Gør som tusindvis af andre bogelskere
Tilmeld dig nyhedsbrevet og få gode tilbud og inspiration til din næste læsning.
Ved tilmelding accepterer du vores persondatapolitik.Du kan altid afmelde dig igen.
Ladies, I know how things look from the outside. I'm rich. I'm a successful surgeon. I'm handsome. I should have women lining up from here to New Jersey clawing for space in my bed, but there's one huge catch. I'm f*cking awkward. Every time I get a date, I spoil it. Asked if she's pregnant? Check. Forgot her name? Check. Bought a meat lover's pizza for my vegan girlfriend? Check, check, check. This is why my best friend, romance fanatic Allie Jenkins, has declared that she's swooping in to save the day. She's prepared a list of required reading straight from The Ripped Bodice, and I'm supposed to take notes, learn from the best, and put that shit into action. After all, practice makes perfect, right? Wrong.
I'm a single mom. He's a single dad. In theory, we should have something in common, right? Wrong. When I receive a phone call from my daughter's school, I'm shocked to find my sweet little girl has been in a fight. Hauled to the principal's office to straighten things out, I find myself sitting next to none other than my first kiss-Tyler Daniels-the man who'd taught me the meaning of trouble. After living the high life in NYC, Tyler's back in town to ruin me all over again. This time-the joke's on him. I'm older and (sometimes) wiser, and after my last failed relationship, I'm in no mood to have my pigtails pulled. Not even when Tyler decides to try that kissing thing all over again. However, Tyler's gotten a lot better at that kissing thing, and when one steamy kiss leads to the next, I suddenly find myself thinking about Tyler Daniels and his smoking hot dad bod at the worst of times. Even if his presence in my home town will run my beautiful little inn right out of business. When push comes to shove, however, Tyler Daniels and I are not cut out to be friends-and I'm not sure we're ready for more.
A new, laugh-out-loud romantic comedy from USA TODAY bestselling author Lily Kate! Ladies & Gents, I sold my soul for a hamburger. And I have no regrets. When a girl is trapped indefinitely in an elevator with a smoking hot burger and an empty stomach, even the strongest of women will crumble. The story goes like this: Bradley Hamilton, former professional hockey player and the most frustrating human alive, offered me half of his hamburger in exchange for a date. I took him up on the offer-while under duress-and now I'm stuck with the consequences. Specifically, the scorching kiss that has me drooling for more. However, there's one whopper of a problem. This man has been a thorn in my side for the last twenty years-ever since he moved next door and became my older brother's best friend. We've gone head to head for years, and now, he's trying to buy out my restaurant in order to plop one of his big fat gyms there instead. I refuse to let him ruin my business. Unfortunately, Bradley Hamilton is like an order of fries: you just can't have one. It appears our lips are addicted to kissing. He's alarmingly handsome. Deliciously confident. And worst of all? Underneath that salty exterior he's starting to show signs of sweet. Brad Hamilton is my guilty pleasure, my cheat meal, my greatest craving. Which is why he'll be one habit that's hard to kick.
For fans of Helena Hunting and Alice Clayton, the debut of a sexy, funny voice in New Adult romance.
Good things come in extra-large, smoking hot birthday suits. Things like Cohen James.
They say it's bad business to sleep with the boss. But they haven't met Jocelyn Jones.
Tilmeld dig nyhedsbrevet og få gode tilbud og inspiration til din næste læsning.
Ved tilmelding accepterer du vores persondatapolitik.