Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Romanzo d'amore

Ever have someone get you so well that it's like looking in a mirror? That's what I think of when I look at Liam. I might as well be looking at myself from a few months ago. Broken and jaded. But I've come out the other side, mostly, and I'm finally in a good place. I figure if I did it, so can he. So, I make it my mission to befriend him. Predictably, he doesn't make it easy. But I'm persistent. And then he suffers a minor accident. One that results in me having to give him a helping hand in ways I never expected. Ways that make me think I may not be as broken as I thought.

I don’t want Jason Vega. Not at all. It’s the worst idea ever. Ah, hell... Jason is handsome. Smart. Dangerous. Hot. He’s goddamn gorgeous - but he’s also sleeping on the street, hanging out with the local biker gang, and selling his body for a living. Our lives, our paths, couldn’t be further apart. I’m crawling toward the light while he’s falling into the dark. But it doesn’t matter how different we are or what logic dictates.

What do you do when the love of your life chooses someone else? Easy, you find a nice rebound. If it just so happens to be his hot, dumb hunk of a brother, even better. Elton Hill is everything wrong with people. He's loud, annoying, way too intense, and pushes too hard. But he's available, and our secret friends-with-benefits relationship turns out to be exactly what I need. When I start to see a different side of him, things change. Apparently, the intense, sensitive, flamingo-loving golden retriever is perfect for me, and I'm not willing to give him up.

Mercer Bentley Palmerston is an outcast—the pariah of his family—so what better source to get dirt on the Palmerstons than their black sheep? Intrigued by his lingerie, Blake sees an opportunity to get closer to Mercer, but he has no idea how much trouble he's invited into his life by taking him in. Mercer might be a brat, but Blake has no interest in taming him. He's a sly demon with ever-changing rules, a larger-than-life personality, and covers his weaknesses with sharp wit. There's more to Mercer than his outright refusal to behave, and Blake is the only one who realizes why.

Jamie Kettlehouse is known by many pen names, so when she picks up a mysterious woman at the bar, it's just another fun night. Always career-minded, Jamie publishes an article that goes viral, yet instead of pushing her career forward, she's on the verge of being fired. Desperate to save her job, she begs for help from the one-night stand she swore she'd never see again.

As the PT for the Bringham Bobcats, he knows they're loud, cocky, and more trouble than they're worth. Not to mention painful reminders of the career ripped from his grasp a decade ago—a past he's desperate to leave behind. All he needs to do is finish his business course and open his own practice to be free of hockey forever. It's all going according to plan, until a dirty-mouthed young hotshot who won't take no for an answer waltzes into his office, and Jamie's forced to reconsider whether he's ready to give up on the game.

Waking up alone in a strange hotel room, missing my prosthetic legs, and having no memory of what happened the night before is not how I wanted to spend my estranged twin's bachelor party trip. Yet there I was, legless and with zero idea how I got there. Or who I spent the night with. Which is… not great. Though I suppose that trauma lies somewhere between losing my legs in a car accident, which killed my career in the NHL, and my brother running off with my fiancée. So, in the grand scheme of things, not the worst weekend I've had.

He should've known he wouldn't win going up against the best. Everyone knew I was the most popular in the brothel. There was no point pretending otherwise. In a shameless act of revenge, he had the guards called and had me arrested for offending the man who'd chosen me over him. They, in turn, sold me off to the barbarians.

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?

My life hasn't turned out the way I wanted it to. Because of one stupid stunt by a kid I used to care about, I'm now slinging cocktails in a Miami club instead of getting my degree. In a split second, Everest Hill ruined my future, and I'm too jaded to ever move past it. Only Elton—my best friend and his brother—connects us, but thankfully, Everest has made himself irrelevant in the last four years. Until now. When Elton heads off on a summer European adventure, I'm forced to babysit his little brother through his first semester in college, but I'd rather eat shattered glass.

