Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Commedia romantica

I'm confident. A little grumpy. I'm never afraid to speak my mind. I've got curves for days, and hair the color of a summer sky. All that tends to leave an impression. So when he shows up two years after ghosting me, acting like we've never met, I'm more thrown than I care to admit.

"I'm pregnant." That's what my teammate's sister-in-law told me after our one-night stand. I didn't expect to see Hollis again, let alone end up raising a child with her. We set some ground rules—we'll raise the baby together, but that's it. No relationship, no future, and definitely no kissing. But the more time we spend together, the harder it is to keep track of where the lines were once drawn. I'm known for my one-timer on and off the ice, but this game with Hollis just got a lot more complicated...

What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there. I would know. I'm coming home with a brand-new ring on my finger. My wife: Ryan Bell. We're polar opposites. She's sunshine and happiness. I'm grumpy and scarred—literally. We could get it annulled and no one would be the wiser. Only problem? We posted about it online, and it's already making headlines. I can't afford to get that kind of attention and tank my career, and Ryan needs my help too. We make a plan: stay married for one year, play our roles, and divorce amicably at the end. No harm, no foul.

My contract is up with the Carolina Comets this year, and I need to get it together if I want to stay with the team. I need relaxation, not a relationship. But when I’m scrolling on a dating app and stumble across the pretty girl who almost ran me over, I know I can’t let her walk away this time. Harper is funny, smart, and doesn’t care about hockey. I’m not supposed to be focusing on anything other than my career, yet I can’t get Harper off my mind. I know I shouldn’t fall for her…but I think I already have.

Sutton Barnes thinks he’s prince charming, but he’s really the prince of hell. He’s egotistical. A user. A complete douchecanoe. And unfortunately now my coworker. Did I mention he’s also my new roommate? It’s all because I can’t turn down a challenge. I never have, and I won’t start now. When Sutton bets me I can’t live in the same apartment as him and resist the “temptation”...well, game on. He’ll be the first to cave. There is no way I’m falling for his charm...not again.

Issy Grey is a control freak. There’s no problem she can’t solve. Issy’s also a successful self-help author, presenter, and life coach. She has every answer, every time you ask for it. That is, until her BFF butts into her life and signs her up for a sexual-fantasy-fulfillment game she never asked to play! Now she can’t turn it off! She can’t quit because Jordan Wells refuses to admit she’s even a player! And she can’t get rid of the man assigned to pleasure her with panic because he’s her new bodyguard!

Dean Evans is the worst. Not only does the devil in disguise steal my pie on a regular basis, he also lives in the apartment right. Next. Door. I see him all the time. At the mailboxes. In the elevator. Every single morning. It's exhausting because he's exhausting. Now, after setting his apartment on fire, he's my roommate, and he's the worst at that, too. I don't know what possessed me to let him stay with me. Pity, perhaps? I do know that I won't be falling for his charm.

Nolan Brooks is off-limits. Sure, he's insanely attractive and funny, and I might have almost gone home with him one night to relieve a little stress. Big deal. It was all just a momentary lapse in judgment...just like the kiss we shared. He's my temporary roommate while I wait for my new apartment to be ready. That's it. He's doesn't do relationships, and he doesn't do attachments. So what if I have a crush on him? We'll only be there for two months. Surely I can survive that long.

Clara Savoie is so confused. She is absolutely positive that Henry Blackwater is practically in love with her. But for some strange reason, he won’t even ask her on a single date. Time to take matters into her own hands. When Clara shows up on his doorstep with an unusual invitation, tempting cupcakes, and naughty innuendo, Henry has no choice but to say yes. Now he’s the newest member of the High Tea Romance Book Club. While Clara learns the haunting secrets of her broody grim, Henry shows her what commitment from a necromancer truly means.

