Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Azione e avventura

A desperate attempt to pay tuition so I can graduate college is the only reason I took this job. When I accidentally spill a bottle of expensive tequila on Jovan Aguilar, I have no idea he's the one who owns the elite Miami nightclub—a fact he doesn't reveal until the morning after I end up in his bed.

I may have survived the battle, slipping from their grasp by cunning and sheer will, but the war still rages, and the next wave of enemies is worse than I ever imagined. Tangles of lies unravel around us as the past and present collide, bringing secrets into the light and making the future harder to see. With every turn down this winding path, it is clear pain is inevitable, but I'm not alone this time. Not anymore. I have a family, people I can't live without, and a place to finally call home.

After my ex-boyfriend makes me the target of a cruel online hate campaign, I know I have to get away. The last thing I expect on my trip to Sweden is a moose standing in the middle of the road—or the mysterious, bearded ranger who pulls me from my wrecked car. Now, a storm's brewing, and I'm being carried into a secluded mountain cabin by a Nordic God rippling with muscle. Inside, I'm greeted by three ridiculously hot Swedish mountain men.

I needed to get the hell out of Big City. The only reason I'm living in this American wasteland is because my mother insisted I reconcile with my estranged father. That the idea came to her while drunk on French bubbly should have been my sign to stay right where I belonged. Anywhere but here. Certainly somewhere more fabulous. When an international job opportunity arises, I jump on board. It's just a bonus that I'll be traveling with the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Make that muscular, morally gray, and hopefully, my next conquest.

Tessa will never again see her mate. Even in her dreams, she cannot find him. Trapped in a vow with the God of Death, she's cursed to live the rest of her days in captivity. Until the gods offer her a deal. If Tessa undergoes a series of trials designed to strip her of her humanity, Andromeda will release her from the vow. If she refuses, pestilence and famine will consume Dubnos until no one is left alive. Tessa is forced to play their wicked game. She'll do whatever it takes to reunite with Kalen, even if it means embracing the darkness inside her.

Night has fully fallen on Aesir. A comet streaks through the sky, heralding the return of the monstrous winged gods. Separated from everyone she knows and loves, Tessa must find a way to brave the coming storm. Within her, a dangerous power grows. It might be the one thing that can save them all—if only she can find the strength to control it. And as long as Kalen is not forced to kill her first.

Fate has never been kind to Gwendolyn Mary Darling Carlisle. For a brief moment, she was given a taste of the fairytale… and it was divine—until darkness descended upon Neverland. Now, the island is ripe for the taking. An evil usurper, cloaked in black wings, seeks the realm for himself. He is ripping the Lost Boys apart from within. Debts are coming due, and a dark stain is seeping into Gwen's soul.

I'm the only one standing between her and those who want her dead. She sees a monster when she looks at me—blood-stained hands, a heart blackened by violence. What she doesn't see is that those same hands are the only thing keeping her alive. She runs from me, again and again. But every escape only drags her closer to the enemies hunting us both. She burns with hatred for the cage I've built around her… And yet, there's heat beneath the fury. A hunger neither of us can outrun.

Leo Kincaid is my kryptonite. Ruthless. Lethal. Arrogant. Handsome as sin. So when he offers me one night of passion, I take it. Being with him is like nothing I've ever known. It's the hottest night of my life. But every time one thing feels right, ten fall apart.

I had a plan. It was simple. Find my sister, bring her home, and then disappear where no one could find us—especially him. But you know what they say about plans? They have a tendency to go awry, like a train off the tracks barrelling in the wrong direction… toward the wrong people. That's what happened. Them. Jericho. Sheppard. Arrow. The mafia heir and his two best friends. They came into my life with obsession bleeding through their veins, and the only person they saw—was me. Theirs.

