Ergebnis für "Stella" in Liebeskomödie

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.

Anna freut sich nach einer herben Liebesenttäuschung auf eine absolute Traumreise. Fünf Wochen lang will sie mit ihrer Familie auf einem Kreuzfahrtschiff durch die USA und die Karibik schippern. Annas Freude steigt ins Unermessliche, als sie statt der gebuchten Balkonkabine eine luxuriöse Suite zugeteilt bekommt. Doch leider hat die Reederei die Suite doppelt vergeben – an einen arroganten, unfreundlichen, wenn auch unverschämt gutaussehenden Geschäftsmann. Da auf dem ganzen Schiff keine einzige Kabine mehr frei ist, müssen sich die zwei notgedrungen die luxuriöse Maisonette Suite teilen.

Was tust du, wenn der Kerl, mit dem du ein paar heiße Stunden verbracht hast, der oberste Boss deiner Firma ist? Als Mila durch ihre Kollegin Vivienne die Chance erhält, an einem einzigen Abend einen stolzen Betrag zu verdienen, sagt sie nicht nein. Die beiden Freundinnen müssen lediglich Getränke servieren, allerdings ist der Rahmen sehr speziell. Es handelt sich um eine erlesene Party, bei der es sehr freizügig zugeht.

I'll be the first to admit that I live at extremes. After going 10 years locked in what felt like a dysfunctional marriage, I'm now decidedly boy-free. In nearly three years I've had no boyfriends, no flings, no dates, and no sex. For the sake of my dream career, the sacrifice has been easy. At least it was. Until he came along. Lukas Hendricks. He's rude, gorgeous, arrogant - a stone-carved wall of muscle and distraction. He's everything I know to avoid but there's no avoiding your next-door neighbor.

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.

I was drunk-dialing my ex the night I met him. Six-three, sexy as sin, and so incredibly rude I could smack the asshole smirk right off his face. Long story short, we got off to a bad start. But when the tabloids interpret our sparring as Drew Maddox "groveling" with a "mystery brunette", his agent presents us both a proposal: shacking up as a couple this summer. It's an alleged "win-win". I need to prove to my ex that I'm fine. Drew needs to prove to his team that he's stable.

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.

He's 10 years older. My brother's best friend. And for the next two weeks, he gets to have me in all the ways he's ever wanted. The last time I saw him, he still called me kiddo. But fast-forward five years and more than a few things have changed. He's still Iain Thorn. He's still my brother's best friend and the painfully sexy man I clearly never stopped wanting. But me? Apparently, I've grown up in more ways than he can resist.

A perfect storm led me to this place. Ghosted by my fiance, I was suddenly broke, heartbroken and facing eviction. Enter Mason Leo, the six feet and two inches of pure muscle and arrogance I've hated with a passion since the day we met. The man is cocky, womanizing, and ruinously gorgeous. Worse than that, he's my ex's brother. And for the next two weeks, he gets to do with me as he pleases. I'll explain. With both our exes - wait for it - set to marry each other in St. Lucia, I've agreed to let Mason pay my debts so long as I play his date.

Maja braucht dringend Urlaub. Sie hat einen zwar unverschämt attraktiven, aber auch anstrengenden Chef, der ihr das Leben schwer macht. Maja hofft, dass sie sich eine Woche lang mit ihrer schrillen Familie bei einer Kreuzfahrt erholen kann. Ihr Entsetzen kennt keine Grenzen, als es an Bord einen Passagier gibt, mit dem sie nicht einmal in ihren schlimmsten Albträumen gerechnet hätte: ihren Bad Boss. Und es kommt noch schlimmer: Ihr Boss taucht überall dort auf, wo Maja auch ist. Er residiert in der Suite neben ihr und sitzt im Restaurant an ihrem Tisch.

Life has always been family, football, and school. Focusing on my goals didn’t leave much room for girls. But I’m not in school anymore. I’m the hottest rookie running back the league has ever seen, and I know how to score a touchdown. I don’t have a clue how to score with a girl. But I’m going to learn. Because the girl next door with all the thick curves is my new goal. And I’m going to win her heart. She knows nothing about football, but she does like my tight end. So does her cat.

