Résultats pour "1" dans Comédie romantique

Solène, témoin au mariage de sa meilleure amie, envoie un e-mail qui atterrit par erreur dans la boîte de réception de Léo, un architecte parisien. Ce qui devait être un bref échange pour rectifier le tir se transforme en une correspondance virtuelle intense et inattendue. Intriguée par cet homme qui semble la comprendre comme personne, Solène s'attache de plus en plus à lui. Mais derrière leurs écrans, chacun préserve des secrets et des craintes et quand Léo lui propose de se rencontrer, Solène refuse, impossible. Leur lien virtuel peut-il résister à l'épreuve du réel ?

Uma est à l'opposé de ce que Zach, père célibataire, recherche. C'est la nounou de son fils. Vingt-trois ans et encore vierge, elle vient d'une famille hindoue aux mœurs très conservatrices. Sans oublier qu'elle est presque fiancée à son coéquipier. Zach sait tout ça. Alors pourquoi ne peut-il pas contenir son désir pour elle ? S'il y a un homme qui ne devrait pas attirer Uma, c'est le père de l'adorable petit garçon de cinq ans dont elle s'occupe. Après une séparation difficile avec la mère de son fils, Zach ne cherche pas l'amour.

Entre Colyne et les mariages, c'est loin d'être une histoire d'amour. Quand son petit ami choisit justement l'un d'entre eux pour poser un genou à terre et lui faire sa demande devant deux cents personnes, elle comprend que leur relation est vouée à l'échec. Colyne découvre alors les joies qu'une rupture implique, comme… trouver un nouveau logement. Elle devient la colocataire d'Axel, fêtard, célibataire déterminé à le rester et avec qui elle ne partage pas grand-chose si ce n'est une aversion pour les réunions de famille.

Que faire quand la seule personne en qui vous aviez confiance vous trahit ? Hope Daniels était mon amie. Ma confidente. Jusqu'au jour où elle m'a planté un couteau dans le dos et tout pris. Ma famille. Ma fortune. Mon héritage. Aujourd'hui, mon père a été assassiné, et son testament pourrait bien me coûter la vie. Il me rendra tout ce qu'il m'a volé, à une condition : que j'épouse Hope.

The good news is I was recently named head coach of the Portsmouth Whalers hockey team, the youngest coach in the NHL for their newest expansion team. The bad news? Brace yourself. I wish I had when I found out my half-brother just took his life. When I got up off the floor I also found out he left me with a mountain of debt-and his baby daughter.

Sleeping with the NFL quarterback who the media has dubbed Mr. Perfect might not have been the smartest move, but I’m in the City of Love, I’d had a few drinks, and was jacked up on giddy girl talk and hopeful hearts—two things I never buy into—and I threw caution to the wind. I want to sneak out before he wakes up, but when I open my eyes, he’s already up. In more ways than one.

West Calloway is rich, arrogant, and my brother’s best friend. Now we’re faking a relationship in public… while he gives me dating lessons in private. When a stalker forces me out of my apartment, my brother insists I stay somewhere safe—in his best friend’s legendary estate. With the tall, handsome, frustrating man I once had a silly crush on, while he never liked me. But then West suggests we fake date to send a message: I’m taken and well protected. I agree on one condition… he helps me practice real dating. I don’t know how to date, and West doesn’t do love. It’s perfect.

Thanks to the temperamental ancient magic that runs through my veins, I can split myself into three women. Three sides of me, and we don’t always get along. My boss is the only one who knows my secret. I can’t risk crossing him, so I go where I am told...for now. A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do to survive, right? If you want something done right, do it yourself. That’s my motto, and it has worked just fine for me…until three sexy werewolves show up and my boss forces me to help them with a mission. Life’s a real kick in the teeth sometimes.

My new boss is a CEO Billionaire who hired me to be a nanny for his son. This should have been easy for me considering my experience with children. Except the man I'm working for is Thomas Ford. A man I never thought I would see again, especially not five years later. Now, I live in his penthouse in the city. I refuse to cross the line because one, he's my boss and two, I don't do relationships anymore. It's hard to deny this man when his touch lights my body on fire. 

