Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Commedia romantica

She wasn't supposed to be the princess I wasn't looking for. When my father "died" five years ago, I took over the "family business". But when I say business, I really mean secret society. Or cult. Or militia. Hell, let's keep it simple and call it the mob. It's just not that mob. It's much darker, much dirtier, and much more dangerous than any old everyday mob. And I was perfectly fine with my role in life for a long time. But now my brothers are involved, and I need to get them out. Enter Megan Machette.

I don’t trust men. My ex cheated on me with my cousin. In our bed. And Kaden, my boyfriend, well, I think he cheated on me, too. Confidence is a fragile thing, and mine is already shattered. So I flew back to Chicago, putting distance between us before Kaden could hurt me more. I’ve sworn off men for good, focusing on my work and waiting for the pain to fade. I’m over Kaden. Really, I swear. I don’t love him anymore. It’s over. Only a miracle could throw us back together at this point.

Lonnie Derringer is a filthy-mouthed, dirty-talking, long-distance fling. (That's been going on for two years.) I know, I know. That's not a fling. This might be getting serious. I look forward to our quickie lunch dates and the way he whispers in my ear every night from 2,000 miles away. He's the best boyfriend I never had. Until I find out his name isn't Lonnie, it's Alonzo. Until I find out he's not some boring accountant with a dead-end job, he's a six-foot-four, yoked-out, tatted-up fisherman who never wears a shirt!

I’m just a simple girl who likes dessert. And sexy men. And social media. So starting an anonymous video channel called The Sexpert as a side hustle to make up for my low-paying marketing job at Le Man Magazine seemed like a perfectly sensible career decision. Until we went viral, my boss accused my anonymous personality of stealing his idea, and now my super sexy new boyfriend, Andrew, is out to get me. Her. Me. Whatever.

When my boss brings me back to his hometown in the Pocono Mountains at Christmastime to help him run the business remotely while he looks after his sick grandfather, I'm pretty sure I can keep it together. But the mountains bring out another side of my boss—a side with a manly appetite, a side that chops wood in tight jeans and a flannel shirt, a side that howls at the moon just to make me laugh… And when the rugged widower asks me to wear his ring, I'm basically swooning, even though it's only a pretend engagement. It's only when his daughter shows up that I know I'm in real trouble.

Ever heard of impostor syndrome? Well, if you look it up in the dictionary, you'll find my picture beside the definition. I've been living in my older brother's shadow since the day I was born. Anyone would struggle to live up to the legacy of the great Jaxon Slate, hockey superstar and face of the league. But it's worse for me. Everyone expects me to be Jaxon 2.0, and I'm nothing more than an off-brand imitation. When I'm out and about, people see me and glance over my shoulder, hoping he's with me. Until her.

Sable wasn't planning to return to the small town she grew up in, but now that she's back, the men she thought she left in her past all want a second chance. Colter was her first kiss, and the only alpha to ever reject her. Rhian, the small town omega prince charming that she could never call hers. And Taron, the bad boy alpha that showed her how to feel alive and vowed to be better, just for a chance to be hers. But that was six years ago. Surely they haven't waited for her all this time?

My friend was abducted by a werewolf, so I went looking for her—and ended up mated to one too. Because this isn't the first time I've been trapped in a mate bond with some guy I don't know. But this guy is different. He's shy. Sweet, too. I find myself having fun teasing him. And talking to him. And just hanging out with him. Fate made him my second chance, and honestly? I think it might actually be right this time.

When I move back to my ex's small town, I want to avoid him at all costs. JD didn't just break my heart ten years ago. He ran it over, then backed over it again. So naturally, I end up as his physical therapist. And to rub salt in the wound, he finds out I'm living out of my car and demands I move into his spare room. Yeah, he's as bossy as ever. He still acts like he's allergic to laughter. But he also pampers me after a long night out, remembers my favorite lunch...and insists on making it for me when I forget to eat.

I'd always been the black sheep of the O'Shea family, living life unfazed and unbothered. Then one day, a girl walked into a bar, we clicked, and lived happily ever after... Wait. Let's rewind. One day, Rosie Woods, the town's resident pocket rocket, walked into my family's bar and turned my world upside down. Then she disappeared, and I went back to my military unit... Three years later, she struts her sweet ass back into town, and our spark is even more explosive. We reconnect over shared memories and heated attraction, but it doesn't take long for life to start flinging curveballs.

