検索キーワード： 著者 "Melanie Harlow" すべてのカテゴリー

Cheyenne Dempsey har været forelsket i Cole Mitchell, lige så længe hun kan huske. Han er hendes storebrors ven, og det er som om, han har kun lige opdaget, at Cheyenne faktisk er en voksen kvinde. Cole er enkemand og alene med sin niårige datter, Mariah. Han har været så fokuseret på at være en god far, at han slet ikke opdagede, at han selv længtes efter mere. Mere end bare at være en god far, en god søn, en god politibetjent. Pludselig ser han Cheyenne.

Det er ikke hver dag i den lille, hyggelige by Bellamy Creek, Griffin ser en smuk kvinde i hvid balkjole vælte ud af en ødelagt bil. Med sine høje hæle og tiara er Blair malplaceret, men hun er også sjov og helt igennem uimodståelig. Da hendes bil viser sig at være brudt helt sammen, tilbyder Griffin hende ly for natten. Blair er ved at starte sit nye liv langt væk fra sine kontrollerende overklasseforældre, men mødet med mekanikeren Griffin ændrer alt.

Yes, I’m a single dad who needs a nanny for the summer. But hiring the stranded runaway bride who shows up on my doorstep in a wedding gown with no references, no skills, and no experience? No one is that desperate.

I didn’t realize who the gruff, gorgeous older man was the night he rescued me from a creep in a Manhattan hotel. All I knew was that a hot, bearded stranger with a protective streak showed up right when I needed a reminder that real gentlemen still exist.

When I got jilted by my unfaithful fiancé a week before the wedding, my plans involved nothing more than ice cream, a blanket fort, and a bonfire of his possessions. But my friends convince me that bitter tastes better when it’s drowned in Bordeaux, so I embark on the Parisian honeymoon by myself. However, the City of Light isn’t remotely charming or romantic when you’re alone at a table for two, so all I want to do is go home again. Then I meet Lucas Fournier.

OK, fine. I’ll confess. While my house was being robbed, I was in the shower indulging my favorite Brad Pitt fantasy (the one with the Troy costume and the handcuffs). But where is the justice in the world when the first cop on the scene is the former bully next door? How dare that arrogant jerk grow up to be six-foot-three inches of solid muscle with gorgeous blue eyes! I can’t stop thinking about him. Or his handcuffs. Or his dirty mouth. Or the way he still likes to boss me around these days, only with a lot less clothing.

I have trouble saying no. To shoes, handbags, the dessert tray…you name it. But when I agreed to a plan last-minute engagement bash for a spoiled Mafia princess, I had no idea she’d demand that my sexy ex cater it. He’ll agree to work for me, but only if I agree to spend a weekend with him. Did I mention my weakness for a**holes with tattoos? I’m totally forked.

Måske er det fordi hun var mit livs første kærlighed. Måske fordi jeg aldrig rigtig har glemt hende. Eller måske fordi jeg lige har fået mit livs værste besked... Under alle omstændigheder er der noget, der får mig til at opsøge Maren, som jeg ikke har set, siden jeg knuste hendes hjerte for 12 år siden. Planen er at give hende den undskyldning, hun har fortjent og lade hende komme videre med sit liv. Men da jeg møder hende igen – nu en voksen kvinde, der med succes er gået efter sine drømme, og er smukkere end nogensinde før – bliver jeg endnu engang blæst bagover.

I didn't mean to say I was engaged to a hot billionaire–it just slipped out. In my defense, I'd had a really bad haircut, a really strong drink, and I was trying to save face in front of the Mean Girl at my high school reunion. Lucky for me, I happen to know a hot billionaire. Hutton French and I have been friends forever, and even though big social gatherings are not his thing, I called him from the coat closet and begged him for a favor–show up and play my fake fiancé for the night.

Er war immer mein Fels in der Brandung – aber jetzt schlagen die Wellen auf einmal über uns zusammen. Noah McCormick und ich waren immer nur gute Freunde. Obwohl er schon mit 16 ziemlich süß war und mittlerweile ein unglaublich heißer Sheriff ist, war er immer nur mein großer Beschützer, dem ich blind vertrauen konnte. Das wollte ich nie aufs Spiel setzen. Bis ich ins Bad geplatzt bin, als er gerade aus der Dusche kam – splitterfasernackt und einfach nur zum anbeten.

