Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Poliziesco, thriller e suspense

Welcome back to your darkest nightmare. I am Death, and they've stripped away my mask of mercy. My little lamb, I will paint the streets red until you're safe in my arms again.

I used to be a cop, and now I kill people for fun. Yeah, yeah I know. Never admit to your crimes. But you don't know who I am. To you, I'm just words in a blurb. Besides, I don't plan on living that long anyway. The system has failed us. There is no justice. So, before I go, I'll be the justice. You know. AKAB. All Killers Are Bastards, or however the fuck the saying goes.

Angels, demons, hellhounds, Nephilim, and a whole host of other non-mortals—my pack of adopted hellhound sons sure knows how to pick a place. And yet somehow, the most interesting one of all is the sad, quiet human who's become friends with the pack. Helping people heal and learn to trust is a specialty of mine, but I don't see Josh as someone to adopt—my hellhound sees him as a mate. The problem? Josh doesn't believe in anything supernatural.

When we enter new territory, two things are clear: The Higher's evil runs deep, and no one is safe. As their secrets are revealed to the lands, the stakes are higher than ever before, and the pressure is on to get Runa out to stabilize my magic before it's too late. With the help of Darius, we may just make it, but he has his own trauma that he carries.

My father is alive, and he wants his research back—me. I am not a scared little girl anymore, and he will learn to fear the person he created with his twisted experiments. He thought he won. He believed he ruined us. He should know better...because I'm Unbreakable.

As we near the end of our mission, my father's assassin makes a reappearance. He helped me through my first traumatic heat, then avoided me for years. But the night our mission takes us to his doorstep, my omega side rears her needy head. I'm going into heat again, and the only ones who can tend me are the stepbrothers I don't trust… or the ruthless assassin who cut me out of his life.

While visiting family in Italy with my mother, I came face-to-face with Leo Toscano, the head of the Italian mafia and my worst nightmare. Let's get one thing straight: I didn't know the mafia was a thing until the ruthless man threatened to wipe out my family unless I married him. Not having much of a choice, I reluctantly said "I do," and tied myself to the heartless bastard for life. Turns out he doesn't want anything to do with me, and I quickly learn the definition of loneliness. But then secrets begin to come to light, and everything I thought I knew about my life turns out to be a lie.

I'm from a place where you eat or get eaten. Two gangs are at war, and I'm hungry for survival. Growing up in a broken town doesn't make you a good man. In fact, the North Shore of the Falls has made me merciless. I survive because I'm a good soldier for the North Shore Crew. I'm cool-headed, I never lose sight of my goals, and my only obsession is to wrench our town from the clutches of our sworn enemies, the Kings. Alexandra Delacroix is just a job. The plan is straightforward: charm her, uncover incriminating information about her senator father, and tip the balance of power in our favor.

Brutal, cold, and illegally gorgeous, Dante Sartorre isn't just mafia royalty. He's also the tyrant owner of the infamously deviant and members-only Club Venom. He's also my new husband. In my defense, I wasn't supposed to be the bride. But I sealed my fate when I saved my friend by signing the Venom Devil's marriage contract myself. Now, he owns me. All of me…

When you've been told your whole life that something is sinful, you have two options. Avoid it like the plague, like it has the power to destroy all that is good and pure. Or become as fixated upon it as Eve was upon that apple. I'm sick of the push-pull of terror and temptation. It's tearing me apart. I just want a bite of the apple. More than a bite. I want to devour it. Have its juices spill from my lips. And by apple, I, of course, mean sex.

To know Ilya Volkov is to fear him. To defy him, lethal. They call him The Wolf—ruthless heir to the most brutal crime family in the world. A tattooed, green-eyed devil. A seductive psychopath who trades in mind games and leaves a path of destruction in his wake. Except, I didn't get that memo. I spit in the dark prince's face. Now, he wants to break me.

I already had a life. A future. A man I'd promised forever to. But the night I found Chase Rhodes—bleeding, broken, and more lost than I was—everything changed. I wasn't supposed to let him in. Wasn't supposed to write music with him in secret beneath the moon. What started as a quiet escape became something unstoppable. Our songs caught fire, and now the whole world knows our names. Music has a way of pulling the broken together, even when the timing is impossible and the fallout inevitable. But some hearts don't settle. Some songs were never meant to stay quiet.

I'm twenty-six years old, and I want to die. So when I wake up at the hospital with my brother weeping over me, I know my life is about to change. What I didn't expect was to get a nurse with cruel eyes and a morbid sense of humor that surpasses my own. I'm even more surprised when I arrive at Harlow Sanctum and realize that my brother selected an unorthodox rehabilitation center that rooms people based on their treatment plan. And my roommate is none other than the man with cruel eyes I met the day prior.

Fleeing my father's cruelty, the wicked king who robbed me of a future, I face death in the streets, caught between a rebellion and a tyrant's reign. Captured by those sworn to kill me, the rebels remain blind to my true identity—the missing daughter of the despised king. Faced with an impossible choice, I stand before them: join the rebels or face their blades. Yet, Dacre, the son of the ruthless rebellion commander, becomes torn between suspicion and a desire that mirrors my own. He allows no one to touch me, tries to protect me, yet threatens me at every turn.

Growing up, the ice was my safe space. I excelled at playing hockey. However, these days, it's hockey players who provide sanctuary—one bed at a time. We have an arrangement. I offer them a night of pleasure, and in return, they grant me all the temporary, artificial love I can get my hands on—a chance to feel whole. Happily ever after doesn't exist where I come from, but I crave it just the same. It was a foolproof system. Until Barrett. One night with him was all it took to tear down walls and crack the facade I worked so hard to build.

I was destined to marry another man when I first met Dawson. He was charming, deadly, and everything my father hated. And I lived by my father's rule, which happens when he's a king of the underworld. That was until I managed to escape and somehow straight into the arms of the man who sells your desires for a living. Did I have a price? Or was he willing to share me for free?

Danger lurks in every corner, and I'm constantly looking over my shoulder to see what will happen next. The villain in our story is supposed to be a protector, a father. But all he does is bring sorrow to his son. He tried to take three important people from our lives. Will the villain succeed in his devious plot? Or will his son make the biggest mistake by leaving Abbs Valley behind to protect us? My guys are fighting like hell to protect me. But who's protecting them?

Valeri Medvedev is a man I would happily fall on my knees to worship. I had no idea he was a dangerous Bratva boss. All I saw was the sexy smile, the dimple on his cheek, and the body that made my mouth water. I was blinded by him…and then I found out the truth. He's dangerous. He's a killer. And I'm the one he wants.

I'm a dangerous man. A man who has spent the last two decades removing so many souls from this earth that it's a miracle my hands aren't permanently stained red. I'm a man who belongs in the shadows. I certainly don't belong in my pretty little neighbor's bedroom when she's not home, touching her things and inhaling her scent. I shouldn't follow her. Shouldn't watch her. No number of cookies on my doorstep will change the fact that love isn't an option for me. The only option left for me is violence.

I want to run a sex empire and be taken seriously in the old boys' club that is the business world. I want to be the poster child, not the plaything. So, I stay polished. Tasteful. Beyond reproach. Until Anton Wolff joins Alchemy. He's the UK's most charismatic billionaire, and he's looking for a club that's as discreet as it is debauched. As classy as it is carnal. I think I've seen it all—until he shares what he desires from his Alchemy experience. And what he desires, above all else, is me. I think I'm afraid of the Big, Bad Wolff.