Getting locked in an escape room with three sexy Alphas as Lila goes into heat wasn't on her new single life to-do list, but who is she to tell the universe no? Lila was thinking more along the lines of solo adventures, and trying things she's never been brave enough to do before, not scent-marking the Alpha she crushed on in college in the bathroom of her ex's apartment as he helps her loosen up. She's an Omega that's sick of denying her instincts. They're Alphas that want an Omega to cherish.

Half-elf Primrose Windsong is a walking ray of sunshine who's never met a celebration she couldn't make sparkle. As Moonshine Hollow's most beloved party planner, she specializes in turning ordinary events into magical memories. When the village elders hire her to plan the library's 111th birthday bash, she's ready to pull out all the stops: enchanted cupcakes, ethereal decorations, and flower-scented fireworks that'll light up the night. There's just one massive problem. The library's grumpy gargoyle guardian is having none of it.

Planning a dragon wedding is hard enough. Add a stolen tiara, a brewing scandal, and one scowling werewolf with eyes like wildfire and a permanent stick up his tail, and suddenly I'm wondering if I should've stayed in bed. Sheriff Adrian Wolfsbane is stern, broody, and impossible to work with. He's handling security for the dragon wedding of the century, so when the bride's priceless tiara vanishes, and things start catching fire, of course, he takes charge of the investigation.

I was born into blood and chaos. It raged inside of me, bleeding on everything around me after my parents' death. The Marino family took me in as a young boy. They were a powerful family that tried to save me, but I was too far gone—until Cosima came along. Even as a young boy, I knew she was different. I gave her my heart when we were kids, and it has always belonged to her, the girl who could cool the monster inside of me that was always fighting to get out. As we grew older, the feelings I had for her changed. They became deeper and more obsessive.

Current life goals: get through these 50-hour work weeks while maintaining my sanity, avoid relationships with Dominants who can't accept me for who I am, strengthen my relationship with my older brother, and survive a year of living with my brother and his best friend, who are moving back to Chicago to start a business. So far, so good. My new bartending job at Club Caliber is going well, Liam has been texting me about how excited he is to move into our new place and spend more time with me, and I even hit it off with a man at my last bartending shift who might actually be my perfect match.

After my ex dumps me in front of the whole town, my matchmaking business is skating on thin ice. To save it, I rope in my far-too-single best friend, Asher. Finding him a match should be easy. He's six-foot-three of pure trouble, with eight-pack abs sharper than all my matchmaking skills. And it really shouldn't bother me. Oh, except he was my first crush. But he made it clear I'm just friend material. We even made a pact: no dating each other. Ever. Except Asher's dates keep going down in flames, and those broad shoulders keep shielding me from my ex.

After escaping the castle of a warlock, who intended to use me as a magical breeding vessel, I thought my problems were finally over. That is, until gravity betrayed me and dropped me straight into the massive arms of Rudgar, an orc warrior who took one look at me and decided fate had finally delivered him his mate. Now I'm stuck with an overprotective giant who growls at anything that dares to breathe in my direction.

Darcy, Darcy, Darcy. The name I should have wiped from my mind nearly two years ago. Her brother, and my assistant captain, has repeatedly warned her she's off-limits to a guy like me—a playboy bound to bed her one night and break her heart the next morning—an opinion shared by her stepdad, who also happens to be my coach. I can see why they don't want their goalie anywhere near her. My reputation with women isn't exactly unblemished.

My best friend's brother is a big, grumpy jerk. Now that Roman's sister—and my very favorite person on earth—is getting married, I'm being thrown into wedding planning with the fun-hating grouch. As if I don't see him enough at work, where he's my boss, or at home, where he's my landlord and roommate. I can't escape him, and, for some reason, he doesn't seem to want to escape me. It's almost as if under that prickly exterior, he actually likes our grumpy-sunshine dynamic. Wild. Can't relate. He's salty, I'm sweet, and this wedding? It's going to be perfect.

Whoever said "keep your enemies close" never had to share a small, dark sound booth with her. Daria Stone is the infuriating host of "Choosing Yourself." The name is almost as ridiculous as the concept. Permanently single? Please. The woman's made a career out of rejecting everything I stand for.