Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Azione e avventura

Saeris Fane doesn't want power. The very last thing she needs is her name whispered on an entire court's lips, but now that she's been crowned queen of the Blood Court, she's discovering that a queen's life is not her own. A heavy weight rests upon her shoulders. Her ward—and her brother—need her back in her homeland…but the changes that have strengthened Saeris have also made her weak. Born under blazing suns, Saeris will surely die if she makes her way home through the Quicksilver. Which means that, once again, she must send someone else in her stead....

Twenty-four-year-old Saeris Fane is good at keeping secrets. No one knows about the strange powers she possesses or the fact that she has been picking pockets and stealing from the Undying Queen's reservoirs for as long as she can remember. But a secret is like a knot. Sooner or later, it is bound to come undone. When Saeris comes face-to-face with Death himself, she inadvertently reopens a gateway between realms and is transported to a land of ice and snow. The Fae have always been the stuff of myth, of legend, of nightmares… but it turns out they're real.

The adopted human daughter of the Nightborn vampire king, Oraya carved her place in a world designed to kill her. Her only chance to become something more than prey is entering the Kejari: a legendary tournament held by the goddess of death herself. But winning won’t be easy amongst the most vicious warriors from all three vampire houses. To survive, Oraya is forced to make an alliance with a mysterious rival.

Mische lost everything when she was forcibly Turned into a vampire—her home, her humanity, and most devastating of all, the love of the sun god to whom she had devoted her life. Now, sentenced to death for murdering the vampire prince who turned her, redemption feels impossible. But when Mische is saved by Asar, the bastard prince of the House of Shadow with a past as brutal as his scars, she's forced into a mission worse than execution: a journey to the underworld to resurrect the god of death himself.

Traveling the Road of Bones was only the start of Hekla's troubles. The Bloodaxe Crew has arrived at the village of Istré—beleaguered and missing three of their members. They might be down in numbers, but Hekla "Rib Smasher" is determined that they'll complete their job all the same: defeat the monstrous, sentient mist and keep the citizens of Istré safe. What she didn't expect was for Istré's bullheaded chieftain to block her every move.

When Mora met Dother, she expected a one-night tryst, but the man she grew to love had a different idea. He intended to keep her at any cost. Even if that meant binding her to a flask and cursing her to grant the wishes of any who held it. Though Dother meant it when he swore Mora would never truly be rid of him, he didn't anticipate the monster she would become in the name of vengeance.

Rules. I know them, but I didn't follow them. I moved into his city, his domain without approval. Now, it's time for me to pay the price. Marry the cold, calculating Don of La Cosa Nostra—the man many have never seen or could recognize—and be bound to the mafia forever. But when he comes to collect me, I realize that this isn't the first time we've met.

"On the other side of that door is the man you're going to marry." My father's chilling command sends a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, it clicks. The mysteriously gifted dress. The innocent-looking invitation. This isn't dinner. It's a wedding. My goddamn wedding. The doors swing open... And towering at the altar, all muscle, ink, and menace—Leon Natali. The monster I've cursed since I was old enough to know his name. He's older. Colder. Desperate for an heir. And I'm the gift-wrapped offering meant to seal a blood-soaked alliance.

For almost a century, we've believed the prophecy to be a hoax. The promise of Fated Mates being the cure to this ruined world was a beautiful story, a romantic lie told to keep us in line. Nothing more than an idyllic promise to make us work together. Only we never did, and the world only suffered more. Joining the military has turned my life into a monotonous cycle of schedule, routine, and order. Day after day, I wake at the same time, wear the same uniform, and stare at the same power-hungry faces I've been commanded by for decades.

In the compelling sequel to The King Has Fallen, the Fallen Angels have arrived to interfere in mortal lives. And one in particular is determined to claim Yilan for himself…. Enjoy a heavenly romance of celestial proportions from the bestselling serial author, Aimee Lynn, in which Archangels are the enemy, and a thief is the world's last hope.

