Résultats pour "Jolie Day" dans Contemporain

Guess who moved in next door? NYC’s top bachelor. And I’m not swooning—I’m cringing. I just made the worst mistake of my life. I kissed my horrible neighbor. Okay, maybe it was more like a tipsy slip-up. But let’s clarify one thing: he definitely did not kiss me back. And thank goodness for that, because he’s everything I despise. Grumpy. Arrogant. The neighbor from hell. But wait, it gets worse. He’s not just any neighbor—he’s a cutthroat hotel tycoon, now a major shareholder in my hotel. And guess who’s stuck working side by side?

As your paralegal (and ex), I have to be honest: You’re a horrible lawyer. Honestly, the worst I’ve ever seen. You never communicate, you pile on overtime, and you’re constantly in a bad mood. Now, about those panties on your desk. No, that wasn’t a desperate cry for your attention. It was the result of a lost bet with my roommate. But if you were even half the lawyer you claim to be, you’d have figured that out without all the ego-tripping.

He’s the man I absolutely hate. Why? He took my v-card. He left me in a hotel room. Alone. Four years later...He’s a billionaire consultant, the No. one in NY City. (So much for karma!) A demanding, bossy jerk who’s cocky AF - and still panty-melting hot (See? No karma at all!). I should resist him. I shouldn’t let him tempt me. Then, he says we’re more than friends, and I feel myself melt. It turns out, even a man like him has a heart. It’s unfortunate that we can’t be together. Because he can never find out...He’s the father of my child.

Marrying my childhood bully? Monumental mistake. He called me “Goody-Goody.” He called me “Nosy-Josie.” He called me other things while he pulled my pigtails. Two decades later, I’m shocked to find my name on his grandmother’s will. We’re set to inherit a fortune, split 50-50. The catch? We have to tie the knot. We have to live in her tiny NYC apartment (with just one bed). We have to keep up the fake marriage for one month.

I knew it was a bad idea to get on the elevator. Because now, I have three problems. Number one, I’m stuck in the elevator. Number two, I’m soaking wet from the rain. Number three, he got in before the doors closed. Miles Humphries. My neighbor. The one I hate. The biggest jerk I’ve ever met. Mr. Bachelor-for-Life and I, Rose Taylor, are like night and day. Imagine my jaw dropping when he asks me to be his fake fiancée. And move in with him. Together with my cat. Hello? That’s disaster waiting to happen. But then he makes me an offer I can’t refuse.

What the hell is she doing in my strip club? She wasn’t supposed to be a stripper. She was the new waitress, but when she got up on stage, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. And when she started to strip, I had to keep my jaw from hitting the damn floor. Sorry, I’m not touching her. I’m not the man she once loved. She has no business being in a place like this - or with a man like me. She’s pure and innocent, I’ve got more demons than hell itself. I thought I was prepared for anything. But nothing prepared me for her.

Boss rule number one: Never sleep with your employee. Apparently, rules aren’t my thing. Because the moment I wake up naked next to my hot-as-hell new employee, I want to go for round two. I'm not exactly Prince Charming. Some call me The Wolf. I don’t do love, and I sure as hell don’t do forever. But one look at her, and I become a one-woman man. She has a British accent and a car that won’t start. I’m in a rush, so I do what I need to do and send her on her way - sure I’ll never see her again. Then she shows up at my company to interview for a new position.

She’s my best friend’s sister, and I’m her new boss. There are three things I expect from a good assistant: Punctuality, honesty, and trustworthiness. She says she’s all that. Despite my reservations, I decide to give her a shot. To my surprise, she follows my every command.

I just moved in with my billionaire best friend (and secret crush), Oliver Humphries. He’s the all-star. The jock. The golden boy. And I’m no match. I’m the nerdy, frizzy-haired, not-so-skinny friend. The moment I met him at 14, I was in L-O-V-E. I’m under no illusion I stand a chance. Living with him? Not a problem.

I hated the gangs that ruled my city. After my friend was killed and my father vanished, I had no choice but to infiltrate one to figure out why. Entering their infamous club quickly showed me I was in over my head. Then the most feared gang leader took an interest in me. Arran was corrupt, deadly, and his searing gaze both terrified and tempted me. In my search for answers, I stumbled into his dark and dangerous game. The result? I belonged to him, with no chance of escape. In a heartbeat, I became Arran’s obsession. And in a terrible twist, I think he’s becoming mine.

I’m in need of a date. Granny wants to set me up with a peculiar character for her 77th celebration. My only escape? Find someone else—fast. The good news? I’ve got the perfect candidate: my hot new billionaire boss. The catch? He’s moody, bossy, and impatient. Never did I think he’d go along with my wacky scheme. Hi! I’m Zoe Jones, the self-proclaimed crazy cat lady.

I wasn’t supposed to touch her. I was ordered to watch over her, be her "bodyguard". She’s the MC boss’s little sister. And I’m just a guy who does her brother’s dirty work. We’ve known each other for years. But nothing could have prepared me for that night. Her sass, her curves — she brought me to my knees. When Vorn finds out I touched his sister, I’m dead. I’m not the guy she wants. I’m the asshole with a dangerous past. But I can’t bring myself to walk away.

No sex. No falling in love. No trying to buy out her family's business. These are the rules Audrey Miller sets when she's asked to pose as the fake girlfriend of New York's best marketing CEO. Aaron Patterson is after her cousin's company and that is enough for her to hate him. The longer the charade lasts, the less Audrey can resist the billionaire she's sworn to hate. How can she save her family's company if falling for him wasn't part of the deal?

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Two years ago, I had a one-night stand with a hot stranger. Billionaire Marcus Willingham. Powerful, irresistible blue eyes and completely off-limits. He couldn’t get to me before those two thugs grabbed me, but luckily, he was able to chase them off. It was just supposed to be one night. No love. No feelings. And certainly no regrets. Six weeks later, I found myself staring at a positive pregnancy test.

It all started when I decided to leave the biker gang. The leader killed my father and destroyed my family. I will not rest — until the bastard’s dead. When I return to town, I have only one place to stay.... Carlisle’s Pub. The owner is a gorgeous woman with perfect curves. Her sexy eyes melt my soul. Her touch is just what I need. Regina’s pub is the best place for me to draw the rival out. But I can’t unleash my demons on her.

I always pictured my brother's best friend to be impressive - after all, he's a military helicopter pilot whose job is to save people. Then he appears in front of me and my assumptions fly out of the window. Tattoos on muscles. Grey eyes and a sexy smirk. A Scottish accent to die for. And what's more? He's here to rescue me from my uncle's clutches. My poor sheltered heart stands no chance.

He was dangerous, but the real sin was mine. Sinclair was my secret obsession. The one I dreamed of in a homelife filled with violence and pain. It was Sin's darkness that saved me, wrapping its way around my heart until it beat only for him. I helped him escape his island prison. He asked me to leave with him. But my mother is pregnant, and I won't let another child be raised in that house of horrors. The only way to free her is to betray the man I want and the family he's creating. Love is impossible when my only option is to sin.

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I witnessed a crime. The police are failing to protect me. And my chance of survival isn't looking good. Andrusha is the cold and dangerous leader of the Vancouver Russian Mafia; he's also my best chance to make it to trial alive. The only thing we have in common is our shared enemy. This man is everything your mom warned you about. He's ruthless. He's cold. And he likes to be in control. I should be afraid of him. I should keep my distance. So why is he the only one who makes me feel safe? Who will protect me from my protector?