Resultados para "Miro" en Comedia romántica

Ali es doña manías: el pañuelo de pensar, los desayunos hiperproteicos, la obsesión por la limpieza y el running al amanecer. Debajo de su excéntrico comportamiento y su cuerpo de supermodelo, solo hay una chica que busca desesperadamente ordenar sus sentimientos. No es feliz (todavía). Konrad es don desastre: sin horarios, sin régimen y sin freno... ni en el amor, ni en la comida, ni en el derroche. ¡Gracias al cielo, nació con una creatividad exacerbada que le permite vivir bien y no privarse de nada! Cree que es feliz, hasta que conoce a Ali.

Cammy’s my best friend - the one person I can’t live without, the girl with the sunshine smile, the loaded fridge, and the most awesome kid I’ve ever met. She’s also the hot AF single mom I’ve made it my mission to protect from guys like me. And I won’t risk ruining our friendship by pushing for something more. I’m not that guy. I’m the good time, the class clown, the hockey stud. I’m the happy-for-now, not the happily-ever-after.

This team hates me. Something about my chronic case of resting prick face and that thing with the captain when the season started. My fist, his jaw. Coach says no more “confrontational BS” or I don’t play at all. And that’s a hit my career in the NHL can’t take. So I'll keep my head down and finish out my contract. There’s just one problem. Allie. The girl from Vancouver eight months ago with the sexy, shy, and sinfully bold smile. The girl who blew my mind and then blew out of my life without giving me her number. Turns out she’s the captain’s little sister.

I should walk away, find some puck bunny to gleefully sit on my lap and tell me what a big, hot hockey stud I am - totally true, BTW. But there’s just something about this feisty redhead I can’t let go. She’s got an edge to her that’s sexy as hell and a smart mouth that’s been tying me up since the night I met her. She tells me to forget it, we’re not happening. But she’s not the kind of woman a guy ever forgets. Especially when the air starts to sizzle and pop every time we get within 10 feet of each other.

It started as a joke.... A throwaway promise between friends. A dare for a single kiss at our reunion and nothing more. But that kiss...that kiss was no joking matter. It was hot and wet. A hands-everywhere, breathless kind of insanity that left us both teetering on the brink. She’s got rules about guys like me...rules I respect the hell out of when they apply to any other pro athlete. But as they apply to me? Those rules are about to be broken.

She's sharp as hell, and she's also the lush little harpy who's been rubbing me wrong since we were kids. If it’d been any other damsel in distress looking to shake some unwanted attention, I'd have been the perfect fake boyfriend for all of five minutes. But Laurel brings out the bastard in me, and five minutes hardly seemed enough time to make her squirm. She wants to one-up me. But I want to win. And maybe I need a favor too.

I never thought I’d see her again - let alone find her in the same spot I left her 10 years ago, teaching at the high school where we fell in love. I should have kept walking, but I wanted that laugh, that smile. I wanted five minutes before I got back to a life with no room for my past. One kiss was all I meant to take…but then her fingers were in my hair, her breath hot against my lips, and my hands…everywhere. Now I want more. I want her, but she only wants the guy I used to be.

Czy życie musi płynąć samotnie, nawet jeśli to, co w nim najlepsze, już nas spotkało, a potem przeminęło? Czy miłość może się przytrafiać tylko nastolatkom? Skąd! Dojrzałe kobiety są jak wino! I wiedzą czego chcą! Nawet jeśli się jest typem księżniczki, której na niczym nie zależy... to czasem zdarzyć się może, że korona spadnie pod naporem zwykłych spraw, a wtedy... może właśnie zjawi się książę, chociaż bez konia i w bojówkach lub ze stetoskopem na szyi. Czasem dla odczarowania rzeczywistości przyda się miotła z czerwoną kokardą. Czasem wystarczy uśmiech.

Brynn Ahearn is gorgeous, fun, and a camera operator for the NBA—more than your average sports nut—whose work takes her all over the country. In other words, she’s a walking male fantasy—or, at least, she would be if she weren’t so busy keeping the guys at bay. The fact is, with Brynn’s con man father fresh out of jail and back in her life, dating is just too risky. Haunted by memories of her past, she couldn’t ask any man to gamble with his life for love—even one as addictive as Ford Meyers.

After her one attempt at commitment ends in the worst kind of betrayal, Maggie Lawson vows that the only people she’ll love ’til death do they part will be her friends. Unfortunately, that means Maggie letting her bestie rope her into a year-long dating dare: score a new date each month or pay a penalty. It seems doable—until Maggie’s date stands her up, leaving only one option: the sexy stud who just moved in upstairs. The problem? He and Maggie can’t stop fighting—and that’s just the beginning.

It seems like a solid plan: Get hitched, Vegas-style. Lose each other’s numbers, permanently. Avoid pitfalls of real marriage forever. Until I sober up, and my wife is already gone. It’s what we agreed to. But I don’t like it. A year later, I find her. I have another solid plan to undo our mistake. Only now, I’m not so sure the cocktail napkin with our prenup can protect me from the one thing I swore I wouldn’t do…fall in love.

Ten days. That’s all I’m asking for. But not one of my NHL teammates is willing to cough up a sister, cousin, or trusted friend to play my fake girlfriend for this wedding. Pucking BS. Yeah, my mouth has been known to get me into places I don’t belong. But this Class Five panty melter is on lockdown because the last thing I need is another complication. I’m about to give up when fate delivers the answer to my prayers.

There I was, working to get a rise out of my cranky little rule-following, fun-wrecking, soon-to-be ex-neighbor when my one-night stand from last season shows up…in labor. Next thing I know, I’m a single-dad begging for a crash course in caring for this tiny miracle from the neighbor who loves to hate me. It turns out Nora raised half her siblings. She knows things. And I know my son needs her. Unfortunately, she’s not impressed by my NHL career, my legendary charm, or the rumors surrounding the size of my stick (all true btw).