Showing results for "Disasters" in Romantic Comedy

The Duke of Hartwood is a precise, exacting man. As head of the prestigious and well-respected Barnes family, he demands perfection. A Barnes must be above reproach and never mentioned in the gossip columns. When a distant cousin's widow decides to scandalize London by courting disaster and tainting the Barnes name, Hartwood is summoned by his family. Do something, anything, about Mrs. Celia Barnes.

Trust me, I'm not falling for a human porcupine. I don't do older men with baggage a mile long. Billionaires? Nope, I'm Miss Independence, thank you very much. And when a man with the emotional intelligence of a cucumber decides to boss me around? Hoo boy. Shepherd Foster and I are utterly incompatible. He still can't get over the day we met when I questioned Mr. High and Mighty's judgment. He's also holding the key—and the moolah—to my animal rescue dreams. I'm only putting up with this torture for the cute otters, I swear.

There are two things you need to know about me. First, I am not cool. No, no, don't let my tuxedo shirt and anklet socks fool you. I'm twenty-six-year-old-virgin not cool. I'm carry-my cat-around-in-a-special-backpack not cool. Second, I'm cursed. Every Piedmont woman is. We are doomed to fall in love with men who will break our hearts. So, I'm never going to fall in love. But I wouldn't mind a little flirting. To do it, I need someone to teach me how.

Elena Murphy is doing just fine - if you don't count her struggling art studio, her ex-boyfriend suing her, and accidentally tossing purple paint onto a man who just happened to be in the wrong place at the very worst time. And not just any man, but freaking royalty. The World's Most Eligible Bachelor, to be exact, with the paparazzi catching the whole embarrassing incident on camera.

I have huge man problems—literally—since one of my mates is a T-Rex. Things are about to get interesting, because my day job happens to be in a museum, a museum full of dinosaur bones, if you know what I mean. It turns out my bloodline is older than dirt, and an ancestral matchmaker decided to send me some gifts…aka, men. And not just any men, but dinosaur shifters from the past.

Katrina Viceroy is a recently divorced mother of two, and the proud new owner of a flat tire...until leather-clad motorcycle hottie Mac Blair arrives to save the day. Mac is the exact opposite of Trina’s ex-husband. He’s got bad boy etched into every line of his muscular body, for one. Not to mention that gravelly, deep voice he uses to order her around. Things like, 'Swing that pretty leg over my bike,' and, 'Hold on tight' and, 'Here’s my number; call me.' When he’s got her frazzled and panting, Mac just...rides off. Honestly, the nerve!

Hadley Donavan can’t believe she has to go home to Nebraska for her sister’s wedding. She’s gonna need a wingman and a whole lot of vodka for this level of family interaction. At least her bestie agreed he’d man up and help. But then instead of her best friend, his evil twin strolls out of the airport.

One kid and two years later, Liza and Matt are finally going to tie the knot. After a rocky start to their relationship, Liza is finally going to marry the love of her life—her brother’s best friend. The wedding has been planned down to the last detail—the most beautiful setting, the best food, and the perfect dress have all been picked by the bride and groom. But when things suddenly start to go awry, our couple starts to wonder whether they must be cursed or something. It feels like the universe is conspiring against them as more and more things go wrong.

Cassie knows what she wants, and right at the top of her list is a date with her boss. Armed with two cookies from Bellaluna's, she has the perfect plan. However, she's thwarted when Chip, perhaps the complete opposite of her boss, helps himself to one of the treats. But it's hard to stay angry at him when he agrees to help her build her dream haunted house.

Disaster... disaster... désastreuse toi-même ! Tu souhaites sûrement comprendre pourquoi je suis à deux doigts de frôler la dépression nerveuse ? C'est simple : tu mélanges un mariage avec des (soi-disant) amis, des retrouvailles (foireuses), une vieille hippie, une cheffe-teigne, un frangin débile et pour sublimer le tout un EX sexy en diable avec toute la panoplie qui provoque le syndrome de la "chatounette en éruption".

This Valentine’s Day, Daisy Murray has her heart set on binge-watching rom-coms. Instead, an earthquake traps her inside a bakery with its impossibly rude and insufferably handsome owner and head baker. They already have a history: she’s always smiled, he’s always scowled. Where better to finally get to know each other than amid the disaster? Then again, they have no choice. Besides, it could have its sweet, undeniable, and unpredictable perks.