Ergebnis für "The Girls Next Door" in LGBT

“Girl Next Door is everything I love. Complex characters, a prickly love interest, secrets, yearning, questionable decisions, and that glorious HEA. A tender, funny, sexy novel.” — Ashley Herring Blake, author of Delilah Green Doesn't Care In this charming debut rom-com, a young...

Casey Stevens needs distance from her movie producer parents and her social media starlet ex-wife. When she lands in Rocky Springs with a bruised ego and a pile of cash, the quaint tourist town seems like the perfect place for a fresh start. But is it the right place to make her dream of owning a classy sex shop a reality? Tara McCoy knows a thing or two about licking her wounds. She never wanted to move back home, but she’s making the most of it, turning her family’s sleepy bakery into a cupcake destination.

Reserved tattoo artist Riley Foster has just moved apartments and can't take her eyes off the single mom who lives next door. Riley is trying very hard not to succumb to the cliche of falling for the straight girl as she gets to know Kim Jackson, an outgoing baker with an adorable nine-year-old son. A friendship forms and Riley even finds herself roped into playing Kim's fake girlfriend to get her meddling family off her back. What could go wrong . . . except for Kim suddenly questioning whether she's not as straight as she thought!

Als Phoebe nach Kroatien auswandert, hat sie viele Träume und Fragen im Gepäck. Sie scheint ihr Leben auf ihrer Fensterbank zu verbringen. Ihre Blicke schreiben tausende Geschichten, doch in Sprachen, die Phoebe nicht versteht. Und mit jedem Versuch, sie besser kennenzulernen, scheint die Kluft zwischen ihnen zu wachsen.

Moving into my first house is step one in starting my new life. Next is setting up my contracting business. I'm so focused on my future that a relationship is the last thing on my mind. Then I meet Tristan, the single dad next door. He might be my total opposite, but we click in a way I've never experienced, and he quickly becomes one of my closest friends. After attending a wedding as his fake date to make his ex, and his ex's new boyfriend, jealous, I can't deny that things between us have changed.

Olivia Chevalier is perfectly happy living a quiet life of solitude with her two cats in the tempestuous countryside of Brittany. Olivia’s peace is disrupted when heart-breaker extraordinaire Marie Dievart moves in to the holiday home next door after an event at work makes her flee her everyday life. Olivia hates having a neighbor and Marie is put off by Olivia’s cranky ways. But maybe these two women have more in common than they first believe.

When it comes to love, Brandye can't see what is right in front of her. A blind artist, Robin, shows her that all relationships are not doomed to end badly, and soulmates are destined to find each other.

“Cameron's cleverly conceived and brilliantly executed contemporary romance is elevated by her superb character development and flair for delivering exquisite sexual tension.” —Booklist New York Times bestselling author Chelsea M. Cameron delivers the opposites-attract, sweet-and-sexy...

Is it wrong that I watch him? Leif Anderson seems like a friendly, kind, normal, boy-next-door type. Unlike me. His stalker, a creep who moved into the place next to his parents’ house to keep an eye on him. I’m not the bad guy, though. I’m the one who will protect him. The cops don’t believe he’s in danger. Maybe they’re right, and this is all in my messed-up head. I’ve been wrong before. And no matter how I justify this to myself, my motives aren’t entirely pure.

A 2025 CALIBA Golden Poppy Awards Finalist A PANTS POD BOOK CLUB PICK One of ELLE's Best Queer Books of 2025 "Jam-packed with queer angst and queer joy . . . and a truly incredible amount of heart. I devoured this novel." —Kristen Arnett, New York Times bestselling author of Stop Me If...

My time playing pro hockey will be up soon. I can feel it. And I’ve heard the rumors: he’s too old, he’s had too many injuries, he’s lost his edge. I don’t want to admit it, but they could be right. Next season might be my last. Or this season. Because of course, this is when the universe decides I need another concussion. It’s a doozy too—the kind that’s going to keep me off skates for a while.