Ergebnis für "The Roommate Agreement" in Liebesromane

I’m a man with too many secrets, so the last thing I need is a new roommate with a sexy smile and blue eyes that see right through me. Eight years ago, Roderick left town after high school. We’re not friends. I owe him nothing. But back then, I let one of my secrets slip, and he’s the only one who noticed. Part of me knows I should run far, far away. But the other part wants him to come upstairs and spend the night. But if I let him in, I could lose everything.

Nach seiner Scheidung steht Payne vor einem Scherbenhaufen: mit vierzig zurück in seiner Heimatstadt, pleite und ohne eigene Wohnung. Als sein Bruder ihm ausgerechnet seinen besten Freund als neuen Mitbewohner vorschlägt, bleibt Payne nichts anderes übrig, als seinen Stolz herunterzuschlucken und das Angebot anzunehmen. Ein wenig Aufräumen hier, ein bisschen Kochen dort, und schon hat er ein Dach über dem Kopf. Klingt einfach. Wäre da nicht Beau – Beau, der gerne halb nackt herumläuft. Beau, der die Tür nicht schließt, wenn er ... beschäftigt ist.

The Wheatons are infamous among the east coast elite for their lack of impulse control, except for their daughter Clara. She’s the consummate socialite: over-achieving, well-mannered, predictable. But every Wheaton has their weakness. When Clara’s childhood crush invites her to move cross-country, the offer is too tempting to resist. Unfortunately, it’s also too good to be true.

Clara Wheaton is the consummate good girl: over-achieving, well-mannered, utterly predictable. When her childhood crush invites her to move across the country, the offer is too good to resist. Unfortunately, it's also too good to be true. Suddenly, Clara finds herself sharing a house with a charming stranger. Josh might be a bit too perceptive - not to mention handsome - for comfort, but there's a good chance he and Clara could have survived sharing a summer sublet if she hadn't looked him up on the internet....

Comedian Stephanie Renshaw hopes to finally get her big break in LA. A chance encounter lands her the perfect apartment close to the comedy clubs, but it comes with a catch: She needs a roommate to afford the rent. Enter Rae Coleman, a former police officer working the door at one of the top comedy clubs. After getting injured in the line of duty and losing her job with the LAPD, Rae guards her wounded soul behind a tough exterior. At first, the two clash horribly before a tentative friendship develops. Bit by bit, Steph manages to break through the walls Rae has built around her.

Let your homeless best friend stay with you, he said. Being roommates will be fun, he said. It's only temporary, he said. He never said I'd fall for him. You know what isn't temporary? The endless stream of dirty socks in my bathroom and empty food packets under the sofa - and don't even get me started on the hot guys who take over my living room every Sunday to watch sports. I can't take anymore. So I propose a roommate agreement. One that will bring peace and order back to my life, complete with rules that might just stop my newfound crush on my best friend in its tracks.

Payne. In search of: Room to rent. Must ignore the patheticness of a 40-year-old roommate. Preferably dirt cheap as funds are tight (nonexistent). There’s nothing sadder than moving back to my hometown newly divorced, homeless, and lost for what my next move is. When my little brother’s best friend offers me a place to stay in exchange for menial duties, I swallow my pride and jump at the offer. I need this. I also need Beau to wear a shirt. And ditch the gray sweatpants. And not leave his door ajar when he’s in compromising positions...

Der heiß ersehnte Nachfolger von "Spanish Love Deception" von TikTok-Erfolgsautorin Elena Armas! Die junge Autorin Rosie hat gleich mehrere Probleme: Die Muse will sie nicht küssen und sie leidet unter einer Schreibblockade. Zu allem Überfluss fällt ihr in ihrem Apartment die Decke auf den Kopf. Wortwörtlich! Zum Glück hat sie den Ersatzschlüssel zum Loft ihrer besten Freundin Lina, die gerade auf Reisen ist.

Life is smooth sailing until these new roomies find themselves stuck between a rock and a very hard place. Because lusting after the one person you shouldn't ever mess around with - your new roommate - is like cardinal rule number one. Get ready for four complete friends-to-lovers rom-com standalones: The Room Mate, The Play Mate, The House Mate, and The Soul Mate.

