Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in LGBT

Wicky's never been magically stalked before. He kinda likes it, to be honest. For some reason, it's upsetting everyone else, though. Maybe he should figure out who it is. Ooooo, maybe his fated one is on the other end! In…Thailand?

Killian I hate obscure school rules. Especially the one that says siblings have to room together after a tragedy. Now I'm stuck sharing my dorm with my stepbrother, and I have no idea how either of us is going to make it to the end of the school year without offing the other. Just as I'm getting...

Growing up, I was the problem child teachers didn't know what to do with. The troubled teen whose parents wished was never born. The system's made of cracks, and I fell through each and every one, all in a futile effort to protect the family legacy. They tried to fix me. Doctors… therapists… teachers… pastors... And they failed. Epically. Now, eighteen, and fresh out of Hell, I'm thrown into the last place I ever expected. Rehab. Enter Nolan Dresden. Newly divorced. A recovering alcoholic. Almost double my age.

One unforgettable night and one nameless face changed everything. He's wealthy. He's powerful. And he's married… to my mother. Staying away is impossible, and secrets and lies have become second nature. He's crawled under my skin, an energy larger than life, refusing to be ignored as he bends me to his will. Now, I'm so far gone I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep him close, collateral damage be damned.

A brutal assault nine months ago left eccentric portrait artist Micah with facial scars and PTSD. He's struggled to leave his apartment ever since, and he can't let anyone in. Then his only sanctuary is disrupted by signs of a haunting. Between the 80's synth pop and motivation messages scrawled on his bathroom mirror, Micah finds himself more charmed than frightened by who he believes to be Cosmo, the deceased previous resident of his apartment. But when Cosmo's ghostly visits suddenly stop, Micah is determined to lure him back.

Franchesca "Frankie" Blake's life is a carefully balanced chaos: single mom, rink-side bartender, and secret late-night skater with two left feet. Romance? Not on the schedule. Especially not with the cocky, dominant, too-hot-for-their-own-good beer league boys who practically live at the rink. At least, that's what she tells herself—right up until a babysitter emergency drops her kids in the laps of Travis and Elliot.

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.

Welcome to Big Bend—my nightmare and my home, all in one. I don't fit in here. I don't fit in anywhere. I've made so many mistakes. Over and over. Two of those mistakes haunt me. One, being responsible for a friend losing his job and reputation in this town. And two, well, that one is even worse. I ruined so many lives with one stupid decision I barely even remember. And now, I'm going to pay for it.

Monti Schroeder is on a quest for peace. She has been since the moment she was born. But peace has remained elusive. Living as a nomad, she takes work where she can get it. When her sister calls with a favor for her neurotic boss, Monti agrees to it for a few extra bucks. What Monti finds when she arrives is a woman just as broken as she is. And no matter what, she can't leave Athena to flounder on her own.

Since I was six years old, my world has revolved around two things: Carter Lockwood and hockey. We made a pact in college before we turned pro to always put each other first. To make each other our priority, but being in love with your straight best friend can make that hard, especially when you have to watch them fall in love with someone else. I don't want to break my best friend's heart to save my own, but I need to put some space between us to save our friendship. Only this time, it's not just the defensive zone I'm protecting, but also my heart.

When Avery showed up for his temp job on Monday morning, he had certain expectations in mind. He was not expecting to end up bent over his new boss's desk. It was an innocent mistake, and he's determined to move on, but the experience left him breathless and more than a little curious. So when his new boss is left without a feeder, he volunteers to help. After all, that's what any good assistant would do. Right?

When a strange woman shows up outside our camp in the Wastes with monsters chained up to her RV, it feels like I’m the only one who actually wants to help them. That big, grey-skinned monster with the cage on his head and the chain hanging from his back—something is telling me I need to help him. I need to free him. But I have absolutely no idea how I’m supposed to do that, especially when he can’t even talk to me to tell me how. Collector Mary is finally leaving our camp to head back to her monster menagerie, so I do the only thing I can think of to help him: I go with her.

West, my older brother's high school rival. The rich kid who has it all. The guy who disappeared six years ago and destroyed my brother's life. I thought West and I were friends. I trusted him, but he showed me I was nothing more to him than a means to an end. Being twenty and in my last year of college isn't easy. Neither is being a virgin. I've never been normal or felt like I fit in, and I don't feel what I'm supposed to. My online job has given me the perfect way to solve my virginity problem. Then the last person I ever wanted to see again shows up on my doorstep.

He's the last kraken—and he's living in exile. For centuries, Bjorn has punished himself for the loss of his people in the Great Shifter Wars. He barely lives, hiding away in his nature preserve and overseeing his watery territory. But an underwater encounter with a human scientist in his bay reawakens his magic. Bjorn is determined to ignore fate, except the quirky and curious scientist won't leave him alone. When Penelope shows up at his lighthouse, his Kraken takes matters into his own hands.

When I attended my teammate's wedding, I wasn't expecting to come face-to-face with the man who broke my heart fourteen years ago. He was my teammate. My first love. But when I got traded, he threw what we had away. Now he's back in my life, and he wants to give things another go. If I agree to try again, and it all goes wrong, it's not just my heart that's at risk of breaking. It'll be my kids' hearts too.

Charles Preston Carmichael is the most infuriating man I've ever met. I want to sock the golden boy of college hockey right in the mouth. He enjoys telling me everything I'm messing up—publicly. And since he's my roommate for the next year, I can't avoid him. Yet there's something about him that makes me watch him. Something dark. A secret I want to uncover. When he returns from a weekend away, broken and haunted, I can't keep my distance anymore. He needs someone, and I'll be damned if it's not me.

I've already mentally prepared myself to kill the screaming, murderous monster in the cage outside our camp. I'm used to it. It's what I do here. Kill monsters and other people. This monster, Seraph, is particularly unstable—has been since the moment he arrived from Collector Mary's monster...

Alison Hartmann is a woman with secrets no one wants her to keep. Gold Hill, with its idyllic setting, is the perfect place to hide. Light-hearted Hope Sullivan doesn't see it that way. What else is a small town for if it isn't about strong bonds and a close community? On a gloomy day by the lake, their lives collide, leading both women to question: Is Gold Hill a haven or a bolthole? Can you ever really be safe?

I don't ask for much from life; I get paid, and then I get laid. And piloting spaceships across the galaxy keeps my solo lifestyle well-funded. I don't need a relationship or any of the baggage that comes with it. I like my men like I like my coffee; to go. That is, until the most boring job in the universe goes horribly wrong and I'm snatched from my ship by a seven-foot alien. He's huge, he's purple, and he's ripped as hell. I'm sure I'm a dead man. Only it turns out he doesn't want to kill me. What he wants is far worse.

There are three of them. Three boys. We’re friends, neighbors, our lives linked through disaster, fear, and pain. I love them all. Not sure I can live without them. Can we just stay friends? Can we ignore the desire flaring when we’re around each other? Can I kiss one and not the other? I can’t choose. Don’t want to choose. And I’m not sure they can, either. This story will either end up in heartache, or as any story should—in a happy ending.