Ergebnis für "A Fake Friend" in Liebesromane

Five years ago, I ruined the best thing I had in my life and ran. Now, I'm finally back to make things right. I need Circus's forgiveness, and then I can finally move on. I'll leave Sunbury for good this time and never look back. Maybe then I can finally live life as an out gay man - without my family ever finding out. But earning his forgiveness isn't as simple as I hoped it would be. He's going to make me fight for it. And I don't blame him at all.

You know what's not fun? Going on a Fiji vacation with four other couples. Especially when recently single. What's even worse is when a past hook-up arrives unannounced. Not only do we have a history, but he's 10 years younger and a famous rock star. Most importantly, he's my friend's little brother. Being trapped on an island with Jet Jackson is going to be sweet torture because all I want is another chance. I just don't think he's going to give it to me.

Wie schwer kann es schon sein, den perfekten Mann zu finden? Die Floristin Annie Walker will unbedingt eine Familie gründen. Dafür fehlt nur eine Kleinigkeit: ein Partner. Nachdem sie mitbekommt, wie ihr Date sie als »unfassbar langweilig« bezeichnet, will Annie lernen, wie man flirtet. Sie weiß auch schon genau, wer ihr das beibringen kann. Der attraktive Will, der Bodyguard ihrer berühmten Schwägerin in spe, ist zurück in Rome. Annie schafft es ihn zu überreden, ihr Nachhilfe in Sachen Dating zu geben.

An accountant by day, a popular romance bookstagrammer by night, I dream of my own happy ending. So when my boyfriend says he loves me, I’m ecstatic. I’m closer to my own happily ever after. Cue the wedding epilogue! But no. Three months later, he takes me to a romantic restaurant on my birthday, dumps me and evicts me from our home to make room for his fitness influencer girlfriend!

Up until the moment I learned that my uncle and coach—the man I've looked up to my entire life—was having an affair with my best friend—the only woman I've ever wanted—I was a good boy. The Saint of hockey. Brooks Langfield: star goalie of the Boston Bolts and an all-around nice guy. Apparently, being good is overrated because seeing Sara blindsided when she learns that the man she was dating is married makes me just angry enough to stop thinking and finally take what I want—a real shot with my best friend.

Goal: Find a boyfriend, get married, buy a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, and pop out 2.5 kids. Deadline: Sixty days. That's possible, right? There is no doubt that, this year, home for the holidays takes on a whole new, terrifying meaning. I have to travel from New York City - my home and safe haven for the last 15 years - to my tiny hometown in Vermont for Christmas, my baby sister's wedding, and my high school reunion.

I know it shouldn’t matter what people say about me. But when my parents told me that I would never find love because I liked guys, I was willing to do anything to prove them wrong. So, when the most romantic guy ever asked me to marry him, I had to show him to them immediately. Was I moving too fast? Because as soon as I scored him an invitation to one of our obnoxious family get-togethers, he called things off. Now, I need a fiancé to replace the one I thought I had or my parents will think they were right about me all along.

Dog groomer and budding marriage-proposal planner Destiny Amor believes in true love and happily ever afters. Though it’s not in the stars for her yet—honestly, who can live up to the criteria on her Mr. Right Checklist?—she wants it for others. When Destiny’s first misguided attempt at romance concierge ends in disaster, she’s ready to call it quits, until the supposed groom-to-be steps in with a proposal of his own.

You know that awkward moment when your agent tells you to fake date your best friend’s sister so you can get the endorsement deal of your dreams? No? Call me crazy for considering it, but why not? Daisy’s my friend, after all, and I’ve gotten quite close to her and her two awesome boys over the last few years since her douche-nozzle husband divorced her. She loves it when I flirt with her, so we could carry it off, couldn’t we?

Sloane De Carlo is going to have to move to Antarctica. As if it wasn't bad enough that she accidentally made her private blog very public, and all her innermost secrets and embarrassing moments are trending, now the entirety of the internet is dying to know who her all-consuming, never-get-over-him crush "Guy" really is. She's even got a literary agent dangling a book deal in front of her nose - but there's a catch. She'll have to get closure with "Guy" and give her story that pitch-perfect ending.