An unusual heroine, Fiona Hawthorn grew up running free. Without a mother to restrain her, she spent her days riding her horse across her father's fields, or swimming like a sea nymph in the upper meadow lake. Trouble is, inside a prim and proper Regency sitting room Fiona is bound to overturn the teapot or accidentally trip the footman. Her notorious Aunt Honore decides to take the hoyden in hand, but amidst the strictures of the beau monde, Fiona is a fish out of water.

Lacanau. Un bar. Six amis d'enfance, à la vie à la mort. Trois étés. Trois histoires déjantées. Tome 1 : L'été de leurs 25 ans, focus sur Caleb et Zoé. Chaque été, Zoé et Caleb se retrouvent à Lacanau avec leur bande d'amis d'enfance pour tenir le bar de leurs pères respectifs. Lui, le skateur-baroudeur, et elle, la danseuse classique disciplinée, n'ont rien en commun en dehors de leur profonde amitié.

My teammates can't know how much she tempts me. Her brother certainly can't know the things I'm imagining doing to her. We'll both keep pretending we're just having fun, even when she winds up sharing my bed in secret. We both agree it's harmless. Just casual. But when her old life comes calling, will I keep pretending, or will I put it all on the line?

One day, I was a mild-mannered designer for a premiere superhero magazine. Turned down for a promotion yet again, I let loose years of repressed anger. That's how I got fired. Lesson learned. Now my career is as successful as my love life. But it's hard being upset when I storm out of the office and into the huskular man of my dreams. Sebastian is successful, confident, and the way he fills out those pants, it's basically a crime. Working as the art director for a rival magazine, I beg for him to look at my . . . ahem, portfolio. 

Attention : roman issu de la saga "Not a fuckin’ romance/Fuck Off". Le résumé qui suit risque de vous plonger dans le brouillard le plus total si vous n’avez pas lu les romans précédents. Pour votre santé mentale, n’allez pas plus loin. En revanche, si vous pensez être déjà atteint, foncez découvrir l’univers romantico-déjanté de la bande des chocolatines (liste chronologique disponible ci-dessous.)

With one look, Brooke knows that she cant fight the desire that pulled them together before, despite the skeletons in both their closets. Leif Montgomery fell hard for Brooke Alder in Paris when they were young, and he thought their fling was just an early taste of what life had in store for him. But life had other plans, and he didn't find that kind of love—or see Brookes face—for years.

An NHL star player pucked up my life, and now I have one rule: Avoid all ice hockey players. When I run to my hometown, desperate for a fresh start, I find that it's easier said than done. My dad is the coach of the newest team in the NHL and offers me the job of PR Director to these gorgeous players who are walking disasters. They say that cocky hockey players are obsessed with their sticks. It turns out that three of them are also obsessed with me.

Floristin Annika hat einen grünen Daumen, aber ein welkes Liebesleben. Als eine Brautmutter bei ihr die Hochzeitsblumen bestellt – für einen Bräutigam mit einem sehr ungewöhnlichen Namen – erstarrt Annika, denn so heißt nur einer: ihre erste große Liebe. Valerian hingegen dachte, er hätte alles im Griff. Dabei kommen mehr alte Gefühle hoch als Wasserdampf in einem Gewächshaus.

Every time I’ve worn my favorite black dress, something good has happened. I’ve talked my way out of speeding tickets—and into a date with the cute cop—and I’ve found money on the ground, won cool prizes on the Las Vegas strip, and even got a cushy job with an even cushier paycheck. It’s my lucky dress, and in it, I can’t lose...until I did. Thanks to an enthusiastic bidder at an art auction, the dress failed me when I needed it most.

I made a deal with my brother a long time ago to never date his teammates. Technically, Rowan Landry, the hot as hell center for the Chicago Falcons, is no longer my brother’s teammate. Or his best friend. Their college days are long behind them, and they barely talk now. Also, I’m not dating him—we’re just sleeping together. There’s a difference.

Lola Penelope Caruso is my favorite person to torment. When she’s had enough of me, her freckled cheeks go rosy, her tiny hands ball into fists, and she pulls at her signature tight braid and lets down her long red hair. I thought I'd seen her at her worst when we told her she’d have to move from New York City to a dump in Jersey with our law firm. But then a six-year-old showed up at my office with a note around his neck and my smile on his face, and she had to ask: Who's your daddy?