Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Commedia romantica

My trip to Mexico for my cousin's wedding was only supposed to be a few days of obligation and oceanside. I wasn't expecting Luke. Wasn't expecting the hot hockey player, with the smirks and the tattoos, who kept bumping into me. And I certainly wasn't expecting to spend a night on the beach, under the stars, underneath him. It was magical, but I thought it would end there. Instead, we exchanged numbers and stayed in touch. So when Luke invited me to watch him play in Vegas, I went. And it was great. Until we woke up the next morning and found the wedding certificate in my pocket.

Let's get this straight—I hate Tate Blingwood. Our one-night stand was supposed to be just that, but now I've got a precious daughter to raise on my own. To make matters worse, he's everywhere, and I'm not just talking about my fantasies. Tate's career has hit the skids and he's on all the news stations and social media sites. Making revenge memes was just supposed to be a little fun to keep me sane and keep his enormous ego in check. I didn't expect it to bite me on the ass when he ended up seeking refuge at the resort I live and work in.

He should be excited about their win streak, but he's distracted by his best friend, Lacey Daniels, sitting in the stands at his game with a date. When Lacey's date refuses to kiss her on the kiss cam, she's mortified…until Shawn saves the day, jumping in to kiss her in front of seventy thousand screaming fans.

My name is Lux Weston, and I’m a matter of national security... apparently. All I did was meet a beautiful girl in a bookstore and then rescue her. Once… twice… and maybe a third time—from a creeper. The problem? The creeper turned out to be Secret Service, and the girl… well, she’s Radley Andrews—the President’s only daughter. It has disaster written all over it. I should stay away. She’s a student, I’m a Major League Baseball player. She’s trying to hide from the spotlight, I’m standing underneath it. Not to mention I’ve never had a relationship, and Radley has her own demons to battle.

When I uncovered my fiancé's dirty little secret, I fled, leaving him standing at the altar like a sad little penguin. As a desperate bride on the run, I'm forced to take the job no one in their right mind wants: assistant to the ego-inflated billionaire owner of a luxurious resort. Logan Blingwood—his name alone sends shivers down the spines of his employees. He's infuriatingly arrogant, and glaring at me is his new favorite pastime. But beneath his grumpy façade and rock-solid chest, there's a flicker of vulnerability and a (nearly indiscernible) thump of a beating heart.

Falling flat on my back in a sweaty locker room isn't how I planned to introduce myself to my grandpa's hockey team. Especially when I'm there to turn the business around financially—something nobody else in the stadium seems to want. That's how I first meet Eli Salinger, the team's aggravatingly smooth player-turned-coach. From the moment I introduce myself to him, he makes it clear he doesn't want me there. It doesn't take a genius to work out why. Eli's only interested in one thing—turning the team into a winning side, no matter what it takes.

Fenella Carrington knows how to get attention. But after her latest scandal—with yet another unsuitable boyfriend—threatens to break the internet, Fenella is told to consciously uncouple from her celebrity lifestyle because she'll never be taken seriously if her antics keep making headlines. When Fenella is offered a hiding spot to wait out the backlash—in a castle no less—she jumps on a private jet and prepares to spend the fall in Laandia, a tiny country on the edge of the Atlantic.

I'm not your typical meteorologist. Sure, I might look extroverted on television, but inside, I'm an anxious thirty-something woman who'd love to be anywhere except a public setting. My love for the weather runs deep from when I was a kid in Indiana, so when I'm finally working as the chief meteorologist for a station in Denver, I'm happy. Well, mostly. Enter Jacob Mitchell.

When Gerri Wilder joins a book club, she has no idea she's about to become the ringleader of a matchmaking circus. Armed with romance novels and good intentions, these meddling ladies are determined to spark love between their stubborn offspring. Lena Caldwell is a 36-year-old video game designer who'd rather level up in life than swipe right. She's content with her controller... until she meets a muscular, hunky shifter who promises to give her the Big O she's only read about. Alex Mercer, wolf alpha and bookstore owner, is sick of his mother's not-so-subtle hints about finding a mate.