Evie Bloom pays attention to the details. Her very job depends on it—as an aspiring Foley artist, she’s responsible for every crisp footstep, smacking kiss, and distinct sound in film and television. So when she’s selected for a fellowship opportunity that would make all her career dreams come true, she’s quick to spot the catch: there are no health benefits, and for someone with a chronic illness, that’s a non-starter.

A pretend relationship gives two friends more than they bargained for in a Renaissance Faire rom com filled with flower crowns, kilts, corsets, and sword fights.

You might wonder how a nerd like me ends up dating the rough, cocky quarterback known for his playboy ways. The one who happens to be my bully that I'm already forced to tutor. For a smart girl, that might sound like a questionable decision, but there's a simple explanation. We're faking it. At least, that's the arrangement. So why does something other than fear tingle through my body every time he threatens to make me work off my debt in his bed? There's an explanation for that too. Sebastian Swift makes smart girls stupid.

'I was absolutely consumed by these characters' - Elsie Silver 'The characters, the twists, the cons . . . I couldn’t get enough!' - Elle Kennedy 'Sizzling with slow-burn tension' – Samantha Young * * * Living honestly isn’t in his DNA. Just like it’s never been in mine . . . Set in...

Imani Karunzika is fiercely independent and refuses to be forced into a loveless marriage with the domineering man her parents want for her. When her friend Crown Prince Wasim al-Hassan of Barrakesch learns he’ll be passed over for the throne because he has no wife, she suggests a plan where they enter into a fake engagement. He can then secure his birthright, and she can get her parents off her back. But the marriage must proceed as planned. Wasim becomes the king; she becomes the queen and is now under the rule of a man whose power and authority is unmatched.

When Grayson Nash walks into the bar, he has no idea I'm little Ava Maxwell, the one he promised to look after when he moved to Vegas. After a sizzling, sheet-clutching first experience of my dreams, we exchange numbers and a plan to extend our undeniable connection into something more. I promise myself I'll tell him the truth about who I am… eventually. He finds out before I tell him, and he wants nothing to do with me. But when my ex won't take the hint, Grayson swoops in pretending to be my new boyfriend.

Oh. My. God. Carrie Morgan can't escape her cheating ex-fiance. She goes on her Hawaiian honeymoon fantasy vacation to prove she's over him - but he's there with his mistress in tow. Good thing Carrie's annoyingly overprotective friend Blake came with her. How's she going to prove to her ex she's over him? Easy. One...two...three.... She grabs Blake and kisses him.

Aaron Blake has no intention of falling for anyone. He’s pretty sure he missed out on the love gene. And certainly never, ever Alice Montgomery. She’s his only friend-who-is-a-girl, and he has no intention of messing that up. But when Alice agrees to be Aaron's fake girlfriend to help him land a job at a top legal firm, Aaron soon finds out that friendship plus attraction is an equation he's never done the math on. And when secrets from the past surface with dramatic consequences, both Alice and Aaron will have to re-do the sums on this crazy little thing called love.

I've never been with a man. Sure, I've thought about it. Wondered. Daydreamed. Imagined. But I wasn't ready to take the leap. I have a reputation as a ladies' man. No one has any idea how curious I am about men—not even my openly bi best friend. Make that former best friend. Michael ghosted me, and I have no idea why.

I’m a single female who’s tired of relationships ruining my life. However, there are times when a date would be helpful. If you’re a single man, preferably mid-20s to late-30s, and are in a similar situation, we might be a match. Candidate must be handsome, charming, and willing to pretend to have feelings for me (on a sliding scale, as the event requires). Ability to discuss a wide variety of topics is a plus. Must have your own transportation and a (legal) job. In exchange for your time, I will give you mine. If interested, please email me. Time is of the essence.