Ergebnis für "John of John" in Liebeskomödie

Auf der Suche nach einem Neuanfang landete ich auf der Blue Stone Ranch und begegnete dem arrogantesten Kerl aller Zeiten. Jack sieht unfassbar gut aus und weiß das auch. In mir sieht er nur die verwöhnte Frau, die immer alles bekam, was sie wollte. Doch ich werde ihm beweisen, dass ich hart arbeiten kann und nicht, wie er denkt, in kurzer Zeit wieder verschwunden sein werde. Eigentlich sollte sein Verhalten ein absolutes No-Go für mich sein, aber in seiner Nähe wird mir immer glühend heiß und das liegt nicht nur an der texanischen Sonne.

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

I haven’t been having much luck on the dating scene lately, ever since my breakup with my longtime college girlfriend. I thought being 25 and single would be a blast, but dating apps are trash, and I’ve managed to get nothing but three fake numbers at my favorite bar. Thankfully, the actual owner of the third fake number was kind enough to reply to let me know I’d texted the wrong number. She was warm and open and expressed curiosity about the fake number I’d been given, so we got to texting.

Und genau deshalb meidet Sadie ihren Ex, einen wikingerhaften Alptraum namens Erik, um jeden Preis. Er hat sie auf niederträchtigste Weise hintergangen, und obwohl ihr klar ist, dass Ingenieurinnen wie sie eigentlich dazu da sind, Neues zu schaffen, will sie in dieser Beziehung am liebsten alles bis auf die Fundamente niederbrennen. Bis sie ausgerechnet mit Erik in einem winzigen Aufzug steckenbleibt—und als gute Naturwissenschaftlerin weiß sie natürlich, dass veränderte Variablen in einer Gleichung auch ein neues Ergebnis zur Folge haben.

Winifred ‘Fred’ Darling, serial dater and author of 21 Rules for Not Catching Feelings, may not have been the best choice for maid of honor at her mother’s sixth wedding. Indeed, she’s determined to do everything in her power to stop it—and she’s found a kindred spirit in the groom’s attractive son, Leo. He’s dead-set against the wedding too, and once they arrive on the island where their respective parents plan to get hitched, “Operation Break-Up” is set in motion…

He was supposed to be my first and only one-night stand. He was definitely never supposed to become my boss. I had always been the good girl - the workaholic with every second of her life mapped out to a tee. Then I got trapped in an elevator with Julian Hoult. He was...irresistible. Sophisticated sex in a crisp white shirt. His voice alone dropped me straight to my knees. What was I supposed to do? Well...I can tell you what I was definitely not supposed to do. I was not supposed to run into him ever again. I was definitely not supposed to accept his dirty little job offer.

Some days, he's my worst enemy. Other days he's my best friend. Every day, of course, Adam Maxwell is my cocky prick of a boss, and for the past five years, we've been the official power duo at Engelman Sports, closing multi-million dollar contracts like LA's most well-oiled machine. Honestly, we thrive on the daily love-hate. I call out his womanizing. He rags on my "needy" fiance. And we carry right on. Because through thick and thin, our work dynamic has always stayed rock-solid. Fine-tuned to the kind of perfection you couldn't break if you tried.

Bug has hit her 30s with a bump. An almost wedding, an almost ex-husband, and a bookshop that’s almost turning a profit. With the help of her best friend – free spirit, activist and all-round legend Winnie, she’s going to make it all come good. Probably. Definitely. Maybe. At least she’s got her friends around her.

Esmeray Hamilton was born to be married, both theoretically and practically. When the day of her meticulously planned wedding arrives, she defies her destiny and ultimately, the man who was waiting for her at the altar, by running away right into someone else's arms. Or rather—the hood of someone else's car.

Lost in Us (Book 1): James is a man who has amassed a fortune by taking risks. He's the exact opposite of Serena. But sometimes opposites attract. Found in Us (Book 2): Parker Blakesley is a powerful businessman. With a company to save, he has no time for distractions. But he can't get Jessica out of his mind. Caught in Us (Book 3): Dani's not the type to fall for a bad boy. But something about Damon draws her in, awakening a desire she's never felt. Slowly, she uncovers the secrets Damon hides.

