Ergebnis für "Confessione" in Liebeskomödie

Bad Boy oder Good Guy? Die erfolgreiche Baileys-Serie von Piper Rayne geht weiter! Der Buschpilot Denver Bailey hat sich nie viele Gedanken über seine Zukunft gemacht, sondern in den Tag hinein gelebt. Er liebt die Gefahr. Doch das ändert sich, als sein Mentor Chip stirbt. Plötzlich fühlt sich Denver verantwortlich und will Chips Familie, allen voran dessen Tochter Cleo, unterstützen. Cleo ist gerade dabei herauszufinden, was sie mit ihrem Leben anfangen möchte. Und ganz sicher gehört sich in Denver verlieben nicht dazu.

In the world of upstairs and downstairs, Lady’s maid Penny Smith is able to work anonymously, quietly hiding in the shadows of of Lord William Renquist’s household. She’s seeking out perpetrators of the Devils Sons and she suspects the man she works for to be a member. But when she meets the infamous Liam, she’s taken aback by his disarming eyes and feels her resolve begin to waiver.

It’s time for more confessions... As heartfelt and hilarious as the bestselling first novel, Nell discovers that there’s no such thing as having it all figured out.

My name is Skylar Quinn. I just moved to New York with my best friend Bridget, and I have a confession. Well, more than one. Okay, quite a few really. Fine, here goes! Confession number one: I'm a sex columnist. Hold on, that's not really the confession. You see, I'm sort of a virgin...sex columnist. Confession number two: I'm kind of in love with Bridget's older brother, Oliver. No, I was. No, I am. Wait, was? Am? Crap. Confession number three: I've been avoiding Oliver for four years. Or I was until today, because he just moved in. Yes, you read that correctly. He's my new roommate.

So, I'm no longer a virgin sex columnist--thank you, Ollie--but if I thought that was going to make my life easier, boy was I wrong! John is back in town determined to win my forgiveness. Blythe is more ready than ever to take me down. Bridget is totally onto the new twinkle in my eye. And, well, Ollie is just as distractingly delicious as usual.

My name is Skylar Quinn. I just moved to New York with my best friend Bridget, and I have a confession. Well, more than one. Okay, quite a few really. Fine, here goes! Confession #1: I'm a sex columnist. Hold on, that's not really the confession. You see, I'm sort of a virgin sex columnist. Confession #2: I'm kind of in love with Bridget's older brother, Oliver. No, I was. No, I am. Wait, was? Am? Crap.

A pair of romantic flameouts meet at a dull wedding and wind up entwined in a deserted coatroom. Shockingly, Jane and John decide not to have sex. Instead, they embark on a far more dangerous endeavor: sharing the stories of their past love affairs. They tell each other everything, aiming for radical honesty over polished seduction. Jaded as they may be, these two sense that they just might be soulmates.

When recent divorcée and famous romance novelist Violet Bell loses her once lustrous career writing happily-ever-afters, a whirlwind weekend in the Nation’s Capital with her closest college friend—a sexy British speechwriter named Aaron Wright—could have her wondering if Mr. Wright hasn’t been right underneath her nose all along…

One spilled glass of wine and bridesmaid Ensley James is ejected from a country club wedding in the rain. Ensley looks on the bright side. That would be her longtime crush Drew Daniels. The moody, broody, skin-pricklingly sexy groomsman is tossed out with her. Waiting out a hot spring storm in a cozy shed for two, it’s time for Drew’s confession: he’s strictly a one-nighter. Ensley’s dare? Give her three date nights and see where it goes.

When overworked CIA agent Liz Valentine sets off for a yoga retreat on the gorgeous beaches of San Diego, the last thing she expects to find is love. But when one oh-so-enlightened yoga instructor catches her eye—and her heart—Liz must decide if the loveless life of a secret agent is truly what she wants after all.

Zack Partridge broke his best friend’s heart at senior prom. He was stunned when Laura left for college, vowing never to speak to him again. But now that she’s back in town, he wants nothing more than a second chance to renew their friendship and to explore the spark between them.

Nobody ever said that following your heart wouldn’t take you through an obstacle course of men before you discover and could appreciate that maybe “The One" had been there all along....that the love of my life could accept everything I’d done and where it had taken me. The fact is, he had a plan all along. All he wanted was me. My only goal was to have fun. I lived for the excitement and adventure. I experienced everything and everyone. It was all my journey that lead me to where I belong. This is where my confessions begin.

August Merriweather has always been good with animals. In fact, she’s known as Manhattan’s Dog Whisperer. Men, on the other hand? Not so much. She’s been falling for the wrong guys ever since her regrettable crush on Keaton Sax, older brother of her best friend, Leah, and the biggest jerkface this side of the Hudson. Now an emotionally closed-off widower, Keaton has become one of the most formidable men on Wall Street, but August knows his secret. He’s not driven by sales targets and bonus checks—Keaton just wants to give his family the security they never had.

What happens when a book blogger accidentally publishes her digital diary online? A viral sh--storm, that's what. No way did I want thousands of subscribers to read my confessions - yet, that's precisely what went down last night after four too many Cosmos with my girls. Now, Damage Control is my new middle name because my diary confessional has my roommate, Lucas Stone, written all over it. Literally. I've been in love with him forever - well, ever since I saw him sprint across campus naked during our first year of college.

If Scarlet Ray is such a wonderful psychic, then why is her life a bloody mess? Thirty-year-old Scarlet is about to marry the wrong man; has a mountain load of debt and eats chocolate croissants whenever she is depressed, which is a lot. Scarlet miraculously lands a job as a psychic TV host; the only catch is she has to share the studio with manipulative porn producers. A battle ensues at Mega TV as Scarlet has to fight dirty to keep “The Psychic Show,” on air and the “Pleasure Zone Babes” off her psychic sofa. Which one will win the airtime?

The only thing worse than crossing the line is wanting to…Living with my boyfriend Logan should have been everything I wanted—until I realized his best friend, Rob Thompson, came with the deal. Rob and I are like oil and water, fire and gasoline, sworn enemies under one roof. When Logan got selected for World Juniors in Germany, I thought I’d get a reprieve. I could handle the quiet loneliness of his absence. What I couldn’t handle was Rob.

She has a broken heart and revenge on her mind...Last year Karrie was riding high. She had a boyfriend she loved, a softball scholarship, and the best roommate a girl could have. When it turned out her man was a lying, cheating ballsack, she may have gone off the rails a bit. Now, it's a new year and Karrie's ready to build herself back up and move on to bigger and better things. Still, a little revenge would go a long way in helping the healing process. He's got a plan for revenge that will suit them both...

Emma’s life has not been easy. Rather than using her disadvantages as a crutch, they have fueled her passion for helping others. She believes in working hard, loves her brother unconditionally, and has no time in her busy life for a certain cocky playboy, who has obviously never been denied a thing in his life.

Allie Quick has high aspirations - much higher than reporting on the latest celebrity gossip for the L.A. Informer, Hollywood's most notorious tabloid. But if she's going to join the ranks of the real reporters, she's going to need a headline-worthy story under her belt. Which is just what she gets when the producer of the trashiest reality shows on TV winds up murdered and Allie convinces her editor, Felix Dunn, that this story has her name written all over it.