For six years, Brock Benson was the monster I worked for. The gorgeous monster—who never even said hello. Then, one Monday morning, everything changed. When Brock's assistant quit in tears and chucked her phone in my waste bin, I had no choice but to answer it. Brock approved, and gave me a promotion I didn't even want… Now, I'm stuck fielding calls from his desperate ex. Managing his hectic schedule. Even taking care of the two adorable Golden Retrievers his sister ditched at his house. I'm totally intertwined with Brock's life and—yikes—it's not terrible.

My brother's best friend is in love with me. Or so he says. Fortunately, even with only 15% of workable eyesight, I can see right through his irritating charms. He may have fooled our coworkers, family, and friends with his nonsense, but he can't fool me. Unfortunately, when our CEO condones the organization of a thirty-day mandatory Valentine event, I'm stuck with William Ivan Delimar Hart—a man who bedazzles walkie-talkies and calls our boss "twinsie."

Avery Sinclair is good at her job as the social media manager for the Baltimore Thunderhawks. She's one of the best in the NFL, in fact. The only thing stopping her from being the account of the year? The DC Titans, run by the mystery man she's been feuding with for years.

In the heart of quirky Pinecone Pines, meet Sadie, the charming proprietor of the Cinnamon & Spice Café, where an unexpected romance is starting to brew. Little does Sadie know that the fascinating barista she's falling for isn't her brother's assistant—he's none other than Ryan Turnbill, elusive and eligible billionaire CEO, incognito.

Eight years ago, Adam Driscoll walked away from his stage name—Deke—and the boyband that turned him into an international star before his eighteenth birthday. And he never looked back. It didn't even matter that everyone blamed him for the band's breakup. He might miss making music, but he had good reasons for walking. Give him solitude over thousands of screaming fans any day of the week.

I've never been kissed. Because I saved my first kiss for my best friend, Axel Stevens. And he gave his away to someone else like it meant nothing. I was hoping that reinventing myself over the summer would make him finally see me. But I'm just as invisible as ever. Doomed to never being kissed. Until a masked stranger pulls me into a dark closet and steals the kiss I'd been saving so long for someone else. Instead of pushing him off of me, I pull him closer. I've never felt so desired in my life. But then he walks away without even telling me his name.

I'm not saying Gage Lockett is the actual Grinch… but if someone in town woke up tomorrow to find all the candy canes missing, my money's on him. The man glares at twinkle lights like they personally insulted his mother. So when he accidentally reads my holiday bucket list—complete with "Kiss under the mistletoe" and "Make snow angels"—I hatch a plan. I thought he'd toss it in the trash where joy goes to die. Surprisingly, he decides to tag along.

Dear Ask Annie: I know my best friend is the one, but how do I tell her that? Annie Archer has a problem… She can't get one email—one mind-boggling letter from her advice column out of her head. The one? Does the one even exist? She should be able to answer this question, just like all the others. Except, she doesn't have firsthand experience with the one. In fact, except for those few months back in tenth grade when she went temporarily insane and fell for her best friend—she's never been in love.

When my roommate's friend needs a place to work on his software startup, I'm happy to let him use the daytime hours to work in my nightclub. The guy is harmless—super sweet, a little nerdy. He might even be cute if not for his hoodie habit and the fact that he thinks I'm a party girl airhead.

Stuck back home in the quirky town of Friendship, Rhode Island, Beckett is scrambling to save his family's oyster bar and take care of his teenage brother. He doesn't have time to deal with the beautiful, sunshiney owner of the new cafe next door, too. His best friend's little sister may be all grown up, but Sunny's still a distracting pain in his side.

Revenge is a dish best served scorching hot. That's why professionally stressed and dessert-loving Heaven Wilson creates a fake profile on the app her cheating boyfriend is using to find hookups. When she unexpectedly matches with Shane H, a man who seems as sweet as the baked treats he tempts her with, revenge becomes the least of her problems.