Ergebnis für "The Do-Over" in Liebeskomödie

Thea Rogers hat ihr Leben ihrer Karriere gewidmet. Nun ist sie auf dem besten Weg, die jüngste Partnerin ihrer Kanzlei zu werden. Doch als ein Seniorpartner unerwartet stirbt, stellt Thea fest, dass die Leute bei seiner Beerdigung nur aus Pflichtgefühl dabei sind. Plötzlich wird Thea die Frage nicht mehr los: Wenn sie morgen verschwinden würde, würde das irgendjemanden interessieren? Zum ersten Mal beginnt Thea, ihre Entscheidungen zu hinterfragen. Vielleicht ist jetzt der Moment, alles anders zu machen und ihr Leben mit Dingen zu füllen, die wirklich zählen.

Perci hat es nicht leicht: Erst wird sie von ihrem Ex auf die denkbar demütigendste Weise abserviert (Zu Silvester! Live im Radio!), dann mischt sich ihre übergriffige Mutter in ihr Liebesleben ein. Um sie sich vom Leibe zu halten, erfindet Perci einen Fake-Boyfriend, dem sie dummerweise den Namen ihres Nachbarn gibt. Ihres sehr, sehr heißen Nachbarn. Der keine Ahnung hat, dass er Perci angeblich datet. Was könnte da schon schiefgehen?

Thea Rogers has dedicated her life to her career in corporate law. Apart from her colleague and long-time friend-with-benefits Alasdair, she’s forgone friendships and relationships, and now she’s on track to become her firm’s youngest ever female partner. She should be ecstatic. But when a senior partner dies unexpectedly, Thea realises the people at his funeral are only there out of duty. Suddenly, Thea can’t shake the question: if she disappeared tomorrow, would anyone care?

There’s nothing like experiencing the most humiliating breakup in history for a serious wake-up call. After getting dumped over the radio, with millions of listeners tuning in, my life is in serious need of a do-over. Trying to please everyone else isn’t working, so it’s time to focus on me. But not everyone is on board with the new Perci—my overbearing mother is still dreaming about me walking down the aisle with my awful ex. To keep her far away from my love life, I made up an imaginary boyfriend.

She was always the one. Or so I thought. Turns out my instincts were dead wrong. Years ago I was faced with the choice between two women. Both were perfect in opposite ways. One was carefree and against commitment. The other was a woman you’d bring home to mom. I was young, naïve, and stupid. I’m sure you can guess who I chose. Now, I’m older, wiser, and know what the hell I want. So, when the same two women pop back into my life, it’s my chance for a do-over. But they flipped the script.

Anda Weiss knows that going on a reality show to find love is, well, desperate. But after years of putting her love life second to her career, that’s how low she’s willing to stoop. Miraculously, the hot guy starring in Man Of Her Dreams is nice. Surprisingly normal. Altogether terrific. And Chance DiMarco kisses so well she forgets cameras are taping every second. Until she spends a red hot night with him, only to have all of America watch him kick her off the show.

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Mallory (Fluffy), Persephone (Perky), Fiona (Feisty), and Hastings (Hasty) come from the small town of Anderhill, Massachusetts, with lives that take sudden turns, as they get surprise “do-overs” when it comes to second-chance love. This boxed set features New York Times best-selling author Julia Kent’s first three books in the series, starting with the prequel, Little Miss Perfect. A romantic comedy, binge-listen, get ready for a massive laugh-fest escape!

I never thought my perp walk would lead to true love. Then again, I never thought I’d be arrested on RICO charges and hauled away in zip ties on camera for the world to see, minutes after closing the most amazing deal of my career. And all of it in front of my biggest rival, billionaire wunderkind Ian McCrory.

I'm not too proud to admit that finding Mr. Right involves swiping right. Right? Welcome to dating in avocado toastland. Here I am, on my first blind date, ever, courtesy of a smartphone app and my two annoying best friends. So what is Chris "Fletch" Fletcher doing, walking across the room, looking at his phone like he's pattern matching a picture to find a real person he's never met before? Oh. Oh, no. The guy I drop-kicked in seventh grade cannot be my blind date. The guy who earned me this infernal nickname.

When I was young and impulsive (okay, it was only five years ago, alright?) I let my boyfriend take, let's just say...compromising pictures of me. (Shut up. It made sense at the time.) Surprise! The sleazy back-stabbing jerk posted them on a website and, well, you can guess what happened. I’m a meme. Now I get tagged on social media whenever anyone shares them. You try getting a thousand notifications a day, all of them pictures of your tatas. It’s time for revenge. But how do you get embarrassingly intimate pictures of your jerkface ex who double-crossed you five years ago?

It all started with the wrong Help Wanted ad. Of course it did. I'm a professional fluffer. It's not what you think. I stage homes for a living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits. Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I'll wait. See? That's the problem. My career has used the term "fluffer" for decades. I didn't even know there was a more...lascivious definition of the term. Until it was too late.