Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Erotismo

In retrospect, it might not have been the wisest idea to hand in my V-card to a hot librarian I picked up at my mother's cocktail party. In my defense, the man has a French accent, gray hair, and knows a lot about books. I was probably naïve to expect a call after that, but when he didn't, it hurt to accept he didn't feel that same connection I did. If that isn't a sign you need to make a change, I don't know what is. Too bad the change I get is six months in a remote French chateau, working as a nanny to an adorable little girl—who happens to be the daughter of the single dad I had sex with.

Jaxon Bortsov is a beautiful devil—cruel and cold, relentless and vicious. Next in line to claim the throne of the Vysotsky Bratva, he commands with an iron fist and a heart of ice. We began with a cursed contract. One my sister was supposed to sign. But when she fell pregnant and ran, I was left to honor the deal in her place. I tried to escape, to sever the bonds of fate, only to be captured by enemies. Jaxon stole me back like a thief in the night, and now he refuses to let me go.

I convinced myself I could survive 365 days as his captive wife. Get my bookstore back. Simple, right? Wrong. I wasn't ready for the raw, vajayjay-clenching desire in his look. The way he devours me night after night. He promises to ruin me for any other man. And I'm paying for my naivety,One filthy groan at a time. I also didn't foresee the hunger. The vomiting. The three positive pregnancy tests. Victor Morozov's baby. Growing inside me. Just as I think it's happily ever after, Eli and I get kidnapped. To save us, Victor must die... But I won't let that happen.

A taste of what you'll find: 13 unhinged POVs, tropical island forced proximity for all, superheroes x villains x aliens x a very irritated pregnant normie, MM romance (and a little FF, too), everybody gets some (and it's filthy, duh, men in corsets, hoochie daddy shorts, and Gambit crop tops, slooty besties having slooty fantasies about each other (good thing their stellar collisions are into it), rabble chat in every chapter (on top of the IRL ballbusting), feel-good family moments and all the schmoop, and the usual naughty humor and witty banter.

When two dragon shifters decided I was their mate, they didn't ask. They just chased me down, tore my panties off, and spanked my bare ass until I was ready to come like a good girl for them.

Fifteen years ago, Sawyer Caldwell murdered four people—but left me alive. Now, on the run from my abusive ex, the dense Appalachian forest where I once escaped a killer's grasp is the only place I feel safe. Except someone's lurking in those trees. Watching me. Waiting. It can't be Sawyer Caldwell. He's dead. Shot by the police. So who's hunting me in the woods— And why do I wish it's the serial killer who let me live?

I woke on the floor of a prison cell, but I wasn't alone. There was a man. My fellow prisoner. My protector. He spoke into my mind, saying things that couldn't be true. That I'd been bitten. That I was going to turn. That I had to obey him if I wanted to survive. He was beaten, but his voice rang with power, and his body called to mine. And when he won our freedom, I learned he was far more powerful than I realized. I escaped one prison just to land in another. Now I'm caught in a war between shifters—and my protector has become my captor.

The Curious Incident of the Great Cookie Snackcident of 979 is a cozy, slower-burn workplace romance with two MCs who connect over a shared passion for their calling. It features a demi heroine, a non-binary shadow monster, wooing with snacks, footnotes from an in-world narrator, and shadow tentacle play!

I have no desire for a pack. I don't need to be taken care of. I earn my own money as an OmegaFans creator. The National Omega Commission's heat services have all the alpha knots I'll ever need. As for love? That ship sailed a long time ago. So why is it so hard to keep these three men at arm's length? Ben, my best friend's brother, was only meant to be an uncomplicated party hook-up. Aleks, the broody beta who I'm certain only tolerates me. Not to mention "Ryder," the OnlyA's alpha I've started collaborating with. It's easier to ignore what's between us if I don't find out his real name.

Centuries before the events of Between Life and Death and Between Sun and Moon... Centuries before she was Sage... She was Aurelia, the Goddess of Life. The decades-long Immortal War has ended, and a new deal has been struck between the two warring sides. In exchange for the freedom of others, Aurelia reluctantly agrees to live in the Spirit Realm, where she will give her hand in marriage to the God of Death—Von.

Returning to my hometown, to normalcy, after all I've been through feels strange, to say the least. Returning to the friends and family who have all moved on with their lives while I'm still trapped with demons of my past haunting me is the worst kind of torment. I'm safe now. Lydia, the woman who stole me when I was just nine years old, is in prison. I'm free. But I don't feel free. I don't even know who I am anymore. The child I was is dead, and the man I've become is lost.

Ivy Noelle Winter is content with being a thirty-one-year-old unbonded omega with no prospects of a pack. She adores teaching fifth grade, she has wonderful friends—and that baking show marathon isn't going to watch itself. Until a snowstorm and power outage traps Ivy in her classroom after hours… with three men. Rome, the new alpha music teacher. James, the flirtatious beta vet he's bonded to. And Logan, the town's grumpy alpha electrician. Their scents call to Ivy and her body answers, setting off her first-ever mini-heat. 

With one football legend, a feral cage fighter, the country's youngest Senator, and one seriously stern professor, the Thorne Pack couldn't be more intimidating, even without an omega to bond them. Which is probably for the best—with all their sharp edges, how could they ever take care of anything precious? Turns out, they may not have a choice. When happenstance hands them an omega who needs help, the bond is instant—and accidental. Now, they have to show her they're ready to fight for her heart, even if they lose everything else to win her over.

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.

I cultivated my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honor at my convent school, and I've been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He's the most proper person I've ever met. No one would peg him as the finance director of a sex club. (I mean, no one's pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. #justsayin) I get it. He's a widower, single-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet, something just for him.

I've been part of the Leone family since Don Massimo took me in when I was a boy. Now I sit beside his son, il capo, Don Sebastiano. Being a mobster is all I know and want. Even when betrayal comes knocking at my door. A teasing smile, the most striking cloud-gray eyes, an androgynous body wrapped in lingerie, and a belly chain around his narrow hips. Can a man be pretty? I must be drunker than I thought to wonder such a thing.

I have sinful thoughts about one of my students. Every night. I picture her in my bed. In my shower. Underneath me. Right up against the chalkboard. I'm especially fond of that one. In my defense, I know her thoughts are as sinful as mine. She's begging me with her beautiful blue eyes. She's daring me to cross the line. No, I'm not a good man. And I'm done pretending to be. I know exactly what I'm going to do to her as soon as she walks into my office hours.

I'm the heir of Zahariss. My secret is no more, and the people know an heir walks amongst them, but so does another. With broken vows and being hunted, I find myself in the most unlikely place of allies that will help me to right the wrong. As we make plans to spill the Highers' blood across the land, he finds me. Darius, heir of Cazier. After thinking we had some sort of connection, a truce, my enemy betrayed me. He says he won't let me go, but he won't acknowledge what he has done to me. With hatred burning bright, can we move on? Or will my wounds stay forever bleeding?

It's been 1097 days and 14 hours since I've been locked in this place. And they've come to me every night. The monsters in my dreams worship my body, and when I wake up I'm desperate for more. But they’re never there to finish me off. Dr. Adams says I can leave the asylum if I start to take my meds, but I've always hated how they made me feel...and I'm not sure that I agree with them that I'm actually crazy. Because dreams don’t make you crazy, right?

There were other ways I could've spent my summer, but my sister's stepson needed a swift kick in the rear, and she thought I was the perfect man for the job. I'm no brat tamer, so being saddled with one wasn't my idea of a good time, but I can see the appeal when my… less-than-conventional methods prove fruitful.