Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Commedia romantica

Hudson Jolly is, ironically, the biggest Scrooge in Merryville, but I'm not intimidated. He warns me to stay away from him. However, I'm convinced he's playing reindeer games. When I learn he's searching for a nanny, I offer to help. Out of desperation, he hires me. That's his first mistake. The attraction is undeniable, and after too much spiked eggnog, lines are quickly crossed. I jingle his bells, and Hudson becomes my ho ho ho, but—because there's always a but with broody men like him—only for the season.

Nathan Sanders didn't earn his reputation as the grouchiest player on the Appies hockey team by chance. So when Summer Callahan breezes into his life with her flirtatious smiles and endless charm, he responds like he always does: he completely ignores her. Summer is intrigued by the surly defenseman, so when a viral social media post requires her to step in and fake it as Nathan's girlfriend, she jumps at the chance. She's convinced the ones with the hardest shells are often the softest underneath, and she's determined to prove it.

Theodore is ready to take over the company his father left for him. He's spent his entire life working towards the moment he becomes president, every waking moment dedicated to that goal. Unfortunately, his family man boss isn't too keen on his strictly single ways and worries if he gets this job, he'll never start a family. That's when he lies and tells his boss he has a fiancé. Now, he not only has to prove he deserves the job, despite his rival doing everything he can to sabotage him, but he has to find himself a fiancé—and fast.

A chance meeting. A hunky hockey player. A fake romance. Hardly an ordinary day in the life of Poppy Hart. My days usually consist of agonizing over my failing restaurant, worrying about my mountain of debt, and nursing my broken heart. Everything changes when I bump into a man in the coffee shop and claim him as my new boyfriend. To my absolute horror, he turns out to be hockey's most renowned bad boy, Dallas Burke. To my absolute delight, he goes along with my story.

Unreliable, irresponsible, unpredictable, unaccountable—Yaz knows how her family views her. She was never like them, though. Never academic enough, never serious enough, never really good enough. He was different. Heath was the one who stuck up for Yaz when she was a child. As her brother's best friend and ten years older, he had been her hero—always defending her to her family, always seeing the best in her—he made her feel worthy of approval.

I should have fired Eliza Jenkins the night she overstepped her qualifications in a high-profile client meeting. Or the time she called me stuffy, uptight, and grumpy to my face. But it's her luscious mouth, her chocolate eyes, and her voluptuous curves that really drive me crazy. So I send her packing, pink slip in hand. My company is better off without the mouthy firecracker anyway. At least, that's what I've been trying to believe. Except now, a multi-million dollar deal is on the line, and she's the only one who can help me save it. I've got a new assignment for Ms. Sassy. Be my fake wife.

Never tell a lie. Especially not to a cocky CEO who knows exactly how to seduce you. They always come back to bite. I should have remembered that before I spent the night with Liam Salinger. In my defense, he’s stupidly attractive and knows it. He also willingly admitted to me that he never sleeps with the same woman twice. So I shouldn’t feel too bad about lying to him the next morning. We can forget about each other and get on with our lives, right? Wrong.

I thought I was over her, right until she walked back into my life. My head knows she and I will end in disaster, yet my heart can't deny her. Maybe I can convince Emilia to make me her dirty little secret...

One blizzard. One cabin. One uninvited hockey player. Ho, ho, humbug. Normally, I love Christmas. The lights, the snow, the cozy traditions. Then my parents divorced. Intent to avoid awkward holiday drama, I head to our family's secluded cabin for a nice, relaxing week alone. At least that's the plan until Ryder Hanson shows up uninvited and dressed like a serial killer.

My dating life is a disaster. Getting stood up at a bar was far from how I envisioned my night. But when the brooding yet incredibly hot bartender, Mark, keeps pouring me drink after drink, things take an unexpected turn. After a drunken dance and a broken glass, I find myself asking him to become my dating coach.

This is a light, fun, and high-burn romance with a flirty hero who's hellbent on making her fall in love with him and a stubborn heroine who is scared of commitment, set during the holidays. There's forced proximity, boy-obsessed banter, romantic dates, and swoony romance.

My newest therapy client is the definition of a DILF. His distractingly handsome face is all to blame for my mess-up. If that wasn't bad enough, now I'm practically stalking the murderous golden retriever. Can he even hear me arguing for pottery classes over the electric carver? Oh, it's a bone saw? My mistake.

He's off-limits, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to string him up like tinsel on a Christmas tree and have my merry way with him! This Christmas, I'm heading home for some quality family time. The only hitch? York Steele, the heartthrob center for the Colorado Blizzard hockey team, will be there too. My dad's been the Blizzard's coach for as long as I can remember, and York is his prized player. So, I'll be spending the holidays sipping peppermint mochas and trying not to imagine York as my very own gift under the tree.

As the head elf at Santa's Christmasland, I never expected to be butting heads with the new executive—or going on a date with him. But when he asked me to go home with him for Christmas, I surprised myself by saying yes. Oh, and he's from the North Pole. And apparently, I'm an elf.

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.

Running the bakery with my sister is my life—early mornings, endless dough, and just enough sugar to keep me sane. I don't have time for distractions. But when I accidentally text a stranger, everything changes. He's not just mysterious—he's sharp-tongued, wickedly charming, and far too good at making me forget common sense. What starts as playful banter turns into something more…something that stirs my Omega instincts in ways I don't understand.

Here's the thing about dating dragons: don't. Especially if you're me. My first dragon boyfriend, Zed? Gorgeous, charming... and responsible for the worst night of my teenage life. The ones who came after? All ghosted me when they found their fated mates. I learned my lesson: No more dragons. It never ends well. Fast-forward fifteen years, and guess who strolls back into my life? Zed—older, hotter, and still single. He only wants one date, but he's overdue to find his mate. I should walk away before he disappears a second time.

I know that I should just tell my ex to F-off when he announces to our entire hometown that he intends to get me back. But then I'm given the option to make him miserable instead. Yeah, I definitely go with door number two. Even though it means fake dating my arch-nemesis.

Eren is hiding a lot of secrets from his loving, rambunctious family of polar bear shifters... especially the truth of what happened to him and his bear during the years he was gone from Westerly Cove, and where exactly he goes on his secret supply runs to a hidden island. The last thing he needs is a gorgeous stowaway turning up on his fishing boat. Even if she's his fated mate... and he's gone the minute he looks into her eyes.

My new neighbor, Waylon Stryker, is Jepsen's most eligible bachelor—gorgeous, built, and kindhearted. I stick out like an LA-shaped thumb in this small town after inheriting a dilapidated house and a tiny dog. But when I need my ex to back off and he needs his family to stop pressuring him to settle down, Waylon comes up with the perfect solution—a fake relationship. It would have been perfectly transactional if I hadn't drunkenly told him about my spicy bucket list. I prayed he'd forget about it. Instead, he vows to help me check off each task.