Titres dans Comédie romantique

As a professional matchmaker, my biggest job this holiday season should be simple: find a date for the sexy single dad hockey player—aka my brother’s best friend—for his team’s fancy Christmas Eve gala. Sure Rowan’s hot as a crackling fire and spicier than a gingerbread man, but he hasn’t just sworn off romance. The Christmas hater has made a bet that I can’t find him a holidate.

I swear I didn’t mean to flirt with the world-famous Brayden Clarke - especially not right in the middle of an interview for a job. It was a slip - or, perhaps, a gut reaction to his smoldering eyes and deep, sexy voice. To my total disbelief, they give me the assignment. My task is simple: advise Brayden and his band on how to communicate with their fans.

INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER A hopeless romantic meets a jaded radio host in this cozy, Sleepless in Seattle–inspired love story from beloved author B.K. Borison. Aiden Valentine has a secret: he’s fallen out of love with love. And as the host of Baltimore’s romance hotline, that’s...

Ein Paar, das zusammen mordet, bleibt zusammen Für Krankenschwester Aly gibt es nichts Besseres, als die maskierten Männer, deren Videos sie online von ihrem Alltag ablenken. Ein Account hat es ihr besonders angetan: perfekte Choreographien, heiße Musik, und der Typ ist echt sexy.

A perfectionist maid of honor and a carefree, surfer-bro best man team up to plan a wedding and end up finding a spark of their own in the first audio original from author duo Christina Lauren, a full-cast sequel to their New York Times bestseller The Unhoneymooners. Ami is determined to break...

Evie Green's Christmas dream turns into a nightmare when a viral video makes her the laughing stock of the internet. But then a 5 star hotel sees a PR opportunity and invites her to New York for a Christmas she’ll remember forever. Enter Noah Sanderson, a disgraced soccer star seeking anonymity. Forced to fake a festive romance for the cameras, sparks fly – but not the twinkling Christmas kind!

Running into your ex is never ideal. Running into your ex who is now dating your nemesis is a literal nightmare. That’s how I found myself in a sheer panic, reaching for the closest guy at the bar and kissing him. And to my delight he was easily the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

I've always relished being a man of mystery. My LA hotel empire is public, but my private life as plain old Reid Davenport stays that way. Right up until it doesn't, and the tabloids threaten not just my privacy, but that of my family. I'd do anything to protect them from the limelight. But must it involve Hailey, the fiery PR consultant I can't stop fantasizing about? Hailey Connor keeps warning me she won't take on an uncooperative client. So why is she so compelled to help me?

Edward Cavendish is the embodiment of British elite—composed, controlled, and permanently unimpressed. Born into old money and even older expectations, he carries the weight of generations of stiff-upper-lip tradition and emotional repression. A world-renowned surgeon. A ruthless perfectionist. A man who does not tolerate chaos. Which is unfortunate. Because I am chaos. He grew up in a sprawling 120-room manor with chandeliers in every hallway and bidets in every bathroom. I grew up in the staff quarters, peeking through the hedges at his world.

Bientôt trente ans pour Ariane, miss catastrophe qui accumule les petits boulots et les déboires amoureux. Son rêve ? Une vie de couple bien rangée et l’admiration de ses proches. La réalité ? Un voisin charmant mais mystérieux. Un chat infidèle. Une famille envahissante et farfelue. Mais aussi des vacances de Noël mouvementées, une vieille ferme mal chauffée, des retrouvailles tumultueuses, et des choix difficiles... Ce mélange détonant pourrait bien avoir un goût de bonheur, même si ce n’est pas celui qu’Ariane avait prévu.

Qui aurait pu prédire cela ? Se retrouver au même mariage. En Irlande. Il y a une raison pour laquelle les aventures d'un soir sont des aventures d'un soir. Vous n'êtes pas censés vous revoir, surtout quand vous êtes la demoiselle d'honneur et qu'il est le frère du marié… Sarah Anderson n'a jamais été aussi enthousiasmée par quoi que ce soit de sa vie. Elle se rend au mariage de sa meilleure amie. Et pas n'importe quel mariage. Un mariage irlandais. Adieu New York, bonjour les collines verdoyantes et les hommes aux beaux accents et aux yeux pétillants.

