Résultats pour "Playboy" dans Romantisme

Older. Hotter. And way out of my league. Hannah Prescott has been my obsession since the moment she uttered those five simple words. She thinks she'll deter me by her dismissive attitude, but her words only spur me on. I love a challenge, and since Hannah is my literal dream girl, she's worth putting in a bit of work.

With one glance at her in the club, I’m ready to claim her for the night. Dark, flowing hair. A smile that causes my heart to pound. Eyes that pierce my soul. And a perfect body that makes every part of me pulse. She’s addictive. Electrifying. Consuming. I’ve never wanted anyone more. Our eyes meet, but she looks right past me. She isn’t here for me. She’s here for the music. For the first time in my life, a woman makes me work for it. Her indifference fuels the fire inside me. The result? One night. No names. No introductions.

When I enter the Most Valuable Playboy charity auction, my goal is simple—be the player who goes for the most dough. But when trouble shows up at the auction, I need a whole new play. Enter Violet—she's my best friend's sister and she's my close friend too. With a smile as sweet as cherry pie and a mind that runs quicker than the 40-yard-dash, Violet saves the day with the highest bid.

We were friends, she and I. Best friends. It was easy, simple, and comfortable; that was our dynamic. We had a system, an understanding, an unspoken arrangement. We were there for each other through thick and thin. We had an unbreakable bond. Nobody understood our friendship. Because a guy and a girl couldn’t just be best friends without emotions getting involved, right? Without noticing, everything shifted, and I was experiencing all these new feelings....

Money or love? Which would you choose? You probably just answered the question in your head, thinking it's an easy decision. For me, it's not. Did I mention it's a lot of money? A hell of a lot. I needed to go far away to think it through. As I embarked on an impulsive trip, I hit a detour when I met sexy Carter in the airport lounge. We struck up a heated conversation. Then, he left. I thought I'd never see him again. But fate had other plans. Surprise! He was the pilot of my flight.

It started as a game. We flirted. We played. Most importantly - we won. Then I discovered who he was: Gambler. Famous playboy. And my best friend’s soon-to-be brother in law, Cullen Carmichael. He needed a good luck charm, I needed a distraction. So we made a gamble and set off for Vegas - but pretty soon - I was in too deep. My heart, soul, and body weren't supposed to be part of the deal. But somewhere between big wins and long nights, my house of cards started to tumble. I’d given up on love, but the wicked, all-in Cullen Carmichael was upping the ante and wouldn’t stop until he’d won it all.

Forced to trade in his carefree life of expensive sports cars and fancy restaurants, confirmed bachelor and playboy Cliff Howard joins a carpool with station wagon-driving, widowed mother Diana Collins, and unlikely sparks fly.

Arbon Academy was supposed to be a bright new start. An opportunity for greatness, and something an orphan girl could only dream of. For a while there, it seemed to be exactly that. But Violet's bright future is suddenly looking dim. Arbon Academy and Prince Alex are nothing but a facade. A trap. In a sinister world of ballgowns and backstabbing, of perfumes and politics, of indulgent parties and illegal sword fights, Violet now faces the biggest challenge of all: recovering her shattered heart from the prince who crushed it.

Twice unlucky in love, natural hair vlogger Angela Strickland has settled into a life centered around avoiding men and relationships like the plague. Unwilling to risk another broken heart, she resigns herself to being a perpetually single woman. Corporate man and self-professed womanizer Ryan Boye doesn't believe in relationships or love and thinks anyone who does is a fool. But there's just something about Angela Strickland he can't shake.

Three things you should not do when you're a rookie, and the only female on the SDPD SWAT Team . . . 1) Take your hazing personally, 2) Let them see you sweat, and 3) Fall for your captain. Especially when your captain is the biggest playboy on the entire police force. I've managed to follow rules one and two with no problem . . . but the third one I’m having a little more trouble with. All I can think about is how I'd like to give him my V-card, giftwrapped with a big red bow on it which is such a bad idea because out of Rules One, Two, and Three.

They call me a playboy. Sure, I like to have fun with the opposite sex, but hey, in my line of work, who wouldn't? Name's Jonah and I work for Bunny Hunnies, a swimsuit magazine. Calling the shots, and taking pictures of gorgeous women is every man's fantasy, including mine. That is, until Chelsea Sincock walks onto the set of one of my shoots. I've known Chelsea since before she was this hot as hell vixen wearing nothing but a bikini.

Chloe Jones is trying to put the scandal of leaving her Super Bowl legend fiancé at the altar behind her. There is no better way to escape than to turn her island honeymoon into a much-needed vacation with her girls. What she isn't expecting is to meet a hot stranger. Don't they say to get over someone you need to get under someone else? Chloe's ready for a fresh start. Shame her vengeful ex is making it difficult for her. That is until she lands the job of her dreams. She isn't expecting to come face to face with the hot stranger from her island escape—her new boss.

The Chandler Brothers from New York Times best-selling author Carly Phillips are back! The Bachelor: He’s got wanderlust and no intention of settling down. She’s home to stay and has put her bad-boy ex in her rearview mirror. The Playboy: He’s the town’s most popular playboy. She’s sworn off men and weddings for good. The Heartbreaker: He’s a loner who indulges in a one-night stand out of town. She’s a senator’s daughter who never expects to see her indulgence again.

I've never been in love myself, but that doesn't stop me from secretly matchmaking for my friends. Who would suspect me, a world-class athlete, of meddling in other people's love lives? I love love, especially when it's not me who's doing the falling.... "No thanks." That's what Hollis Westbrooke said when I asked her on a date. Well, propositioned her, actually - but it was all a big joke; one she doesn't think is funny.

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.

Charlie Hartley is the thing that addictions are made of. At least that's what I've heard from the parade of desperate women who've gone through his bedroom's revolving door. Brash and unapologetic, tattooed and insanely handsome. I'm sure there's a Charlie Addicts Anonymous meeting taking place somewhere in the great state of Illinois as we speak.

If there were ever a man who prided himself on always being up front with women, it's tatted bad boy, Crayson Madden, in the flesh. His world may revolve around sex and cigars, but there's a lot more to this cigar lounge owner than what meets the eye. Too bad Jordyn Jameson spends more time arguing with him, than seeing beyond his asshole-ish ways. Now, they are forced together whether she likes it or not and the more Crayson pushes her buttons, the more he likes what he sees behind the confident siren.

They call me a heartbreaker. I've constructed the exact type of life I want for myself--isolated from feelings, and numb to the world. Running from my own fears. Pretending I own the world. I get paid to be an asshole. Easiest money I've ever mad. Until I get paid to be an ass to her. She's the one person who digs beneath the layers to see the truth hiding there. Being paid to break her heart may be the hardest job I've ever done.

I had the best sex of my life with a man whose name I didn't even know. No names, no strings, and . . . no panties. Long story. Don't ask. So imagine my surprise when I walk into my dad's office a week later and see none other than the man who has my panties, but not my name. Turns out, he's the Avalanche's hotshot goalie, thirteen years older and my father is his coach. As if all of that wasn't bad enough . . . we still can't seem to keep our hands off each other. The man is famous for . . . using his hands.

Noah: I have it all - money, looks, and any woman I want. Till I meet her and my universe is knocked on its ass and she wants nothing to do with me. Kaleigh: My motto: never date the same man twice. I have less chance of breaking my heart that way. Till my eyes land on the only man I'll break my rule for. She thinks she can run. That I'll let her get away. He thinks he can handle a woman like me. He has no idea. A man who has it all needs one thing and one thing only. A temptress.