Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Commedia romantica

He's handsome and broody—the kind of quiet that makes you wonder what's going on under the surface. I'm the new rookie at the station—and the only woman firefighter in the history of Waterford Fire. Translation: every move I make is being measured, and quietly evaluated. No pressure. Not to...

Eight years ago, Cole Rivers rescued me on a mountain— then he broke my heart. Now a blizzard has me stranded in Aspen Springs again. And I'm snowed in with him and his very slappable face. Three brothers. One cabin. And me—the girl who swore she'd never come back. Cole's a single dad with...

Falling for the runaway bride is the last thing I need right now. And I definitely shouldn't offer her a job and a place to live. But somehow, that's precisely what I do. Once upon a time, I thought I had it all figured out. Until my life as I knew it turned on its head. Now I stick to what I...

When your ex cheats, you don't cry—you get even. Like accidentally sleeping with his silver fox, older brother. And showing up to the wedding. On. His. Arm. My ex cheated right before our vacation, so I took the flight alone. And ended up in the first-class suite of a ridiculously hot, older...

Never let your man keep you from finding the love of your life... Always a sucker for love, Mona has been chasing an impossible high for most of her adult life. She finally thinks she's found the one in her boyfriend Malik, a handsome, successful real estate agent who checks off every box on her...

Three years ago, I decided to have my first one-night stand. The plan was simple: research how to do it and meet a man at the bar before nerves playing with my guts got the best of me. I wanted to ring in the new year between a stranger's legs. Someone with good hygiene and exceptional tensile...

I'm pretending to be his stable girlfriend while he plays my successful boyfriend. But now faking feels a lot like falling. Bailey I'm a walking contradiction—professional on the job, a hot mess at home, and working my "I've got this" smile until my cheeks ache while hiding my hobbies: making...

I've believed in fairytales and happy endings my whole life. This feels like the end of my love story. But it's impossible to ride off into the sunset with Jacob when there's still the mystery of the kiss thief looming over me. Is my kiss thief Jacob Miller? Axel Stevens? Someone from the...

Nothing says I love you like cookies and a little light stalking. Elsie You can take a girl out of a small town, but you can't really take the small town out of a girl, because I'm a fish out of water in Chicago. My best friend is convinced my hot cop neighbor is in the mafia. I'm convinced he...

My ex-fiancé is marrying my evil stepsister… My plan for sweet revenge? Begging three hot hockey players to be my pucking wedding dates. It's perfect. Except for one tiny problem. Did I mention… they're my BFFs? Even worse, I broke rule number one—never sleep with your best friend... When...

After moving to the small-town of Canyon Creek with nothing to her name but an ancient car off of craigslist, and a teaching position at the local middle school, Ivy Bennett quickly learned to love two things. The two best friends she's made—her eighty-year-old landlord and a more...

He called me his "mystery girl" on stream. Live. In front of thousands of viewers. The wildest part? I didn't even know who he was. I was at my usual gaming café, grinding ranked matches in a popular MOBA game called NLA. But instead of celebrating my latest win, I was fuming. One of my teammates had spent the entire game spewing sexist insults at me, even though I carried the match and we won despite him.

Patrick is my friend. My best friend. He’s every good girl’s dream come true. Funny, sweet and holy-hell hot. Perfect. So what’s the problem? I’m far from perfect and I’m no one’s idea of a good girl. I know that, but I’ve wanted Patrick ever since the first night we met. Ever since I kissed him and…well, did decidedly ungood-girl things to him in the front seat of his car. The same night he gently but firmly shut me down completely with a it was nice to meet you, Cari.

I looked my enemy in the eye without knowing who he really was…and it didn’t take me long to fall head over heels for the irresistible “stranger” in front of me. But it also didn’t take long for reality to hit me. Grant made my father’s life a living hell, and now he continues to do the same to me after his death. Yes, Grant plans on taking down all that my family owns. Believe me when I tell you that I would never let that happen. Even if it costs me my life. Even if it costs me my heart.

Jazzy Simon used to be a pro at reading people. That is until she met Finn Walker, the broody musical genius behind the country’s hottest rock stars. As media correspondent for a new rock and roll documentary, Jazzy is there to get the paycheck her family desperately needs. For an added bonus payment, she'll expose a little scandal on the side. But as she spends more time with the guarded single dad whose dedication to his daughter lights her heart on fire, Jazzy’s ability to read people goes out the window.

Whoever invented joint bachelor parties never planned one with their ex. I should’ve known I couldn’t avoid seeing Hudson Remington again for the rest of my life, especially when we share best friends who are getting married. Does that mean I’m prepared to run into him? Nope. Not one bit. I am less prepared when my best friend requests he and I plan a joint bachelor party. Of course I’d be stuck with the man who broke my heart. Why would the universe stop at a simple encounter?

Poppy Weston had been burned enough times by undeserving men to know her heart was best left under lock and key. She was content with her life, even with the lack of romance. Then Jase Hyland walked into Redbud Inn and offered her something she couldn't refuse. In return, all she had to do was marry him. Jase had seen firsthand the kind of damage relationships caused, and he wanted nothing to do with it. He'd been taught from a young age that the only things that should matter to a man were wealth and power. 

My ex’s best friend just paid a million dollars for a date with me. I’ve known Beckett Pearce for two years. I’ve disliked him for just as long. He’s been voted New York’s most eligible bachelor twice. And it’s not just his billions they want him for. He’s an eleven in a ten world, but I can’t imagine anything worse than dating him. He may have money, power, and good looks, but he’s also arrogant and infuriating. Yet here I am. On a million-dollar date with my ex’s best friend.

Guys like Tucker Moore don't date girls like me. His boring ol' washboard abs look like they were sculpted by the gods, and I have more curves than a backroad in a country song. He can charm the panties off anyone, but I am better off hiding behind my camera lens. He's my next-door neighbor and the definition of a bad idea. I have no business thinking about him, and I should have pushed him out of my dreams the moment he showed up.

I thought I was living the dream—until the fateful day I found my boyfriend in bed with my boss. As a professional copywriter, it was the tired cliche that hurt me the most. What’s a big city girl to do but pack my bags and go solo on that Grecian cruise I’d booked with my ex? Who needs a man when you have tropical breezes, stunning vistas, and free cocktails with frilly umbrellas? But thanks to a freak storm, I find myself washed ashore on a mysterious Greek Isle inhabited by 12 hotties determined to help me in any way they can.