Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Suspense romantica

No one would say Keelie Lockhart isn’t determined. Taking on the role of both mom and dad to her two young kids, she’s managing life the best she can. Saddled with a century-old dilapidated farmhouse she can’t afford, a bevy of goats, two dogs, and a geriatric donkey, the last thing she has time for is a man - even if that man is a knight whose shining armor comes in the form of worn-in jeans and work boots. 

Eloise Silver is an actor in need of a big break. Now in her mid-thirties, her biggest credits to date are just one Australian soap opera and a series of ice-cream commercials. Oh, and that one time she played a real-life mob boss's wife on prime-time television. Suddenly, Estella Grant is no longer just the wife of a dangerous man. After leading a bloody coup, she's emerged as the leader of Melbourne's biggest crime syndicate, and she's got one hell of a plan to execute. She's got nothing to lose and an outsized reputation to help her in her reign of terror.

With a trust fund I'd never be able to blow through, I didn't need to work a day in my life. I sure as hell didn't need the kind of job I had. But I wasn't in it for the money. It was for personal satisfaction. A love of a job well done. What's that saying about never working a day in your life if you love breaking fingers and burying bodies where they'll never be found? I might be paraphrasing, but it was still the truth. My boss' wife called me a goon—and she wasn't wrong. As second-in-command, I did whatever was needed to keep Black Resorts running smoothly. 

They say I'm jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. I say I know what I want, and I want her. She'll be my submissive. My property. I'll teach her what it means to submit. I'll show her what it means to obey. So I hire her for a job. To be my accomplice. We'll pull off the biggest heist known to Corsica. They say money doesn't buy love… But it can buy her.

The princess and a dead man. They say money makes the world go round. They’d be wrong. Sure, power can be bought, but you can gain a hell of a lot more with knowledge. With knowledge comes fear. I’ve seen it. I’ve caused it. I’ve even been the brunt of it. But when a stowaway princess barrels into my life like a runaway train, I throw patience out the window—the same one I jump out of, taking her with me.

Where I go, he always follows. Primal, Powerful, Possessive. Aleksandr Romanov is my nemesis...And my new husband. He thinks I'm the spoiled mafia princess. That I have the world at my fingertips. I may be his new wife, but he doesn't know the real me. No one does. But when Aleksandr touches me, he cuts me wide open as if trying to see the secrets I hide.

He was my first crush. My first love. But he broke my heart. He tore us apart so brutally that an ocean, never mind a state line, wasn’t enough distance between us. But for all he ruined me, I still love him. Despite the women and the lies, it never died, but that didn’t mean I’d take his BS and roll over for him.

Monsters are made, not born. He was both. I just didn't realize it until it was too late. He forgave me for running once. This time, if he finds me, there'll be no escape. He'll make me his wife, even if he has to carry me down the aisle to do it. And that's before he knows what I'm hiding from him. A secret nine months in the making…

Living alone in New York, I never felt safe, but I couldn't leave. I was here to find the man I'd lost seven years ago. I had no idea that he'd already found me. I had no idea that he was watching me, controlling my every movement. He's no longer the rebel kid from across the tracks. Now, he's heir to the most brutal bratva the city has ever known. I'm in love with a monster, and he's watching my every move.

Bronson Butcher. My high school obsession. We were desperately in love until I made a mistake that severed our shared heart. So when he wakes up in the hospital and hears my voice, he stalks me down the corridor. He pins me to the wall and inhales me as though starving... But he's not that wild boy anymore. No. He's a ruthless man who takes what he wants, and what he wants is to punish me for running from him, remind me how my body hums beneath his—What he wants is to take me back to his city with or without my consent.

They pushed me to the edge, and now they think I'm dead because of the things they did. I thought I was getting a new beginning. A promise of a new identity. A new college to finally start my life states away from the people who were set on destroying me. What do I do when they show up two years later? And how do I escape when they are determined to make me pay for the pain my disappearance caused them? We never wanted her to die.

I knew I had to have her the second I saw her. Being the owner of The Executive Club, I've met my share of beautiful women, but none as beautiful as her. I was enamored with her from the second she walked into the room. She is innocent, naiveté, and sex all rolled into one. But I have a side to me that she cannot know about. I'm the future Don of the Marchetti famiglia, and my hands aren't clean. I have secrets I'm keeping from her, but I know she's hiding something from me too....

The only thing more dangerous than what she witnessed… is me. She was supposed to be a problem—one I would deal with, forget, erase. Instead, she became my obsession. A hotel maid drowning in her father's debts, working among killers and Bratva bosses, believing silence would keep her safe...

In a deadly game of lies, lust, and survival, there's just one rule: trust no one… I've built my career on taking down criminals, not falling into their beds. But Tristan Ferraro isn't just any criminal. When the mob enforcer obtains damning secrets that would destroy my reputation, I have no...

When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed. She's too smart for her own good, and it's going to get her killed. Against my better judgement, I put her under the protection of my powerful Russian mafia family. So imagine my anger when the little minx ran. For three long years I've been on her trail, always one step behind. Finding and claiming her had become an obsession. It was getting harder to rein in my driving need to possess her... to own her. But now the chase is over. I've found her. Soon she will be mine.

The moment she told me no, I knew she was mine. I didn't come to her apartment planning to tie her to her bed and ravage her. A Russian arms dealer has no need for an innocent schoolteacher. I would have done what I came to do and left, but when she opened those gorgeous red lips and threatened...

Bargained away to Dawn Court, Kat must play the part of a helpless human bewitched by the Day King. But beneath the veneer of submission, she's playing a far more dangerous game—spying for Dusk Court, and for the one person who holds her heart: Bastian. Separated from the woman he loves, Bastian has no time to rage against fate—or his queen. With his city on the brink of collapse and war brewing, he must uncover the truth before a devastating betrayal shatters everything he's fought to protect.

I spend my days locked in a black-market nightmare, held captive by a twisted mastermind who considers me his prized possession. My only form of human contact is with the victims in the next room, each of whom disappears faster than the last. Everyone leaves… except me. Then I hear him—Isaac. Brash, elusive, and haunted, he isn't anyone's idea of a hero. Separated by a wall, our faces hidden, his voice cuts through the darkness, becoming my only hope. He's driven by vengeance, bearing scars as dark as my own. Despite his rough edges, a fragile bond forms between us—a lifeline.

Andre Ferraro is everything I despise—arrogant, ruthless, and far too handsome for his own good. I'd rather marry anyone else in the world, but my sick mother needs hope, my family needs the Ferraro fortune, and my brother needs allies to seek vengeance for my brother's and father's deaths. There's no way for me to get out of this marriage to Andre unless I want to put the burden on my younger sister. The crazy thing is, I don't want Andre, but I don't want anyone else to have him either.

After his father’s retirement, Elia Montalto took over organized crime in King’s Trace, Maine. His pragmatic nature makes him popular and allows him to strike alliances with government officials, which keeps prying eyes off his business. But even a town as small as theirs is not without risk or envy, and Elia has only ever really wanted one thing: Senator Harrison’s daughter.