Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Erotismo

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.

I should have known he was a monster when I betrayed him. I should have realized that in the ruthless world of the mafia, my actions would be met with punishment. But I fell for the wounded bad boy who knew just what I craved. Now, I am his possession, and he's determined to make me pay for my sins… On my knees. Bent over his desk. Tied to his bed. I shouldn't want this—shouldn't want him—yet part of me yearns to submit to his dark, depraved demands.

Savannah is beautiful. Brilliant. Brighter than a ray of sunshine. She's also way too young for me and practically family. But she's in trouble. When she witnesses a murder at the hands of a rival mafia, Savannah flees to the only safe refuge she knows—my family. My life is ordered. Careful. Disciplined. But when Savannah needs protection, I can't turn her away.

I'm the RA. He's the resident I'm about to write up for the third time this week. My life is a series of checklists and rules. As the Resident Advisor, my job is to maintain order. His job, apparently, is to be the chaos magnet in 3B, blasting music at all hours and driving me insane. But when I march to his door to finally lay down the law, he opens it shirtless, tattooed, and smirking. And then his scent hits me. Thunderstorms. Ink. And something primal that screams mine.

A hockey player and a beaver walk into a bar… I'm not a real beaver. I just play one for the Bloomburg Aspens. You'd be surprised how many times I need to clarify that. It's not a traditional job, but between my yoga studio and playing the beaver, it pays the bills. The beaver mascot gig also...

In a world of warring orcs and men, Lieutenant Aulis Gerrard can't afford to lose one more battle. But when he faces off against the biggest, most brutal berserker in the orcs' war-band, he knows he's met his doom… Until the deadly orc drops his axe. Draws Gerrard close. And orders him… to run. In the heat of the moment, caught in the orc's inexplicable thrall, Gerrard obeys—but the fallout costs him his rank, his position, and his pride. With little left to lose, he decides to hunt down the brazen brute in the forest and demand a rematch. But the orc doesn't want just a rematch.

I thought getting a linguistics degree would land me a decent job, not get me shipped off to an alien planet ruled by barbarian warlords with tails. But that’s exactly what happens when my own government kidnaps me, along with a bunch of other women, and drops us on a brutal desert planet in the name of research. But the mission goes wrong. Because of course it does. 

A secluded log cabin with snow-covered hills and crackling fires. Pure bliss. Or at least that was what my best friend and I had planned. But plans change when his twin brother decides to crash our holiday escape. Hendrix is steady, kind, and always by my side. Wilder is, well… wild. He's everything I shouldn't want while his twin—my best friend—is the perfect guy. Not that he's ever looked at me that way. Unlike his brother… who can't seem to take his eyes off of me.

Once, he was her dearest friend…but now he's a brutal, terrifying monster. In a world of recently warring orcs and men, Ella Riddell is determined to ignore it all. She's the wealthiest heiress in the realm—and soon, she's to wed a lord, and become a real lady. Until the night her...

Rian Merrick is a wildly talented tattoo artist, the unhinged "rockstar" professor on campus. Everyone's obsession. Now, I'm his. He doesn't care that I'm his student. He won't stop til I belong to him and he's ruined me.

I'm not a player—no one can compare to the fiery showgirl I left behind in Vegas. So when she shows up claiming to be my wife, I know it's our second chance even if she doesn't want anything from me except a divorce. There's only one thing a husband can do… blackmail. She's going to live with me, sleep in my bed, and be my wife for 30 days.

One bullet. One dead man. And now my wreck of a life is spiraling out of control. The bastard deserved it, but I'm just a regular guy. I botched the escape, and since I killed him while wearing a Santa costume, they call me the Festive Fugitive. Cute. Too bad I'll be spending Christmas behind bars or in a body bag. Then he appears. Cesar. My dark salvation. A trained killer who looks at me as if I'm his personal miracle. I killed his boss, yet he says I did him a favor. He wants to protect me, claim me, cage me in his arms, and God help me… I let him.

I'm her best friend's older brother. When this feisty little thing pissed off a rival mob boss, I should have felt like a bastard for stripping her bare, spanking her ass red, and then teaching her how a good girl thanks a man like me for his protection. But she was soaking wet and ready for me when I bent her over and took her exactly the way she needed to be taken. Because whether she likes it or not, she's always been mine. And she always will be.

I fell for that dimpled smirk, cowboy hat, and magnetic charm. Too bad he saw me as nothing more than a pawn in his scheme. That alone should have stopped me from asking him to be my fake boyfriend a few weeks later. In my defense, I was out of options after a major screw-up that almost cost me my job. My lack of self-preservation skills didn't do much to deter me from the idea either. I may be a walking disaster. But everyone in Westridge knows Warren as the town golden boy who can do no wrong, making him the perfect candidate to repair my reputation and help me avoid getting fired.

As a psychiatrist, I expect to encounter psycho- and sociopathic patients. I never have the urge to kill them. Until one patient triggers a need inside me. I expect the kill to be easy, just like the others. What I don't expect is to want to possess my patient's boyfriend, June. As soon as I lay eyes on June, I know he's mine. He'll find out soon enough.

Eddie 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...

I'm a feral omega with one rule: Never get attached; Never let anyone in. But five alphas are about to shatter everything I thought I knew—and this time, I can't blame it on my biology. The Ghosts are killers with fractured souls. Monsters in human skin. But somehow, they've become my monsters. Especially Wraith, the silent, scarred sentinel who sees me like no one else. And as I realize I'm starting to fall for him, I also realize something even more terrifying. I'm falling for them all. 

So, our mission on an alien planet fell apart before it even got started. Great. Now I’m the only surviving military crew member, leading a gaggle of civilian women in unfamiliar terrain. But it turns out one soldier isn’t enough to protect them from the monsters of this planet. Soon enough we’re all scooped up by a bunch of alien barbarian warriors with tails. When I meet their huge, red-eyed leader, he wraps his claws around my throat and looks like he wants to crush me. I can only think of one name for him: The Enemy.

I'm young, carefree, and my job as the assistant to Holt, manager and owner of the Goliaths of Wrestling, means I'm surrounded by half-naked beefcake wrestlers all day. Of course, I'm going to be interested in… getting to know them all better. It would be, like, illegal for me not to lust after them all, right? There's just one hurdle I have to get over first before I can… get to know the wrestlers in the way I want. And that hurdle makes me really, really freaking nervous.

They say I'm jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. I say I know what I want, and I want her. She'll be my submissive. My property. I'll teach her what it means to submit. I'll show her what it means to obey. So I hire her for a job. To be my accomplice. We'll pull off the biggest heist known to Corsica. They say money doesn't buy love… But it can buy her.