Elle aspire à se marier et à fonder une famille, mais seules les relations sans lendemain m’intéressent. Ma première erreur fut donc de lui proposer de partager ma maison.

That didn’t turn out the way I planned it. All I wanted was five minutes with Oliver Cumberland to explain to him that proposing to my sister—again—is a bad idea. Instead, I’m now trapped in his car, on a cross-country road trip I didn’t anticipate, attempting to talk the grumpy billionaire out of something much, much worse than an arranged marriage for business purposes. I don’t care if Mr. Square Jaw McMoneyPants wants to give away his entire fortune and disappear to live out his life working the popcorn counter at a movie theater or whatever in Podunk, USA.

It's been 12 years since I've seen him, but loathing Emmett Hoult still runs in my blood. Thanks to the hell he wreaked on my teenaged life, I've avoided the prick like the plague. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and after a fire destroys my apartment during the most important week of my life, I'm suddenly as desperate as they come. Hence the roommate situation. It's his summer home. His family said he wouldn't be around. They said I'd never run into him. But oh, did I run into Emmett Hoult. And in the worst way possible.

Plus personne n'envoyait de vraies lettres, mais April aimait l'idée d'utiliser une feuille et un stylo plutôt que le clavier de son ordinateur. L'écriture de quelqu'un, avec ses boucles, ses fioritures et ses arêtes, était comme une carte en miniature de sa personnalité. Et une correspondance manuscrite ouvrait un portail vers une autre époque, celle des romans victoriens écrits avec une plume grattant le papier. Mais certaines lettres, il valait mieux les garder pour soi. Et celle qu'elle venait de déposer à la librairie appartenait malheureusement à cette dernière catégorie.

READ BY JOSHUA JACKSON AND EMILY ELLET! Fate brings together a ballet teacher and a hockey player in this big-hearted novel about second chances and taking risks by the bestselling author Entertainment Weekly calls the “master of witty banter.” Once upon a time teenage Aurora Evans met a...

Winnifred "Win" McNulty has always been wildly independent. Not one to be coddled for her limb difference, Win has spent most of her life trying to prove that she can do it all on her own. And, with some minor adjustments, she's done just fine. That is until she has a one-night stand with the incredibly charming Bo, a perfect stranger. And that one night changes everything. While Bo is surprisingly elated to step up to the plate, Win finds herself unsure of whether she can handle this new challenge on her own or if she'll need a helping hand.

Whoever convinced me that quitting my job as an interpreter to take over my dead aunt’s farm should be covered in honey and left for the ants. Oh wait…that was me. I was burnt out and ready for a change, but I didn’t expect what came with it. An orchard full of fruit I’m allergic to. A bunch of farm equipment I don’t know how to use. And a vindictive, vicious groundhog who has made it his life’s mission to drive me to the brink of madness.

Pour sauver cette agence qui pourvoit aux besoins de sa famille, elle doit impérativement décrocher la vente du château Granville. Or, par orgueil, le propriétaire ne signera qu'avec un nom à particule. Fanny décide alors de se faire passer pour une aristocrate. Elle convainc Tancrède de Chassagne de Montbazon, un invité du château rencontré par un heureux hasard et quitté par sa fiancée à cause de sa paresse chronique, de faire équipe avec elle. Visage gracieux malgré son fichu caractère, à vingt-quatre ans, la jeune femme dispose encore d'une année avant de coiffer sainte Catherine !

Dominic Hardy might be an award-winning architectural engineer with fancy degrees and considerable accolades, but he doesn’t know a thing about baking. He doesn’t even like sugar. So when my late stepfather’s will states that Dominic Hardy is set to inherit the Pacific Coast Resort he’d painstakingly designed, as long as my bakery can be plopped in the middle of it, it’s no surprise he balks.