Wir sind wie Feuer und Eis - aber seine Blicke bringen mich zum Schmelzen. Wir waren elf, als Oliver Pemberton mich dazu überredete, von einem Scheunendach zu springen. Er sagte, man könne sich aus der Höhe kein Bein brechen. Er hat gelogen. Ich wünschte, ich könnte sagen, dass das die letzte Wette mit ihm war - das letzte Mal, dass ich ihm vertraut habe. Aber so ist es nicht. Weil er den Nerv hatte, mit der Zeit noch charmanter zu werden, überzeugender und unheimlich sexy. Und je älter wir wurden, desto schmutziger die Wetten und desto höher der Wetteinsatz - bis Oliver mir schließlich das Herz brach.

The last person on earth I want to be stranded with is Gianni Lupo. But, thanks to the blizzard of the century, I’m trapped in a roadside motel room with that cocky bastard for two straight days, and with one small bed. Some women might thank Mother Nature for delivering a polar vortex that maroons them with six feet of solid muscle, those deep blue eyes, that sexy grin - but not me. I’ve known Gianni Lupo all my life, and he’s never brought me anything but bad luck, and trouble. I should have known what the disastrous end result would be.

Nate er min nabo og en af mine bedste venner, selvom vi ser forskelligt på det meste. Som skilsmisseadvokat elsker han at fortælle mig, at min drøm om "den eneste ene" er - ja, en drøm, en helt urealistisk fantasi. Og som bryllupsplanlægger elsker jeg at fortælle ham, at han tager fejl. Hvor jeg tror på kærlighed med stort K, tror han på onenightstands og på ikke at få følelser i klemme.

My new neighbor is a firefighter - and a scorching-hot single dad - but I swear I didn’t set off that smoke alarm on purpose. (And I was beyond mortified when he rushed in and saw me naked.) Nothing happened, of course - because I, Winnie MacAllister, romance junkie and owner of a constantly broken heart, have sworn off men for one solid year. Even protective men with chiseled jaws, bulging biceps, and deep brown eyes that make my breath come faster.

Sie ist die Einzige, die ich will - doch ich darf sie nicht lieben. Ich bin alleinerziehender Vater dreier Töchter und noch dazu CFO in einem erfolgreichen Hotel. Für Beziehungen bleibt keine Zeit, denn ich muss das Geschäft am Laufen halten und nebenher noch den Haushalt schmeißen. Sicher, Frannie Sawyer ist eine tolle Frau... aber sie ist gerade mal 27, die Tochter meines Chefs und die neue Teilzeit-Nanny meiner Töchter - also für mich absolut tabu! Doch ich kann ihr einfach nicht widerstehen. Das erste Mal seit Jahren will ich wieder etwas ganz für mich allein: Sie.

Just friends. That’s all Beckett Weaver and I have ever been. Sure, he’s a hot cowboy who left Wall Street behind to take over his family’s ranch. Yes, I’ve had a secret crush on him since we were 17. And who wouldn’t appreciate those strong hands, that massive chest, and the way he fills out a pair of Levis? He makes a girl sweat just looking at him...and I look. A lot. But I’m a single mom trying to move on with my life, and he’s running that ranch single-handedly while taking care of his elderly father.

He’s my brother’s best friend, the hot single dad next door. And one accidental sext later, my massive crush on him is no longer a secret. It’s my own damn fault. I’m 30 years old, for heaven’s sake. I’m a kindergarten teacher and a (reasonably) responsible adult. I should know better than to get tipsy and draft a fake text listing all the dirty things I wish Officer Cole Mitchell would do to me. I wasn’t supposed to hit send. And he wasn’t supposed to see it.

When Blair Beaufort literally crashes into Bellamy Creek wearing a ball gown and a tiara, I should have towed her car, said goodnight, and sent her packing. I’m a mechanic, not a hotel manager. I've got enough on my plate trying to keep my shop from going under, my overbearing mother off my back, and my baseball team in contention for the league championship. I don’t have time for a former debutante with zero street smarts and a cash flow problem, even if she is crazy beautiful. But I know better than to think it can last. She wants a fairy tale, and I’m no prince.

Back then, I had it all. After tanking my career - during the World Series, no less - the last thing I want to do is return to my hometown, where every jerk in a ball cap has an opinion about what went wrong with my arm. Then I run into April Sawyer. I can still make her laugh, she can still take me down a notch, and when the chemistry between us explodes, it’s even hotter this time around - and I don’t want it to end. But just when I think I’m ready to let go of the past and get back in the game, life throws me a curveball I never saw coming.

In hindsight, I should not have had that fifth mimosa at Breakfast with Santa. Or the sixth, seventh, and eighth. Even if the mic-drop moment that resulted was worth the looks on my former friends’ faces. For the sake of my children and my pride, I pack up and head for my childhood home and the small town where I grew up. Cloverleigh Farms would be the perfect place for a fresh start. Falling for Henry DeSantis wasn’t part of the plan.