On the midwinter full moon, I am dragged by bandits from the only home I know and stood on a chair in a tavern under the gazes of despicable men bidding on my innocence. But then the shadowy figure in the corner calls out the winning offer, and I realize he is like no one I've ever seen before. Now I belong to Torvolk, Ranger of the Bloodfire Clan, and neither of us knows what this means. He's taken me through the pathway in the standing stones to his world, where I discovered naught is as it has always seemed.

He was the eldest son of a legend, and being so, couldn't stay at his dad's club, where he'd not be allowed to breathe. Instead, he went to their brother club and found somewhere to be himself. He wasn't treated delicately or protected. He was a prospect and acted as one. Death had chased him twice and failed, and he believed in life's precious moments. She had loved and lost. The war had taken her future from her, and she silently screamed at the unfairness of it. Now she was alone, and nobody could breach her walls, not even her best friend.

Taken from Earth and thrust into a ruthless bridal competition in a fae realm, I'm forced to fight for a crown I don't want in order to survive. Vad, the dark, sexy, powerful heir of the Shadow Fae Kingdom, is doing the one thing he never wanted—searching for a bride. But I don't fit in here, and the top contestants want me dead as soon as I arrive. Bound by Fated magic and trapped in a deadly game, Vad's every cold glance and harsh words remind me that he doesn't want me, and I sure as hell don't want him.

I didn't inherit my empire—I bled for it. I carved my place in this brutal world with bloodstained hands and a crown made of bones. I don't need a king. I don't answer to men who think they can tame me. But enemies are circling, waiting for me to break. And the biggest threat of all? Lucky Gatti. He's fire in a tailored suit, sin wrapped in arrogance. A walking threat to everything I've built. He's here to ruin me. To burn me down. The worst part? I might let him.

When I was nine, I went to my first funeral. Along with accepting my father's death, I had to accept new and awful truths I wasn't prepared for. When I was nineteen, I went to my mother's funeral. We weren't close, but with her gone, I became more alone than ever before. Sure, I have a half-brother who runs The Alliance. And yeah, he's given me his protection—in the form of a bodyguard and chauffeur. But I don't have anyone that really knows me. No one to really love me. Until I meet him. The man in the airport.

I use my body to make men fall to their knees. I just wasn't expecting a man as powerful as my boss to fall for the act. Dutton Taylor is a man who is not used to hearing no. Good thing denying dangerous men just so happens to be my specialty. The past broke me, and I refuse to be tempted by promiscuous lies. I'll do whatever it takes to protect my son and the new life I've built for us. We should keep our distance. But my body doesn't get the memo… and neither does he.

Even though she's not one of them, Brynn has spent her life among the Alaha, training to be a guard and waiting for the chance to attend the annual market hosted by the Kenta—the very same people who exiled her adopted community to a life at sea. Going to the market is a rite of passage eagerly anticipated by all young guards, but Brynn does not anticipate breaking a century-long peace treaty while there.

Lilith has been dying since the day she was born. While she long ago came to terms with her own imminent death, the deaths of everyone she loves are an entirely different matter. As her town slowly withers in the clutches of a mysterious god-cursed illness, she takes matters into her own hands. Desperate to find a cure, Lilith strikes a bargain with the only thing the gods hate more than her village: a vampire, Vale. She offers him six roses in exchange for six vials of vampire blood—the one hope for her town's salvation.

My world is small and predictable—that's how I've designed it. It doesn't extend beyond my tiny studio apartment, the local bagel shop, and the bookstore I manage. So, when a mysterious man crashes into the shop late one night while I'm doing inventory, I should be terrified. But I've never reacted normally to danger. And this man is as dangerous as they come… at least, for my heart.

Did we need to hold a Halloween party? No, of course not. Was I going to anyway? You better freakin' believe it. I didn't even feel bad! We needed a break! Even if it was for a day, a healthy work-life balance was essential…even if it was holding a bloody Halloween party and the work was determining who was sucking the magic out of people like goddamn juice boxes.