Resultados para "The Prince" en Comedia romántica

Blake Taylor isn't the queen of horror, but she's certainly a member of the royal court. Blake has made a career out of writing novels that make her readers want to leave the lights on at night. What Blake's fans and very few people realize is that Blake Taylor is scared of her own shadow and just about everything else. After a family intervention, a case of writer's block, and the desire to be free of the confines of fear, she leaves New York and rents a house in Cypress Glade, Louisiana.

Ultra-private, ridiculously handsome Crown Prince Arthur has always gotten by on his charm. But that won't be enough now that the Royal Family is about to be ousted from power once and for all. When Prince Arthur has to rely on the one woman in the kingdom who hates him most, he must learn that earning the love of a nation means first risking his heart. Twenty-eight-year-old Tessa Sharpe, a.k.a. The Royal Watchdog, hates everything about Prince Arthur. As far as she's concerned, he's an arrogant, lazy leech on the kingdom of Avonia.

All I've ever wanted is to live in a fantasy world, and, yes, I am willing to sell my soul to a moth faerie prince to make that happen. Which is perfect because after I've accidentally, maybe, kinda, sorta hit one with my car, that's exactly what he asks for. My soul. And a kiss. But we won't talk about that. Because he told me not to. And I'm very good at keeping secrets. (Especially the one about how he flew into my headlights. I didn't immediately blurt that to his chihuahua shifter and vampire cat friends at all.)

Instead of becoming a famous fashion designer as she'd dreamed, Brett Bishop ends up working for the 24-year-old daughter of an A-list designer instead. Even though her career plans didn't turn out as she expected, she still believes her expectations for her love life will be met. Brett is ready to meet Ms. Right Forever if she can get a break in the schedule her young boss dictates. Evangeline Scott, known as Scotty, also dreamed of being a famous fashion designer. Years of fighting tooth and nail for a toehold in the fashion industry have taken their toll.

Élise. Malgré mon physique, je n'ai jamais eu la vie facile. Mais au moins, j'avais le choix. Désormais, je n'ai que deux alternatives : fuir ou devenir le jouet d'un gangster. Le problème, c'est que si je m'enfuis, les codétenus de mon frère le tueront. Alors que je me prépare au pire, un homme austère débarque devant ma porte. Il s'appelle Théo et il est défiguré par d'horribles brûlures.

Sacha. Si la manche de ma chemise remonte par mégarde, les gens fixent mon bras. "C'est rien, juste une petite attaque de requin", dis-je d'habitude. Ou alors : "Je couve un ver extraterrestre." La vérité, moins sensationnelle, c'est que je me fais dialyser parce que mes reins sont foutus. Mais admettre cette triste vérité revient à réduire une journaliste téméraire, pleine d'ambition et en bonne forme à une "pauvre petite chose". Ce n'est pas du tout moi ! En tout cas, pas sur La Croisette pendant le Festival.

Et si votre patron était un prince ?... La semaine où j'ai été virée, j'ai décroché un poste à Paris. Bien joué, Lucie ! L'inconvénient c'est que mon patron, Max Delaroche, avec son air de dieu grec remixé, m'affole autant que l'alarme qui se met à raisonner dans ma tête. Pin-pon, pin-pon ! Sauve-toi tant que tu le peux ! N'empêche, l'homme m'intrigue. Il possède un charisme de folie mais ignore les règles de base de la vie en entreprise. Il sèche des réunions importantes au motif qu'il s'y ennuie. Il ne veut même pas me dire d'où il vient !

My job was to clean up his reputation and find him a wife. It was supposed to be easy, but nothing about Prince Aramis was ever easy. I was about to throw in the towel when he came up with a solution: I'd be his pretend girlfriend. Forget the fact that I was sort of seeing someone, or that I had no interest in joining the royal family. Once Aramis sets his eyes on something, there's no use in fighting him on it. Besides, in a way it would make my job a little easier.