It was supposed to be an easy house- and dog-sitting gig while the owner was gone for a month. But when my sportsing landlord comes home unexpectedly, injured and in need of a new arrangement, we end up as accidental roommates instead. But if Holt Webster, the tall, thick-muscled, square-jawed, broody-eyed rugby player, had told me he played for the Copper Valley Pounders, I would’ve told him that my stepdad bought the team while I was working cruise ships overseas.

Item One: Divorced man seeks female roommate for companionship. Cash Nicholson isn't looking for a girlfriend, but he wants to come home to someone after a bad day at work. Item Two: Single mother needs apartment. Jade Robertson is desperate, and her best friend's couch just isn't going to cut it anymore.

Rosie Graham has a problem. A few, actually. She just quit her well-paid job to focus on her secret career as a romance writer. She hasn’t told her family and now has terrible writer’s block. Then, the ceiling of her New York apartment literally crumbles on her. Luckily she has her best friend Lina’s spare key while she’s out of town. But Rosie doesn’t know that Lina has already lent her apartment to her cousin Lucas, who Rosie has been stalking—for lack of a better word—on Instagram for the last few months.

Romance is weakness, and Jasmine Allen doesn’t have time for either. Lifelong cynic Jas is the queen of one-night things—until a plumbing disaster screws everything up and leaves her temporarily homeless. Luckily, she has someone to turn to: her best friend Rahul.

The first time I meet Maliki Bridges, I'm 18, and he kicks me out of his bar. Two years later, he does it again. He's the town's hottest bartender. He thinks I'm a spoiled rich girl. I think he has a stick up his ass. Once I'm old enough to drink, we become friends. Nothing more... Until we become roommates. It's a bad idea, moving in with him, but any opportunity I get to be around him I'll take. Consequences be damned.

Sharing a summer house with a hot-as-hell roommate should be a dream come true, right? Not when it’s Justin…the only person I’d ever loved…who now hates me. When my grandmother died and left me half of the house on Aquidneck Island, there was a catch: the other half would go to the boy she helped raise. The same boy who turned into the teenager whose heart I broke years ago.

The proposition is simple: if ER nurse Claire Harper and her roommate, firefighter Graham Scott, are still single by the time they’re forty, they’ll take the proverbial plunge together…as friends with benefits. Maybe it’s the wine, but in the moment, Claire figures the pact is a safe-enough deal, considering she hasn’t had much luck in love and he’s in no rush to settle down. Like, at all. Besides, there’s no way she could ever really fall for Graham and his thrill-seeking ways. Not after what happened to her father.

Kendra is a messy-haired, pajama-pants-wearing ball of sass. The first thing she does is try to make friends with my random from the night before - giving her all sorts of bad ideas. I don’t date. I don’t use words like girlfriend, or I’ll text you later. F--k that. Relationships aren’t for me. I’ll give a woman a night she won’t forget, but once it’s over, I’m out. I keep people at a distance, and I have my reasons. But Kendra starts getting under my skin. And when my life crashes and burns - literally - Kendra is the only person on whom I can count.

I never thought I’d see her again—the woman I left behind at the motel after our one-night stand. So, when she walks into my office as my new assistant, I’m in for a shock. But that’s just the beginning. I come home to find her with suitcases, stranded and nowhere to stay. Sure, I could turn her away, but my nosy aunt is visiting, and she’s itching to meet my nonexistent spouse. My assistant is ready to join the madness of pretending to be my loving wife.

Conor Brady is the hottest man I have ever laid eyes on. Ever. He’s also my new roommate. In the past few days, I became jobless, homeless, and boyfriendless. So, I did what any 28-year-old woman with her life together would do: I ran. Far, far away from my life in New York and straight to my big brother’s house in Atlanta. Only, it turns out that my brother is away on a business trip. And he failed to tell me that a full-on, godlike hottie - who happens to be a premier house flipper - has taken up residence in the spare bedroom while his enormous new house is being renovated.

There are probably worse things than being stuck in a remote cabin with the rugged-yet-grumpy forest ranger who saved my life in a blizzard. Getting mauled by a bear, for example, though I might prefer that to eating breakfast with Gideon Bell, the guy who nearly ruined my life when we were kids. It was twenty years ago. We haven’t spoken since. Our families still hate each other, and our lives are completely different. I’m not sure we’ve got anything in common besides childhood memories.