If I had known how irrevocably my life was about to change, I would have walked the other way after talking to my coach. I should have taken any other route out of the Toronto Terror head office. But I didn’t and now–everything is different. At first I didn’t recognize the woman doing a victory dance down the hall when she thought no one was watching. Until she turned around. And that beautiful smile was aimed at me.

Running into your ex is never ideal. Running into your ex who is now dating your nemesis is a literal nightmare. That’s how I found myself in a sheer panic, reaching for the closest guy at the bar and kissing him. And to my delight he was easily the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

Am I friends with JP Cane? Ha! That's laughable. Besides the fact that he’s adopted some far-fetched notion from the movie When Harry Met Sally that says men and women can't be friends and work together, it’s safe to say we're not friends. He's annoyingly loud, obnoxiously handsome, and has made an art out of poking all my hot buttons...multiple times a day. So you can imagine how disgruntled I am when I not only have to fly to San Francisco with him for work, but stay in the same penthouse. Yup, we're sharing the same air, 24-7. We're talking full-fledged working roommates.

He proposed . . . and I said yes. Normally a jovial occasion for a couple in love, but this proposal has a very different feel. Because the man that I'll be calling my husband blew into town with one thing on his mind . . . to make my life a living nightmare. So why did I say yes? Well, because we both need something from each other. Namely, I want the farm land he currently owns, and he needs a wife in order to inherit his family cabin in his grandfather’s will. So as he so eloquently put it, my hand, for his land.

Someone is killing werewolves. At least, that's the way Vincent Van Gogh tells it when he shows up at Mark Abernathy's art gallery seeking protection. For gallery assistant and art history addict Hanna Harvey, meeting Van Gogh is a dream come true—until death follows the troubled artist to town and Hanna becomes the murderer's next target. When Alpha Wereboss Mark Abernathy goes missing, a new wave of murders draws the attention of drool-worthy Detective James Morrison, further complicating Hanna's epic dating dilemma.

Nele ist am Boden zerstört: Ihr Lover Felix hat ihr ein Jahr lang versprochen, sich von seiner Frau zu trennen - und nun darf sie live im Fernsehen dabei zusehen, wie die beiden gemeinsam ein marodes Hausboot sanieren. Was für ein mieser Verräter! Sie will diesen Mistkerl nie mehr wiedersehen. Kurzentschlossen fährt Nele zu ihrer Tante Nina an die Ostsee, wo diese eine Pension besitzt. Sie muss einfach Abstand bekommen und wieder zu sich finden. Dazu braucht sie vor allem eins: Ruhe.

When she was young, Arya Roth became best friends with her housekeeper’s son. Soon, friendship turned to young love, and when Arya dared him to kiss her, a chain reaction of disastrous events led to the boy being sent away and out of Arya’s life. Now, two decades later, Arya is an on-the-rise publicist with her beloved father as one of her biggest clients. So when her father is sued by a former employee, Arya sets out to prove that her father is not the monster he is accused of being. The only problem is the attorney who is determined to destroy her father’s good name.

Tragedy drove him into unwilling exile. Death demands his reluctant return. In the decade between, he has answered to many names and amassed a variety of secrets. Now the actor known to Paris as L'Inconnu must resume his real identity and become Francis Adrian Sinclair Devereux, Earl of Sarre...a man he no longer knows how to be and whose name, thanks to the malice of a friend turned enemy, remains tarnished by an old scandal. Revenge, so long avoided, slithers temptingly from the shadows.

Someone is misusing Max Brandon’s name - resulting in bills for services he never ordered and goods he did not buy. For reasons he can't begin to guess, he has become the victim of some unknown person's campaign of persecution. When the games move closer to home, almost forcing him to fight a duel...more particularly, when they draw in Frances Pendleton, a lady he never expected to see again...Max vows to catch the man behind them, no matter what the cost.