Under the smoky stage lights of my club, I watch an angel sing like she was made for sin. She doesn't know it yet, but she's about to pay off a debt—with her total submission. I took this empire from my own father. Rebuilt it in blood. Now, it's time to claim my little angel—my Angioletta—and make her my queen. Cassie Bellini is fire and attitude wrapped in temptation. A body begging to be pleasured. And bruises that tell me another man dared to touch what should belong to me.

I'm not the hero in this story—I'm the monster who claimed what wasn't his to take. I was supposed to sell her to the highest bidder, a marriage that would seal alliances and strengthen her family's power. But seeing her bloodied and defiant changed everything. Her father and brother thought they could use her as a pawn. They didn't realize I was playing a different game entirely. I destroyed them all, leaving her seemingly free—only to chain her to me instead. She thinks she can escape, build a normal life away from the violence she was born into.

Ruthless. Lethal. Handsome as sin. The devil has always been wrapped in a tempting package. And that's Mason Kincaid. King of Vegas and of sinners. He owns half this town and runs the other half with an iron fist. He's pretty much everything I've learned to avoid. I dated his brother a few years back when I thought a bad boy would be fun. It did not take long for me to learn the Kincaids are not fun. They are the snakes in the garden…

Prince Aurelius of the Seelie realm has always been the hero, so it's no real surprise to him when a final act of heroism lands him in fae hell with one final task: give Caly's sister, Ana, the rest of her powers and take her to the Fates in Moirai. It is, however, a surprise to learn that Ana isn't the eight-year-old child who died in that car with Caly so many years ago. Instead, she is a full-grown, beautiful woman―with plans to take over the Underworld as soon as she can get the pendant holding her powers from Eli.

Ghost lied to his club to protect me, putting a target on both our backs. Trouble is… I didn't know I needed saving. Or that I was still being haunted by my past. Now, my loyalty to the Twisted Kings is in question, and the only man who can protect me is a tall, tattooed biker with a taste for revenge and a vow of abstinence.

The night I catch my husband cheating is the night I stop pretending. I don't cry. I don't scream. I don't get mad—I get even. So I bring home another man—a stranger with wicked eyes and a smile sharp enough to carve me open. I let him have me in the house I share with a liar. A moment of weakness? Maybe. A moment of revenge? Definitely. But he saw me—the darkness, the hunger, the parts my husband hated—and he wanted more.

She used to chase him. Watched from her window. Broke into his home. Pushed every limit until the cold, controlled man next door finally snapped—and shattered her heart. She thought it was over. That she could erase him, piece her pride back together, and move on. But he won't let her. Now he's the one watching. Obsessing. Hunting her the way she once hunted him. The stalked has become the stalker—and he's just as twisted.

My only connections were forged through the veil of a computer screen. I was their voice in the dark, their operator. I was their lifeline—until the day my past tore into my present, and they had to become mine. Captured, subjected to torture and relentless interrogation, I survived long enough for them to find me. I harbor no delusions; fleeing and disappearing again is not an option. The only way to win is to fight. But to fight, you also have to be willing to risk everything. I was okay with that when the only one at risk was me.

Good girls don't pick fights with a handsome billionaire at the dry cleaner's. Good girls don't steal his bespoke suit. Good girls don't take pictures of themselves wearing only a suit jacket. And good girls definitely don't hit send. But after catching my cheating ex-fiancé in the act three days before the wedding... being a good girl was the last thing on my mind. And that's when I meet Vadim Stravinsky. His storm-gray eyes notice the mascara smudged on my face. Despite making him the unexpected target of my frustrations and heartbreak, he leaves me with his card.

The Blight ravages both Tamar and Sarkum, and their people, and armies, are starving. Violence and protests in Narfour have the city on the brink of rebellion. When Ihsan sees a chance to gain an ally with the only productive land left in Tamar for his cousin, the Sultana, he takes it. But nothing is as it seems when Behram Kadir is involved. Ihsan knows he should not trust the woman who has upended his life, even if she is the first warmth he has felt since fire stole everything from him.