Wendy's first visit to a supposedly gourmet restaurant in the sleepy little town of Fairhaven Falls did not go well—especially her interaction with the arrogant and annoyingly attractive restaurant owner—and she didn't hesitate to tell her readers all about it. She has no intention of returning, but she never could resist a challenge.

Life was simple until Evan, my rock-solid childhood best friend turned dreamy doctor, dropped a bombshell. He wants to cash in on the marriage pact we made as teenagers. Evan's always been there for me, but when he suggests we take our friendship to the next level, I freeze. I can't risk our bond for something more…

It started innocently enough with a harmless inquiry about a cute guy at a coffee shop. The goal was to get back into the romance game. The search turned into a social media frenzy. #DesperatelySeekingDane was not available. Talk about a buzzkill. Just when I thought things couldn't become more dramatic, a TV production company reached out to me as a last-minute contestant in a dating contest because of my five minutes of online fame. It was an instant yes because one of the three bachelors was a major movie star and my lifelong crush.

My whole life, I've come out on top. One of the finest players ever to grace the NHL? Check. Most prolific playboy with an enviable reputation between the sheets? Check. Award for the cockiest athlete in America? Also, check, and well deserved I'd say. So why does my life feel anything but the perfect image I project? And why won't the one woman who came crashing into my life and knocked me on my six-foot-four ass take me seriously?

There are two things you need to know about me. First, I am not cool. No, no, don't let my tuxedo shirt and anklet socks fool you. I'm twenty-six-year-old-virgin not cool. I'm carry-my cat-around-in-a-special-backpack not cool. Second, I'm cursed. Every Piedmont woman is. We are doomed to fall in love with men who will break our hearts. So, I'm never going to fall in love. But I wouldn't mind a little flirting. To do it, I need someone to teach me how.

Almost everyone in Calico Cove knows how I feel about Mari…well, except for Mari. Truth is, I've had a serious crush on her since high school, but I've been friend-zoned. Only now, her jerk face ex-boyfriend is back in town filming a Christmas movie, and she needs me to be her fake fiancé to prove she's moved on with her life. What do I want in exchange? Real Christmas dates. Hot chocolate, sledding, cookie baking, all of it. Oh, and did I mention the kisses? Yeah, there will be nothing fake about those.

Every time I’ve worn my favorite black dress, something good has happened. I’ve talked my way out of speeding tickets—and into a date with the cute cop—and I’ve found money on the ground, won cool prizes on the Las Vegas strip, and even got a cushy job with an even cushier paycheck. It’s my lucky dress, and in it, I can’t lose...until I did. Thanks to an enthusiastic bidder at an art auction, the dress failed me when I needed it most.

After the makeover of the century, I walk onstage in too-high heels… and trip in front of thousands of people! I'm saved from becoming a face-plant meme by Brokk, who catches me in a romantic dip that makes my tummy flutter. Which it so totally shouldn't. Because Brokk's not just the hunky model on my book covers. He also lives 24/7 in an orc costume with tusks and green skin. I might write monster romance and wish I had an orc of my own, but monsters aren't real! How can I take this guy seriously?

When witchy candle-maker Clover Bishop agrees to help create a line of enchanted scents for Rook Katz's luxury spa, she expects a business deal—not a smoldering attraction that threatens to burn right through her carefully guarded heart. Clover isn't ready to throw herself into fate's hands, but resisting a possessive, swoon-worthy tiger shifter who looks at her like she's his forever? That's a whole different kind of magic.

I've spent my life battling to manage my parents' impossible expectations and trying to catch the eye of Brian Single, a man whose head only turns for mail. Bemoaning my humanity shouldn't really be at the top of my priorities after I've just moved out of my parents' house and in with the mailman himself, but—haha—it is.

After a disastrous relationship, my heart is closed to men—especially smoldering hot hockey players. Only problem? James Adler, star player of the New York Raptors, hasn't received the memo. He flirts with me like it's a full-time job, but I'm not about to fall for his charm—no matter how many abs he sports.