Résultats pour "Just" dans Fantasy

A desperate mother. A dubious escort. And a deranged author who won’t leave them alone. Caroline Lindley is determined that her new romance novel will be her best one yet. Fantasy! Formal gowns! Fencing! And, of course, a twentysomething heroine to star in an enemies-to-lovers plot with all of Caroline’s favourite tropes. But Lady Rosamund Hawkhurst is a thirty-six-year-old widow with two children, her sole focus is facilitating a peace treaty between her adopted nation and her homeland, and she flatly refuses to take the correct approach to there being only one bed. What’s an author to do?

When I’m accepted into the exclusive summer-at-sea college program run by Southeastern University, everyone tells me it’s the opportunity of a lifetime. So what if part of the agreement forces me to do a work-study? Free tuition, room, and board are more than worth scrubbing a few toilets for.

Ariella is royalty, a princess of Dalthia, but palace rules and the strictures of society leave her restless and longing for more. When she meets Gavin, a palace gardener who both catches her eye and challenges her authority, she feels drawn to him, but how can she befriend a commoner under the watchful eye of her royal family?

What do you do when you find a stranger in your closet; particularly when she's surprised that you can even see her -- and she can disappear and reappear at whim? What if she tells you that her body is actually in a coma on the other side of town? Should you have her see a psychiatrist or should...

Jennifer Adams, best friend to Jacque Pierce and Sally Morgan, is spicy, outspoken, a little crazy, and human . . . or so she thought. Jen has just found out that human DNA is not the only thing that resides in her veins; she happens to share that little pesky werewolf gene, although it isn't more than just a drop. Now that she and her friends are living in Romania with Fane's pack, she is also oh so conveniently stuck with the object of her affection, the fur ball Decebel.

While struggling to raise my little sister, I suddenly inherit a run-down B&B from a grandmother I didn't know existed. The only condition to inherit is that I marry and live with my husband for a year. One problem: I'm not dating, and the only one I want to propose to is the gargoyle I've been crushing on for months. When I explain, Goreg offers a marriage of convenience with a quickie divorce at the end. He's sweet and shy, and with his muscular frame and glorious wings, I'm kind of blown away by his offer, even if he does occasionally turn to stone and lurk on the roof.

El dolor de una traición. Un pacto con el Diablo. Un amor imposible. La belleza de la libertad. Y un corazón roto. Es posible que los finales felices no existan. O sí. Pregúntale a la chica de algodón de azúcar.

When you first get married you never think when you say you do it really means you don’t. Meaning it’s not what it’s all cracked up to be. Reality check!! It starts off like cloud nine, hot fun in the sun, Disney world, one of your beings. It’s a lot of work. Unless you’re ready to do that run away now. This is from a man’s point of view. I’m tired of feeling insecure at times.