Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Commedia romantica

Jarett was our neighbors’ adopted son. Handsome, strong, and quiet, he was my protector and my friend. Now he’s back, and he’s still gorgeous. Tall, dark, and sexy. All man. But he’s a bad guy, moving with a dangerous crowd. So why do I keep winding up in his arms? On his lap. In his bed. I know better than this—I’m better than this. I should stop. Only my heart tells me there’s good inside Jarett. That I could save him. Then again, what happens to gullible girls who climb into bed with the big, bad wolf?

I never imagined I’d be a single dad, let alone traveling overseas for three months—my little girl and boy alongside me—to open my international agency. I needed a nanny. The fifteen I fired in the last few months weren’t meeting my demands nor expectations. Until her. Except it wasn’t that easy. Not only did I break her heart nine years ago, she was also my best friend—and client's—little sister.

He crushed my heart when he was just an awkward teenager. Now that he's a ruthless, intimidatingly gorgeous billionaire CEO, he's determined to crush my dreams as well. This is the biggest break of my career. Everyone is relying on me to make the perfect pitch for the project. But, when the man to decide my fate strolls into the conference room, I struggle to remember my own name, let alone the presentation I've been preparing for weeks. To say I crash and burn is an understatement.

When it comes to sexy oil baron Grant Kingsley, you can leave out the drilling jokes—I’ve heard them all before. The question is, how did I, mayor of a tiny island on the Forgotten Coast of Florida, end up working directly under him? And why does my mind go to the most inappropriate places every time I ask myself that question? And what would he look like without that custom-tailored wool suit and expression of insufferable arrogance? 

I've got 99 problems, but a fake marriage shouldn't be one of them. Hunter Burke Everyone knows my grandfather was a less-than-savoury human, but I didn't think he'd stick it to me in new ways after he died. I need a husband to claim my inheritance, and the sexy new lawyer in town volunteers to...

One cozy fall festival + one magical mishap = one grumpy werewolf who's now stuck with me… forever? When I whisper my three secret desires to the wishing well, I never expect my magic to kick in and screw up epically! With one coin toss, I'm bound to Rune, the hunky werewolf who makes wishes...

No rings. No vows. No 'til death do us part. As a top divorce attorney who's built her career—and her walls—on the belief that marriage doesn't last, Camila swears she'll never walk down the aisle. After years of watching relationships crumble, she's made it her personal mission to convince...

What happens when you make a pact with your boys to stay single and never fall in love? Well, you get the Playboy Pact. We were friends, she and I. Best friends. It was easy, simple, and comfortable; that was our dynamic. We had a system, an understanding, an unspoken arrangement. We were there...

An autistic veterinarian and an equally awkward NFL quarterback are forced to plan a charity gala together—proving that love, like life, is best when you stop masking and let the chaos purr. I was raised to be quiet, polite, and perfectly palatable. Instead, I grew up to be autistic...

The last thing she needs is another off-limits work romance. He's fine playing the friendly flirt... until he falls for real. Embarrassing breakups at work cost you promotions. Phoebe learned that the hard way. So when a patron's will names her as the director of a new museum in Serendipity...

When there's no escaping the plans life has for you… Beckett McCarthy's beloved Gran always taught him to find magic in mundane, everyday things. But since she died, he no longer feels any magic. In fact, he feels nothing at all. So, when he has an opportunity to spend a summer abroad in...

Music is my life. At least, it would be if my father's politics didn't dictate every minute of my day. When I sneak out to live my dream for the night, consequences follow. Papá's second, Eliel, challenges him for the throne, putting me at risk of being forcibly claimed by the devious, disgusting male.

When I sold a vintage typewriter, I never imagined its new owner would become my pen pal, best friend, and secret crush. We have two rules: no photos and no real names. Over the years, "Remington" and I have gone from typewritten notes to daily texts, but our rules stay the same. And so does my life. I'm a wannabe writer who can't complete a novel, and I've fallen for a guy who I've never met. So when I received a letter my Nanna wrote before she died encouraging me to embark on a summer of risks—my first on the list was to break all the rules.

Clover's Rules for Surviving Your Hot Roommate: Rule #1: Don't let the hot firefighter see you in your ratty PJs. Rule #2: Just because he's staying on your couch does NOT mean he belongs in your bed. Rule #3: Whatever you do, don't fall for your brother's best friend. It wasn't my idea to let Banks Priestly crash at my place. But when your brother guilt-trips you into housing his best friend after his apartment floods, what can you do? Now I've got six feet of tattooed firefighter invading my space, walking around shirtless, and somehow making the perfect cup of coffee every freaking morning.

She wasn't just an assistant—she was his greatest asset. Ansel Tyler has the perfect assistant—smart, dedicated, and secretly in love with him. But when jealous colleagues whisper in his ear, he makes a cruel mistake, deciding to let Neha Rao go once he secures his promotion. Neha never...

A fussy prig of a duke meets his match in a notorious widow. The Duke of Hartwood is a precise, exacting man. As head of the prestigious and well-respected Barnes family, he demands perfection. A Barnes must be above reproach and never mentioned in the gossip columns. When a distant cousin's...

Marry him…or end up broke. It was an obvious choice for me. Marry me…or lose an entire lifetime’s work. The choice was pretty obvious for him too. Never in a million years did I think that I’d be flying to Vegas. Not to get drunk. Not for a bachelorette party. But to get fake married to the man every woman on the planet wants. He’s hot, he’s smart, he’s everything except for my real husband.

Imagine you were at your best friend’s engagement party in Vegas. You were super excited because you were the maid of honor, and the best man was the hottest football player you’d ever seen. Even this guy’s position as tight end was appropriate for his, well...tight end. Anyway, there was something about his cocky attitude that ruffled your feathers and turned you on at the same time. Maybe it was the way he challenged you or because women seemed to flock to the gorgeous man. But according to him, he only had eyes for you. 

It started with a lie. A night of blurred lines between a teacher and a student. I wasn’t her student, yet it was the single most defining night of my life. I’ve never been the man she thinks I am. Most people have no idea about the life I’ve lived or the words that ring true when it comes to me—still waters run deep. But you’d be hard-pressed to find a coed on the TGU campus who knows otherwise…because I’ve never corrected them. The clock is ticking down, it’s Fourth and Inches with the ball inside the one-yard line and the focus is on me, The Guy on the Left. 

What happens when you make a pact with your boys to stay single and never fall in love? Well, you get the Playboy Pact. I was the playmaker. The one with the best moves, the best lines. I was the best at everything—and I mean, everything. There was no woman immune to my charm. To my looks. To...