Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Erotismo

My mother taught me the rules of being a mafia princess. Don't ask stupid questions. Smile even when it hurts. Stay pretty and pure and perfect. Following the rules got her killed. So I do the one thing my mother couldn't: I run, leaving my fiancé at the altar, my throne empty, and my life behind. Five years later, I stumble back home looking for answers... and instead, they find me. The ex, the bodyguard, and the billionaire. Kings of the city, sitting on a stolen throne. They've changed all the rules. They don't want a pretty, polite princess. They demand a queen.

Callum Walker kills people for a living. Although he doesn't get a say in who his boss puts on his list, he likes to hunt people who hurt children in his spare time. After a misunderstanding that leads Callum to believe Ryan Fairview—a local funeral director—is responsible for hurting one of the neighbourhood children, he finds his next target. However, Ryan isn't like other morticians. He can see dead people. So, when Callum breaks into Fairview Funerals ready to kill him, Ryan is shocked to find that his would-be murderer is haunted by all the people he's killed.

The Bratva rule Las Vegas. The Cosa Nostra rule New York City. What happens when they merge their families? A new King and Queen of the Mafia are born. Illayana Volkov and Arturo De Luca have a long road ahead, with enemies around every corner. They'll have to protect and trust in one another to survive. With a brutal betrayal and danger lurking in the shadows, who can they really trust?

The path to self-acceptance has always felt like an uphill battle for me. It's hard not to feel that way when the most important people in my life decided long ago they can't accept me as I am, that they don't want a gay son, a feminine son, a boy who likes pretty things. Caring for myself from a young age has come with a lot of hardships, but finding myself bruised, homeless, and sleeping in my car just about tops the list. Fortunately, the person I least expect offers to take me in and share his home with me.

Jessica Martin is not a nice girl. As prom queen and captain of the cheer squad, she'd ruled her school mercilessly, looking down her nose at everyone she deemed unworthy. The most unworthy of them all? The "freak," Manson Reed: her favorite victim. But a lot changes after high school. A freak like him never should have ended up at the same Halloween party as her. He never should have been able to beat her at a game of Drink or Dare. He never should have been able to humiliate her in front of everyone.

The last thing I expect is for my dream job to fall in my lap—or for three ridiculously hot guys to pursue me through the Scottish Highlands.

While everyone thinks Alex has been locked behind the walls of Montgomery Psychiatric Ward for the past two years, he's been secretly watching from the shadows. Waiting. Manipulating my life and sabotaging my relationships.

Ash Summers is the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen. He’s also a total d*ck, and I hate him more than anything. That feeling is mutual, by the way, as he does nothing but torment me. Oh, and did I mention he’s my stepbrother? Messing with Ash is all fun and games until our parents force us to room together during our final year at college. Sharing an apartment with him only makes me hate him more. Until it doesn’t.

Welcome to Lionswood Prep, the world's most elite boarding school. Here, old money reigns supreme, and if you can't flaunt your weight in designer labels, you'd better get used to sitting alone. As a poor scholarship student, I know these rules better than anyone. I've perfected the art of pretending I don't envy my classmates' limitless wealth just as well as I've mastered blending into the background.

From the moment I spotted him on the side of the road, I knew he was trouble. Now I'm kneeling at the mercy of a masked devil with my boyfriend's blood on my hands. He tells me to call him Saint because he saved me... that I should be thankful he spared me a worse fate. I'm tempted to fight him or bargain. But when Saint tells me to run, a twisted part of me wonders if he'll chase.

My pretty little Puppet dreamed of monsters and things that go bump in the night. She ached to forget about responsibilities and expectations long enough to let a faceless predator chase her through the woods. So I gave Peyton Everett everything she ever dreamed of. Once I hired her as my housekeeper, I brought her to the middle of nowhere to maintain my estate, and then I anonymously contacted her through the website she only visited when she was alone.

A brutal, domineering, and lethally beautiful monster with a body built for violence, Ares Drakos—new king of the Drakos Mafia family—is every inch the God of War he's named after. And now, I belong to him.

When my best friend drags me to a vampire dinner club as her wingman, I'm determined—I won't end up on the menu. No eye contact. No flirting. Definitely no biting. Then he appears. Deadly attractive with a voice smooth like velvet, he murmurs into my ear, his lips graze my wrist, and I forget my resolve. The rush of his venom in my veins feels like falling off the world's edge. The lust consumes me, intoxicating and irreversible. I leave in a daze. I shouldn't have succumbed so easily, and I won't come back.

Being near him again makes me crazy. I'm supposed to be the college basketball star my father raised me to be, but now I'm focused on a new game. I'm obsessed with watching him, touching him, breaking him. His body, his head, his heart, anything I can get my hands on… I'm gonna take it all until he's got nothing left. And even though he knows exactly what I'm doing to him, he's gonna let me do it anyway.

He gave me everything I wanted, right down to the sparkly pearl necklace and the wild, crazy ride on his North Pole, but this sexy Santa has a dark secret. For years, he's been watching me while I sleep, and he knows how much I can take. I always thought Santa was about spreading joy at Christmas, but I couldn't have been more wrong. This filthy Santa prefers to spread something else, and as long as he's willing to give, I'm more than happy to take.

The world sees Gabriel Black as a golden god: successful, gorgeous, charismatic, and untouchable. The good guy. But I've peeked behind the mask and seen the brutal devil that lurks like poison under the surface. And he knows it, too. Now, I need a miracle—and money—to save my father's life and pay off the crime boss he's in deep with. Gabriel needs a wife to further his political career. It's a match made in hell to a secret psychopath who knows my darkest, most depraved fantasies. And I'm about to learn the only thing more dangerous than being chased by a monster:

Foxglove Noire thought she had left Noire House and the nefarious underworld of the Anguis behind for good. But no matter how far she ran, she was never going to be safe from the forested mansion of her childhood—a truth she is confronted with when she is drugged, abducted, and dragged back to Port Macabre, a hostage to three brutes as beautiful as they are cruel.

I'm having a hard time. And no, that's sadly not an innuendo. Depression is slipping back into my life like a toxic ex, and I know I need to do something before it consumes me. So when I run into the man of my dreams on my first attempt to get out of the house, it feels like fate.

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.

I’d been prom queen and cheer captain—high school’s most savage Queen Bee. I could have everything I wanted. Except them. The freaks, the weirdos, the school’s ultimate losers: Manson, Jason, Lucas, and Vincent. Our hatred for each other couldn’t keep us apart, not even when my own mistake got Manson expelled and made me the ultimate villain to the rest of them.