“I’m hiring you to do more than guard her, Zander,” my new boss explained. “You’re gonna be her rock. Her human Valium. Her trusted friend. And she’s gonna be your mission from God.” “So I’m her babysitter?” “Her babysitter, her bodyguard, her f--king service doggie. Whatever she needs or wants, that’s what you’ll be. Anything except her booty call.” The vein in my new boss’s neck bulged. “Touch her and I’ll do more than fire your ass, Zander. I’ll rip off your balls.” My buddies laughed when I told them about my ridiculous new job.

The knight was supposed to be a man. Not me, Sophie MacKnight, a marketing associate from California. This must be a practical joke that the Scots play on visiting Americans. Because otherwise I’ve inherited a haunted castle in Scotland, along with one irritatingly sexy Scotsman. Frankly, I thought I would fly here, sell the heap of bricks, and head back home to a life that I…well, I was comfortable with at the very least. Instead, the people of Loren Brae are in trouble, and it appears that as the new owner of the castle, I’m next in line to reinstate the magickal Order of Caledonia.

Local hero, firefighter, loner, and now grumpy landlord. She wasn’t what he expected. His new tenant is a walking disaster wrapped in sunshine, breaking every rule he sets and driving him insane. Controlling her? Impossible. Ignoring her? Even harder. And he’s not sure he can stop it. She’s under his skin, melting his frozen walls, and making him question everything—including his stubborn heart.

He called me his "mystery girl" on stream. Live. In front of thousands of viewers. The wildest part? I didn't even know who he was. I was at my usual gaming café, grinding ranked matches in a popular MOBA game called NLA. But instead of celebrating my latest win, I was fuming. One of my teammates had spent the entire game spewing sexist insults at me, even though I carried the match and we won despite him.

Having spent the last three years caring for my dying mother, I need a new leash on life. So I say goodbye to the UK and take a job opening at a small-town vet clinic in the US. Via a layover in New York. Where I get, ahem, laid over. With a man. Not something I've ever done in my forty-three years. Not something I intend on repeating. Which won't be a problem since I'll never see the guy again . . . Until I step into the local bakery.

¿Hablas en serio? ¿Se supone que voy a tener que vivir en una mansión malrollista en un pueblo lúgubre de costa con faro, lluvia perpetua, marineros y piratas, con tal de que mi archienemiga no se salga con la suya? Pues vale. Daisy Dooren: biotecnóloga licenciada en la universidad de joder-como-puedo-tener-tan-mala-suerte, con una obsesión (in)sana por las margaritas. Lugar de origen: Filadelfia, Pensilvania… más o menos. Destino: Saltwater, un pequeño pueblo de Maine. El problema llega cuando su nuevo ambiente de trabajo resulta ser un tanto… hostil.

Sie ist meine Angestellte und damit tabu. Wenn sie nur nicht so verdammt heiß wäre …. Der Tag, an dem Raelynn Brookner in der Lodge angefangen hat, war Fluch und Segen zur gleichen Zeit. Segen, weil ich schon lange ein Auge auf die rothaarige Amazone geworfen habe. Fluch, weil sie nun die eine Person ist, von der ich die Finger lassen muss. Und nie ist mir etwas so schwer gefallen …. Als sie auf dem Betriebsausflug beinahe ertrinkt, und ich sie aus den Fluten rette, küsse ich sie, obwohl ich weiß, dass es der schlimmste Fehler meines Lebens ist.

Dolan Masters loathes many things: root canals, splinters in his fingers, and people putting toilet paper on the roll wrong - loose end over the top, please. But the one thing he hates more than anything else is Everett freaking Henson. Everett Henson spends more time with animals than people, his best friend, Eli, being the exception. The downside of that friendship means crossing paths with Dolan Masters; the man who rubs Everett wrong in every way possible. But a baby changes everything.

My new boss—Alexander Bane. Aptly named since he’s the bane of my existence. Please isn’t in his vocabulary. He grunts, growls, and demands. If only he didn’t look so sexy when doing so. If only his mouth weren’t so addictive when kissing mine. He’s quickly becoming my favorite boss. Which is wrong. My new assistant is an unwelcomed distraction. Snarky, witty, always smiling. Constantly putting me in my place. Making me second-guess my decisions.

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.