Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Commedia romantica

Owning the River City Renegades was supposed to be a dream—power suits, big wins, nothing but control. Instead, I'm juggling PR disasters, an opinionated board, and a very public reminder that I'm single. The last thing I need is our team captain, Campbell Stockton, making my pulse skip like a puck on bad ice. He's charming, infuriating, and completely off-limits. I built my empire on keeping business and pleasure in separate zones—so why does one look from him make me want to break every rule?

My friends have convinced me: no more hockey players. With a dad who is the Head Coach for the Minnesota Sleet, it seemed like an easy decision. My friends have also convinced me that the best way to boost my fragile self-esteem is through a one-night stand. A dating app. A hotel bar. A sexy-as-hell man who’s sweet, and funny...and did I mention sexy-as-hell?

I'm starting to think I've been doing this for too long. The screaming fans. The constant media attention. The fat paychecks. None of it brings me the happiness I yearn for. Yet here I am. Another year. Another holiday special. Another Christmas spent alone in a hotel room. But then the lights go up. And I see her.

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 widow decides to scandalize London by courting disaster and tainting the Barnes name, Hartwood is summoned by his family. Do something, anything, about Mrs. Celia Barnes.

What's better than attending your ex's wedding? A camping trip in the woods, complete with bugs, critters, and sharing a tent with the hottest—and most infuriating—man alive. It's basically a full itinerary of terrible decisions…

Cèsar Nadal is the best private investigator in the business. So when he's outsourced to find dirt on a competing company's executive to keep her from outbidding his client, he isn't surprised. But this time is a little different. Because when he takes one look at the woman he's meant to ruin, he's smitten. Deirdre Klarke prides herself on her integrity…despite running a sector of the family business whose very foundation is littered with dead bodies. The Klarke family name carries more weight than Deirdre cares to wear anymore. But she's determined to make a name for herself in Austin.

Yay, I'm engaged… to the biggest jerk in Hollywood. If Finn Lockhart ever wrote an AITA post, the answer would be a unanimous yes. Why am I engaged to someone I can't stand? Funny story. I work for Finn, the costume designer on his latest movie. One day on set, I dropped a box of cufflinks. Finn kneeled down to help. The paparazzi snapped a photo. Voilà—engagement. The fake news goes viral. Suddenly, Hollywood's most notorious (and hottest) bachelor is off the market. And his PR team? Obsessed.

Carly Catterson has one rule: never date a coworker again. After her last office romance ended in humiliation—complete with a public breakup and a change in careers—Carly swore off love in the workplace. And especially love with Nate Farnsworth, the infuriatingly charming office rival at her new job. But when Nate needs a fake girlfriend to fool his parents, and Carly needs a way to make her ex squirm, a mutually beneficial arrangement is born. The plan is simple: fake smiles, staged hand-holding, and absolutely no real feelings involved.

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 for each other through thick and thin. We had an unbreakable bond. Nobody understood our friendship. Because a guy and a girl couldn’t just be best friends without emotions getting involved, right? Without noticing, everything shifted, and I was experiencing all these new feelings....

Cash is a gorgeous, chaotic bi guy with a reputation for getting around. And me? I'm the antisocial grump, closed off and lonely. We should be like oil and water. They say opposites attract, but when you're graysexual, that equation doesn't balance out. Or does it?

Scarlett Fernsby holds the world record for shortest relationships. Mostly thanks to overprotective parents and an interfering brother, every attempt at dating has been a disaster. When her whole family is out of town for six glorious months, she knows it's time to find love. What she didn't count on was Wade Hendrix. Her older brother's best friend. He's even worse than her brother. He's soon crashing every date of hers, and Scarlett's beginning to wonder if he's made it his life's mission to annoy her. Wade is a firefighter with a hero complex; she doesn't want to be his pity problem.

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.

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.

All Penny Clark wants is one last night of fun before stepping into her new role as owner of her father's pro hockey team. No names, no strings—just one perfect distraction. But her mystery man turns out to be none other than Jack "The Saint" West—her star player.

Mick Bottom has mastered the art of doing absolutely nothing in sun-soaked Reef Harbor. His days consist of betting on lizard races, sampling the local nightlife (from inside a jail cell), and dodging cocktails—literally—courtesy of the women he beds and forgets. Life is a beach, right? When Isabella (Belle) Volnay, a high-powered pharma exec and professional overachiever, walks into Reef Harbor in her sexy heels and zero tolerance for slackers, sparks fly—and clothes come off—on the sand.

When Elara flees corporate life to open a coffee shop in the small southern town of Fairhaven Falls, the last thing she is looking for is a relationship. But when she meets Grondar, the gruff orc owner of the bakery next door, sparks fly. Literally. Grondar has been burned by human females before. He has no intention of letting the feisty little female next door get under his skin—no matter how attractive he finds her. And it certainly doesn't mean he's going to let her get away with sabotaging his business.

Layla Jackson isn't looking for marriage or her own happily ever after. At least, not at this point in her life. And especially not with notorious playboy and single dad, Seth Wakowski. He may be a baller on the court, but off—he's immature and the total opposite of the kind of guy she would ever want to be involved with.

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 just announced my engagement to a hot billionaire. Yes, you read that right. A billionaire. My family is ecstatic and already celebrating. Only they don't know the truth. My engagement is faker than my Chanel handbag. My fake fiancé, Jackson Pruitt, is paying me to pretend to be in love with him so he can inherit his family's company. How cliché! My parents are planning free trips to Fiji. I'm counting down the days to end this thing. They don't know he's the same man I had a one-night stand with. Or the man who was super annoyed when Lenny at the bodega gave me his number.

Hi, my name is Fisher, and I'm hooked on my dad's rival. I've been in love with Hudson Nash for years, but he's too stubborn to admit he wants me, too. For a whole bunch of stupid reasons. Like the fact that I'm too young. (What's a twenty-year gap? Age is just a number, am I right?) And a virgin. (Which he could easily fix!) And maybe not the best choice, given he and my dad hate each other. (It's not that ba—Okay, it is that bad, but our love could totally rise above, right? It would be epic!)