Results for "the accidental" in Romantic Comedy

Once upon a time, Maggie Cooper lived for adventure. Jumping out of planes was child’s play. Now she can’t even work up the nerve to ask out her coworker. For a bit of self-therapy, she begins to text her recently deceased mother’s phone - the only problem is that the number has been reassigned and for weeks she’s been unknowingly texting a stranger her deepest thoughts and feelings. There have also been some not-so-deep texts, like the ones about her appreciation for her coworker’s butt.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

When your ex calls you fat in a room full of rich, powerful men, you don't sulk. You sleep with the silver fox who worships your curves. I went to a masquerade party to drown my sorrows in champagne. Instead, my ex showed up and made a scene—loudly. Then a hot, older stranger shut him down...

What a disaster! I only just made my flight to New York to help my uncle, and the phone I'm holding is not mine! It seems to belong to some commitment-phobic serial dater who's never made it past four dates (according to the constant notifications he's getting from his fake dating profile).... And worse? I have a sinking feeling it's that hot suit-monkey with the arctic grey eyes I just had a run-in with at the airport. Somehow, I have to persuade him not to get a new phone until I get back. My whole life is on that phone. I knew I should have backed it up. It's only a few days. Surely, we can handle it.

When your ex cheats, you don't cry—you get even. Like accidentally sleeping with his silver fox, older brother. And showing up to the wedding. On. His. Arm. My ex cheated right before our vacation, so I took the flight alone. And ended up in the first-class suite of a ridiculously hot, older...

Confession: I mailed one of my sister's rejected wedding invitations to a stranger. A notoriously private, famously grumpy billionaire stranger. As a joke. Mostly. (I also sent one to Ryan Gosling. Don't ask.) But then a helicopter nearly flattens the reception tent at my sister's Hamptons wedding, and out steps the billionaire—wearing a tux, a scowl, and carrying a gift.

I'm a matchmaker for New York's elite. But my own love life is a complete disaster. I go on a blind date, expecting to meet a stranger. But instead, I'm locking eyes with Adrian Stone—my dad's best friend. The silver fox single dad I've fantasized about for years. We're both hiding behind fake names. Is he pretending not to recognize me, too? Either way, I play along. And that night, I did something I shouldn't have. Several times—if you know what I mean. He doesn't ever have to find out who I really am, right? Wrong. 

She walked down the aisle believing the worst —that her fiancé had run because of her curves. Whispers surrounded her. Pity. Judgment. Shame. Then his father stepped into the groom's place. A man nearly twice her age. A man who should have been horrified. Instead, he looked at her like she...

My blind date stood me up. But the hot silver fox at the bar? He gave my night a happy ending. Over. And. Over. But don't let that charming grin fool you. He's really not the nice guy he pretends to be. Turns out he's actually my older brother's best friend. A smooth-talking business shark...

I ran from the altar only to land in the arms… ahem… bed of my ridiculously hot ex. Now he's a crazy rich single dad, and the reason for my baby bump. That night, I entered the bar looking like a runaway bride cliché with only five bucks stuffed in my bra. "You look like you need a drink," Oliver says in a voice deeper and huskier than I remember. A few shots later, and all I want is his body driving me wild like only he can. The next morning, as the haze lifts, I remember the shocking reason we broke up all those years ago and why it could never work between us. 

What's worse than being single at your high school reunion? Accidentally blurting out you're engaged… to your hot best friend! My bakery just burned down. My dress is too tight. Oh, and the mean girls? Still as nasty as ever. So I try to put on a brave face when in walks Julian. All custom...

I was living the dream—writing taboo romance novels, living in Seattle, and staying as far away as possible from my estranged father’s massive empire. Then, one morning, I find out my dad’s dead, and surprise—I’m now the heiress of the Caputo mafia family.

They call me Saint. Not because I save lives —because I end them. Clean. But one bad hit changed everything. I killed the wrong mark, and now I’m the contract. The Guild put a price on my head so high, every assassin on the planet wants a piece of it. Colleagues. Rivals. Old flames. They’re not just coming —they're already here. I’ve got 48 hours to figure out who set me up, and not die in the process. My name’s Saint James. And if you’re coming for me… you better bring backup. A lot of it.

A successful writer accidentally sends her new (and super-dreamy) editor the wrong manuscript. Instead of the full-length paranormal novel she promised Longstrand Publishing, she sends the fan fiction she’s written about her crush…on him—including every detail of the hot, steamy “physical activity” she’s fantasized about happening between them.

Falling head-first into the wrong woman's bed was not how Reed Bishop's night was supposed to go. Now a gorgeous, half-naked ballet dancer was threatening his manhood . . . with a book. He can't blame her. It wasn't how it seemed—he was just doing his job, tracking down his lead informant, who, unfortunately, took off, leaving him to figure out what to do with her friend. And that's how he got himself into this mess. Now she's sleeping in his bed while he tosses and turns on the couch. He swears he won't touch her like that . . . but he can't ignore his fantasies.

I’m Mac. You probably even recognize the sound of my voice.... Because I’m the radio host that wakes up most of Sacramento every morning. Everyone knows me, knows my reputation. Ladies’ man, bad boy, eternally single commitment-phobe. I have my own reasons for needing to stay single, my own demons to battle with. Except, after one hell of a drunken accident, I’ve woken up married. To a gorgeous green-eyed girl, Kelley, who I only met yesterday in a coffee shop. This playboy is off the market. The only question is...for how long?

After twelve failed attempts at world domination, immortal necromancer Hawthorne has finally accepted defeat. He’s traded his undead armies for a quiet life in the mountains, where he tends to his garden and cares for the skeletal creatures who follow him home. Retirement suits him, in fact...

A knock at my door reveals a very pregnant woman. Good news: I’m not the father of her baby. Bad news: I am the father of the baby her sister is carrying. I’m the bad boy, rock star, playboy ice hockey star. I collect paychecks and shell out broken hearts. Now I’m collecting the storm of pregnancy hormones and shelling out foot rubs. How am I supposed to go from the hottest bachelor in the world… to being called ‘Dad’?

How did Ashley spend her summer vacation? Imagine the hottest guy in Hollywood. Do you see the girl next to him, the one handing him a cup of tea? Yeah. That's her.

After being betrayed by her conman ex-fiance, Kyla Bennett nurses a broken heart. But Kyla's friends have other ideas, and when they whisk her off to Whisper Creek, a dude ranch staffed by cowboys so hot they dim the Montana sunset, all Kyla wants to do is hide under a quilt. Then, in rides Decker Driscoll. He's hauling about as much emotional baggage as Kyla, but when he stands close by, both of them want to stay close - and begin to succumb to an undeniable attraction.