Risultati Editore "Tantor Audio" in Commedia romantica

I'm Aubrey Kasper. I live in a dilapidated old resort in the mountains in Colorado that should probably be torn down. Instead? I'm renovating it with my brother. Archie (my brother) needs me, but he also needs some outside help, which is why he ended up inviting my high school crush to open up the bar operations. If I thought Wiley Blanchard was hot in high school . . . well, I couldn't have possibly imagined the fully grown-up, master distiller, smooth-talking version. He's tall, dark, and hilarious, exactly the way I like them.

I, Dallas Colter, am kind of a massive A hole-and need help fixing that personality problem. With too much on my plate, the very last thing on my mind is a relationship-the football draft is looming, I never understood why my teammates bother with girlfriends. None of us had the time. When my sports agent suggests that being seen in public with a "respectable" girl would be good for my bad reputation, I couldn't think of a single person to help me out. The only girls I know aren't wifey material, and the ones who are? Might catch feelings. Except Ryann Winters.

Humor and heart collide when two fake dates accidentally ruin a wedding and must play matchmaker to fix it, perfect for fans of Christina Lauren and Tessa Bailey.

Let's get one thing straight: I don't believe in relationships, romance, or any of that BS. My younger brother may have lost his mind over a woman, but that won't happen to me. I worked my ass off to become Reed Point's #1 attorney and I'm not going to let any woman get in the way of my career. It turns out, though, that Ellie Reeves is not just any woman. She's wild and infuriating and completely unpredictable. In other words, she's everything I don't need. Did I mention she's also sexy as hell?

Here's the thing—Mack has been Chase's best friend for half her life, and they've always been platonic with a capital P. He's also her business partner, and without question the best person she's ever met. And Chase? She's a self confessed disaster; she works too much, considers curly fries a food group, and might have an unhealthy dependency on iced coffee and whiskey. Then there's her relationship history, which leans more towards tragic backstory than happily ever after.

I'm at the highest point of my career, and I haven't even broken a sweat yet. Wealth, power, and prestige. It's all at my fingertips. But in my world, one filled with secrets, power comes at a cost. A lie that taints my past. A sacrifice that poisons my future. Until my newest assistant walks—or should I say, falls—into my office. She's mouthy, horrible at her job, and is making me question everything. But I know better. Look but don't touch. The lie rotting inside me forbids it. The problem is, I tried to stay away from her. Deny my darkest desires. But I'm a weak man.

A witch without magic. A vampire without a cause. And a mysterious death that brings them under the same roof.

As any true sports fan will tell you, once you have an allegiance to a team it's set in stone. It's unwavering. It's finite. You never leave. Yet somehow, I've been asked to do just that. To set aside my love for The Yankees and take ownership of The New York Lions—the worst team in Major League Baseball. Oh, yes, and turn them into winners. An impossible job I don't want, from a gift I couldn't get a refund on.

I don't have time to date, especially not the infuriatingly bossy, ridiculously hot sheriff. But Dillon Armstrong won't take no for an answer. And the more he shows up at my office, the harder it is to resist him and his high-handed, insufferable, oddly endearing ways. He's going to make me fall for him, I just know it.

I should have known I was being set up when my boss couldn't stop grinning, but I took the last-minute private security gig anyway. Color me surprised when I show up to a bachelorette party and a crowd of drunk chicks start yelling for me to take it all off. Except for the curvy little brunette with her nose stuck in a book. Morgan Tempest doesn't give me the time of day . . . until I haul her off for a private lap dance. Now, she can't keep her eyes off me. And that sassy mouth is driving me wild. Mark my words; this little firecracker is going to be mine.

I'm Candy. Excuse the name. Mom was a stripper back in her prime and I was a client gone wrong. Now stuck behind the bar, she was eager for me to join the family business. No thanks. The only circles I run in are the ones my bubblegum bubbles make. Don't worry about my teeth though, sugar-free as always. I'm not a complete psycho. Oh, except for my passive-aggressive, potty-mouthed, imaginary best friend who happens to be a gummy bear. That part is pretty nuts. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, doing whatever the hell I wanted until a group of model-worthy bikers try to muscle in on my heist.

Mia Madden is pretty sure that the road to dating app hell is paved with suspiciously hot profiles. Take tonight's date, for example. Alex Conroy is unreasonably gorgeous—he's got that whole "board-room in the streets, lumberjack in the sheets" happening—but he also represents everything she loathes about corporate hustle culture. Yet another lousy date to laugh-cry about later. Except, it turns out that Alex is also the hot-shot new boss her dad can't stop complaining about—the Forbes thirty-under-thirty company fixer of his nightmares. Worse, their respective best friends are dating.

Emma Burns lives a double life. By day, she's a civil rights attorney. By night, she's the mastermind behind RB's Companions. When hired, she platonically accompanies men to social events, whether it's as a girlfriend, friend, or business associate. She does her job well. After receiving an inquiry from a desperate new client, she agrees to be his girlfriend. What she doesn't account for is the mystery man to be Henry, the notorious playboy, fellow lawyer, and coworker she's known for years.

Josephine Bowen has the opportunity to travel to Key West for a work trip with Jack Lancaster, her grumpy and hard to figure out colleague. He frowns a lot, but he's also kind. Thoughtful. Considerate and an all-around good guy. When her toxic ex-boyfriend arrives at the same conference, Jack doesn't hesitate to jump in as her current love interest. Maybe it's the island air, or maybe it's the time they spend together preparing for the presentation they're delivering, but their fake feelings start to feel real.

There must be an apocalypse right around the corner in this paranormal romcom from USA Today bestselling author Christi Barth.

Cadence "Cady" Bloomquist knows two things for sure: First, shelving books at her shop, Nevermore Bookstore, totally counts as cardio. Second, staying late every Thursday night to take a certain mysterious customer's order is not the same as waiting by the phone for some man. Until the calls with the man who identifies himself only as "Fox" last for hours, and become the highlight of her week. Which leaves her to wonder, if his velvet voice can kindle her fire over the phone, what sort of alchemy might it inspire if they met in person?

Since moving to the small Texas town, I've gotten four speeding tickets and the sheriff is tired of giving me tickets—tired of dealing with me. To keep my license, I have to go in front of a grouchy old judge and convince him I've finally learned my lesson. Oof. I get the shock of my life when I discover the judge isn't grouchy or old and I'm pretty sure his heated stare isn't all anger at my lawlessness. I might be inexperienced with men, but I'm pretty sure there are sparks flying around the courtroom as he stares down at me.

Davis was five years older than me . . . antisocial and temperamental. And there was the little fact that he didn't know I existed. Still, I gave him my heart, and he crushed it. So I picked up the pieces and ran away to New York City. I had a plan that would keep my heart intact for years. But one phone call changed everything. Returning home meant facing the past . . . and the man who ruined me. I had hoped that the mountain had swallowed him whole.

Having spent the last three years caring for my dying mother, I need a new leash on life. So I say goodbye to the UK and take a job opening at a small-town vet clinic in the US. Via a layover in New York. Where I get, ahem, laid over. With a man. Not something I've ever done in my forty-three years. Not something I intend on repeating. Which won't be a problem since I'll never see the guy again . . . Until I step into the local bakery.

Ryan Hutton has spent his entire life being the shy, nerdy, rule-following nice guy on Summersweet Island. He's the high school bowling coach and algebra teacher, who's always predictable, and he's always been fine with that. At least until a sexy nutjob gives him the best kiss of his life in his favorite pizza place. Suddenly, he doesn't like being the quiet, obedient nice guy anymore.