soon as I laid eyes on her, a muse formed in my mind, and I had to talk to her. What? I’m a romance writer. Cut me some slack! Little did I know, though I should have, she rocked my world in ways I couldn’t create on paper or otherwise. She’d been with a lot of Mr. Wrongs, but maybe, just maybe, it was time for her to find Mr. Write.

Laurel Cole loves her life just as it is, thank you very much. Every day, she leaves her 1970s-style bungalow in the Hollywood Hills and commutes through the sun-kissed canyons to her job at a record company, which she loves. Despite her best friend's gentle prodding and not-so-subtle matchmaking attempts, she has never met someone who makes her want to jeopardize the life she has built on her own. That is until her boss hands her an unexpected business trip to Ireland.

I’m used to getting all sorts of fan mail — but a spellbook? After an incident on tour leaves me cooped up in my penthouse apartment, on 'vocal rest' for the unforeseen future with only my grumpy pet cat for company this weekend, I’m desperate for a distraction. At my manager’s suggestion, I do something I haven’t done in ages: I go through my fan mail. There was enough of it to keep me occupied until she comes back on Monday… but I only get through one bag before I find a package addressed to me. To me. Not my stage name. Not the name I’ve gone by since I was sixteen, but my real name.

They say don’t ruin the friendship. But honestly? I’ve never been great at following advice—or avoiding his smile.