Títulos en Comedia romántica

"Barcelona ya no es para mí. Harta, muy harta. Sin vuelta atrás. Incapaz de volver a ponerme unos tacones y de ir a ninguna puñetera fiesta más..." Así comienza esta comedia en la que Mar, por más que intenta rehuir del amor, se enfrentará a un destino dispuesto a cambiarle todos sus...

Raff Connor, un americano con más dinero que buen gusto, está decidido a encontrar a la mujer de sus sueños y a casarse con ella en menos de tres meses. Así que contrata a India Antúnez del Diego y Caballero de Alcántara, una joven de una de las mejores familias de Madrid venida a bastante...

Abby no cree en el destino. ¿Por qué iba a hacerlo? No parece que este se haya portado demasiado bien con ella hasta el momento. Sin embargo, cuando regresa a su pueblo natal, para ayudar a su hermana, de pronto se ve trabajando como redactora del horóscopo en el periódico local. Y aunque no crea en esas cosas, la verdad es que allí no le falta inspiración: los habitantes del pintorescos pueblecito tienen historias de sobra que contar y muchos asuntos sin resolver a los que quizá no les vendría mal un pequeño empujoncito.

Emily Mitchell, de 35 años, ha huido de su trabajo, de su apartamento y de su ex-novio en la ciudad de Nueva York para ir a la histórica y abandonada casa de su padre en la costa de Maine, necesitando un cambio en su vida y decidida a convertirla en una posada. Ella nunca había esperado, sin embargo, que su relación con su cuidador, Daniel, le diera la vuelta a su vida.

What I wanted for my birthday: Books. What I got for my birthday: my brother’s best friend playing matchmaker. Let it be known that I am 100 percent against being set up with somebody. And I’m 1,000 percent sure that Josh Carter's not the man to find me a boyfriend. I mean, if I’m so great, why isn’t he the one dating me? (For the record, I don’t know the answer. That’s just what the guy on the internet asked.) I’ll humor him. If I go on his little dates, he’ll teach my bookish, introverted self how not to be totally, completely, utterly, unforgivably awkward.

It all started with a sexy selfie. Texted to the wrong number. Oops. Not my finest moment - but I have nothing to be ashamed of. She thought I was no better, and I quote, than the knuckle-dragging douchebags she was never dating again. It was a stupid dare from a girl I’d met online, but since she’d given me a fake number, I didn’t feel bad that my interests were suddenly focused elsewhere - on the fiery and sharp-tongued Peyton that I found myself sparring with over text. The following day, my case of mistaken identity came back to bite me in the banana.

Bad idea number 241: sending a dirty text to your number neighbor. In my defense, my friends did it, too, and their neighbors took it as the joke it was. Mine didn't. He responded with a dirty text of his own. Next thing I know, I have a standing texting date every night at 10:30. Until I have to miss it because the stray kitten who adopted me one week ago is sick. The only person I know who can help me at this time of night is my British next-door neighbor and local vet, Isaac Cooper.

Emily Mitchell, de 35 años, acaba de dejar su trabajo, su apartamento y su exnovio en Nueva York y, necesitada de un cambio en su vida, se ha marcado a la casa abandonada de su padre en la costa de Maine. Tras invertir los ahorros de su vida en restaurar el viejo hogar histórico, y con una relación naciente con el cuidador del edificio, Daniel, Emily se está preparando para abrir la Posada de Sunset Harbor con la llegada del Día de los Caídos.

Between her waitressing job, volunteer work, and college classes, there are never enough hours in Maggie Reilly’s day. Especially not for a relationship. Luckily, she’s got the perfect arrangement: a lover she meets three or four times a year. But when she shows up at the hotel expecting to hop into bed with one man, she accidentally ends up with another - Ben Barrett, Hollywood’s most notorious bad boy.

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.

Héctor y Mia han sido amigos desde mucho antes de lo que les alcanza la memoria. Sin embargo, la vida los obliga a tomar caminos separados, y ahora Mia, en Madrid, y Héctor, en Japón, deberán aprender a vivir el uno sin el otro, sabiendo que es probable que no vuelvan a verse. Pero a su vuelta del extranjero, Héctor hará que su mejor amiga se plantee qué es lo que realmente espera de la vida.

Miriam no puede sospechar que su casero, además de ser una belleza, es el modelo más reconocido del momento y que, además de hospedarla en su casa, está también dispuesto a abrirle su corazón...si es que la convivencia con una alocada española se lo permite.

I'm NHL defenseman Lance Romero, AKA Lance "Romance". I'm notorious for parties and excess. I have the most penalty minutes in the league. I get into the most fights. I take the most hits. I'm a player on and off the ice. I'm the one women with no inhibitions want. Not because I like the notoriety, but because I don't know how to be any other way. I have secrets. Ones I shared with the wrong person, and she used them against me. Sometimes she still does.

He's the type of guy who hears the word "no" only when it's followed by "don't stop". Working for Dean Harper would be like selling my soul to the devil...and before you say anything, I don't care if the devil has punch-you-in-the-gut brown eyes and an ass to match. My soul isn't for sale.

Pampered heiress Georgianna Watkins has a party-girl image to maintain, but all the shopping and clubbing is starting to feel a little bit hollow - and a whole lot lonely. Though Georgie would never admit it, the highlights of her week are the mornings when she comes home at the same time as her uptight, workaholic neighbor is leaving to hit the gym and put in a long day at the office. Teasing him is the most fun Georgie's had in years - and the fuel for all her naughtiest daydreams.

There’s nothing like starting your Monday morning with a positive pregnancy test. Trust me, I know - because I’m looking at one right now. All I can think is this: Oh, hell. My grandmother is going to kill me. Since this might just send her to an early grave, there’s only one option - pretending the father is my new husband. If only he’ll agree to fake it. Kai Connors was supposed to be nothing more than a one-night stand - a long, dirty one-night stand fueled by one too many tequila shots, where the only promise was to never speak of it again.

There are some things you just have to deal with - like your hot-as-hell college booty call moving in next door with his adorable daughter. The only time we've ever gotten along is under the sheets. Old habits die hard because two minutes on my front porch is how long it takes us to bicker. Not that a little fact like that bothers my healthy 80-year-old grandmother and roommate who's determined to see me married before she bites the dust.

British bad boy Sterling Quinn needs a wife. After his great-grandfather, the former prince something or another, passes and leaves him millions, he's shocked to discover the massive inheritance has a clause - he needs to clean up his image and be married in order to receive his millions. When word gets out that this hottie has royal blood running through his veins, and is on the prowl for Mrs. Right, crazy ex-girlfriends, school-yard crushes, and thousands of other hopeful women flock to his doorstep. What he needs is a manager.

Arranged marriage? Check. Cocky new husband? Check. It's a marriage of convenience - one I'm determined to keep strictly professional. I can't be stupid enough to fall for this sexy playboy's charm or advances. I have to be strong, even if he is my husband. Except he has a big cock with an even bigger ego, and his main goal in life seems to be getting me to stroke both. The arrogant bastard is like sweet, sugary candy for my libido. I know he's bad for me. But I want to devour every wicked inch of him.

Layla Dupree has given up on love. She’s waded through all of the fish in the sea, each one more disappointing than the last. Apparently owning the bakery at Inglewild’s most romantic destination does not help one’s love life—despite her best efforts. All she wants is a partner who gives her butterflies, not someone who ghosts her at dinner and leaves her with the check. Good thing Caleb Alvarez has the perfect solution. After saving Layla from another date gone bad, he has a simple proposition: one month of no-strings dating.