Dakota's plan was simple: drive to Las Vegas, start her dream job at a luxury spa, and leave her old life behind. But when her ancient pickup breaks down in the middle of the Nevada desert, she's stranded, helpless, and alone. Enter Frankie, a charming cowgirl with a heart of gold and a big ranch to run. What starts as a desert rescue sparks into an unexpected connection neither of them saw coming.

I assumed writing swoony romance novels about humans and otherkind might attract some unsavory attention, but I never imagined I'd have an obsessive fan stalking me. Fortunately, my BFF Max has an in with a town he assures me can keep me safe. As a former foster kid, I'm pretty resilient, but this situation is messing with my sleep, and I'm on deadline for my next book!

I’ve never felt like I fit in, but that changed the day I met him. Liam West. He was larger than life, even back when we were kids. He protected me from every awful thing life threw at me, but somewhere along the way my fascination with him turned into something more. Something filled with pain. I’ve tried to put distance between us, but it never works. Liam will never let me get too far from him. All I can do is stay high enough to forget the hopelessness of it all.

You know the guy everyone loves in a strictly platonic manner? The one that people think is nice and funny and smart, but not in a romantic way? That's me. What's worse, not even my formerly straight best friend and current roommate, who I've had a crush on for years, saw me as anything other than his buddy. I blame myself, sort of. If I'd just been brave enough to tell him how I felt, maybe I'd have been the one to help him realize he liked men. That's why I decided to be bold. To put myself out there if I was interested in someone.

When the hottest guy I've ever seen teaches one of those weird New Age, self-help seminars at my company, I don't exactly pay attention to the content of the presentation. I just know I want to see him again. He's flirty and charming, and I find myself asking him on a date. I'm usually all about casual hookups, but Cody is different. He doesn't care about my family's money or that I'm the owner of an NHL team. He wants to get to know me for me. His sunshine personality is addictive, and I'm worried that one hookup won't be enough.

Forgetting to knock changed everything. There I was, innocently letting myself into my teammate's room to search for some protein powder, when I came across a different type of protein altogether. I learned two things that day. Knock first, and straight guys might be missing out. As usual, when I have an epiphany, I turn to my best friend Cam for help. He's been my partner in crime since we were five, so he's used to indulging my whims. He's also the order to my chaos, protecting me from my own bad ideas.

Being a lifelong Chicago Thunder fan, I know that Blaine Olsen is trouble. Because all hockey players are. He's a notorious playboy, and I refuse to be another notch on his bedpost. But when he shows me the part of himself he keeps hidden, it gets harder to resist him.

He makes me lose all control. Ex-Special Forces and current CEO of Sinro Enterprises, I sacrifice my personal life and health to lead mercenary teams dedicated to wiping out high-profile criminals. My working hours are endless. My schedule is rigid. I leave no room for normal things like relationships. Until a pretty little thief breaks into my high-rise and shatters what I'd come to believe was peace. I find myself hesitating to pull the trigger for the first time.

On the surface, I've got it all. I'm the starting goalie and captain of the Colorado Bulldogs hockey team. I've got more money than I know what to do with. I can count an entire team of elite athletes as my friends. And according to the pundits, I'm an eligible bachelor. That's the image everyone sees, but it's just a role I play, a part dictated by my career. So, those questions I have about why I don't crave sexual contact the way my teammates do, questions I'm afraid to ask with the world watching… I decided a long time ago it didn't make sense to look for answers until after I retired.

An ultimatum from my football team manager landed me here on this far-flung tropical island, where I'm expected to work on my issues in a rehab center for the elite. I'm not the only one here to curb their reckless behavior. My teammate, Theo Lewin, has been banished to the island with me. Now, we're supposed to learn how to work together. Otherwise, we risk being transferred to another team. There's one small problem. We've hated each other since the day we met. Forced to confront our issues with nowhere to escape, we're expected to not only spend our days together but our nights, too.