What did you think was going to happen when you came back to Calico Cove after being gone for years? That I would forget how you were my best friend before you became my worst enemy? Or did you want me to pretend that night at the bonfire when you humiliated me in front of everyone didn't happen? I don’t care that you’re handsome as sin and rich AF, or even that you're pretending to worry about my family's diner—I’m not falling for your charm again.

Matthew Prince is young, rich, and thoroughly spoiled. So what if his parents barely remember he exists and the press is totally obsessed with him? He's on top of the world. But one major PR misstep later, he's cut off and shipped away to spend the holidays in his grandparents' charming small-town hellscape. Population: who cares? It's bad enough that he's stuck in some festive winter wonderland—it's even worse that he has to share space with Hector Martinez, an obnoxiously attractive local who's unimpressed with anything and everything Matthew does.

Poppy Weston had been burned enough times by undeserving men to know her heart was best left under lock and key. She was content with her life, even with the lack of romance. Then Jase Hyland walked into Redbud Inn and offered her something she couldn't refuse. In return, all she had to do was marry him. Jase had seen firsthand the kind of damage relationships caused, and he wanted nothing to do with it. He'd been taught from a young age that the only things that should matter to a man were wealth and power.

Moi, c'est Robyn, jeune mère célibataire au langage fleuri, maladroite et tatouée. Politiquement incorrecte et fière de l'être ! Le seul prince charmant auquel je crois est le héros du conte que je lis à ma fille tous les soirs. Mon ex a failli me démolir et jamais plus je ne laisserai un homme me briser. Je jongle entre mon travail de barmaid et de tatoueuse pour joindre les deux bouts. Ma princesse et moi, c'est nous deux contre le reste du monde !

Wedding planner Sidney Dewitt is always the fairy godmother, never the heroine of her own love story - until she's selected for the reality dating show Marrying Mister Perfect. It might finally be her chance to ride off into the sunset, but when she sneaks out of her room on the night before the show begins to catch a glimpse of her prince, the man she meets is far from Prince Charming.

Brooklyn James should know better. Born into Hollywood royalty, the brooding prince has a reputation as being a player. A manwhore. A womanizer. Adoring fans are his thing. His best friend's little sister is not. Even thinking about her the way he is isn't cool. Not cool at all. And yet every time she pouts those sexy lips at him, she turns him inside out. Makes him harder than he's ever been. Drives him to the brink of insanity.

Growing up poor in small-town California as the oldest of six siblings, I knew I would never ride off into the sunset with anyone. That was even more apparent when a senseless tragedy took the lives of my parents, forcing me to become the sole guardian of our dysfunctional household at the mere age of 23. Then a fateful encounter literally brought Prince Charming to my doorstep. At first I thought Viktor was just your average businessman passing through, albeit obscenely handsome, six-foot-five, blue-eyed, and mysteriously rich. But soon I discovered the truth behind Viktor's façade.

Once upon a time, there lived a princess called Brylee who had a cat and a steady job and her eye on a handsome prince. But Prince Ryan refused to put out. Then Riddick walked through the door and ate her cookie. Literally, okay? It was a good cookie, too, with chocolate chips. Riddick is drop-dead gorgeous but not a prince. Regardless, Brylee can't fight that burning attraction. Even when Ryan suddenly becomes interested in her.

When Shawna Haydel was 16 years old, she dropped Ashton Guidry's name into a potion that would supposedly make Ashton fall in love with her. She knew it was silly, but she clung to one irrational thread of hope their friend Patty's concoction would grant her heart's desire. Shawna's hopes were dashed when Ashton packed up her things and went away to college completely unaware of Shawna's feelings. Twenty-three years after Patty's potion was brewed, Ashton returns to her hometown. She finds time has changed a lot, including Shawna.

Things are going great for Sutton Kay, or at least they were. Her yoga studio is doing well, she's living with her best friend, and she just got two kittens named Mocha and Cappuccino. Sure, she doesn't have a girlfriend, but her life is full and busy. Then her building is sold, and the new landlord turns out to be the woman putting in a gym downstairs who doesn't seem to understand the concepts "courtesy" and "don't be rude to your tenants".