Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Letteratura e narrativa

I woke on the floor of a prison cell, but I wasn't alone. There was a man. My fellow prisoner. My protector. He spoke into my mind, saying things that couldn't be true. That I'd been bitten. That I was going to turn. That I had to obey him if I wanted to survive. He was beaten, but his voice rang with power, and his body called to mine. And when he won our freedom, I learned he was far more powerful than I realized. I escaped one prison just to land in another. Now I'm caught in a war between shifters—and my protector has become my captor.

I have no desire for a pack. I don't need to be taken care of. I earn my own money as an OmegaFans creator. The National Omega Commission's heat services have all the alpha knots I'll ever need. As for love? That ship sailed a long time ago. So why is it so hard to keep these three men at arm's length? Ben, my best friend's brother, was only meant to be an uncomplicated party hook-up. Aleks, the broody beta who I'm certain only tolerates me. Not to mention "Ryder," the OnlyA's alpha I've started collaborating with. It's easier to ignore what's between us if I don't find out his real name.

I accidentally married three witch stalkers. They've escaped perpetual hell, courtesy of yours truly. They've also gone viral with their annoying thirst trap asses in leather. #theWitchwoodBoys Fine. The power of magic is worth the price.

What was supposed to be a dream vacation just turned into a nightmare. It's not every day you board a private jet for an all-expenses-paid trip to Scotland with your two gorgeous bosses. And it's not every day you spot your fiancé kissing another woman across the terminal. The man I was ready...

They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

No matter how much I try, I can't stop thinking about the man who can make my fantasies come to life in a way no one else has. Nothing could have prepared me for the reveal of my mystery man. I was supposed to be working on myself, trying to figure out my identity outside of my family or a boyfriend. Which led me to explore my desires at the local club, Avalon. And what I found there was more than I bargained for. He's not just funny, attentive, and slightly obsessed with me. He's also the last man I should be falling in love with.

I have sinful thoughts about one of my students. Every night. I picture her in my bed. In my shower. Underneath me. Right up against the chalkboard. I'm especially fond of that one. In my defense, I know her thoughts are as sinful as mine. She's begging me with her beautiful blue eyes. She's daring me to cross the line. No, I'm not a good man. And I'm done pretending to be. I know exactly what I'm going to do to her as soon as she walks into my office hours.

She's fallen for an angel…but he's mated to a monster. In a realm of orcs and powerful men, housemaid Alma Andersson is drowning—in grief, debt, and drudgery. When her awful employer makes his darkest demand yet, she flees for the forest and tumbles toward her doom… Until she's snatched to...

I first saw the Folk when I was a little boy, when they started appearing in my garden, with their unnatural, cruel beauty and honeyed words and veiled taunts. I grew up with big green eyes watching me from the forest. Whispers from the trees. Shimmering skin darting between the bushes. Black creatures always lurking in the shadows. While they were here, I thought nothing of them. It wasn’t until they were gone that I realise it wasn’t…normal. But it isn’t until I’m twenty-one, when my life is in ruins, that they come back to take me away.

It's been 1097 days and 14 hours since I've been locked in this place. And they've come to me every night. The monsters in my dreams worship my body, and when I wake up I'm desperate for more. But they’re never there to finish me off. Dr. Adams says I can leave the asylum if I start to take my meds, but I've always hated how they made me feel...and I'm not sure that I agree with them that I'm actually crazy. Because dreams don’t make you crazy, right?

They swore I would fall for their depravity, and I told myself I could resist… I lied. Stealing from the three most infamous, cold-hearted devils of the Skull and Serpent Society was risky, but I needed it more than them. I had only one goal in mind—to survive. Running away is what I do best...

Alexius Del Rossa made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A temporary arrangement. One that would benefit us both. Be his wife for six months so he can solidify his legacy, and I walk away with the security of having the Del Rossa name. Now I realize that it’s no longer that simple—not while his every command bends my will and entices me to obey. We’ve become each other’s poison—a toxic mix of his wicked touch and my dark desires.

I took her innocence as payment. She was far too young and naïve to be betrothed to a monster like me. I would bring only pain and darkness into her sheltered world. That's why she ran. I should've just let her go. She never asked to marry into a powerful Russian mafia family. Unfortunately for her, I don't care. I own her, and after three years of searching, I've found her. My runaway bride was about to learn disobedience has consequences...punishing ones. Nothing was going to keep me from claiming her before the eyes of God and man. She's mine now, and I'm never letting her go.

Mila Secrets. Lies. Deception. It's all part of his vendetta, and so am I. He stole me, used me as one of his pawns by forcing me into a marriage I wanted no part of. I had to sign my name on the dotted line, and now he owns me…body, mind, and soul. That's why I ran. I had to escape the...

My name is Quinn Renshaw, and my father is the VP of the Savage Falls Sinners MC. But I refuse to be a club princess. I want more from life. I want to graduate and go to college and spread my wings. I want a life beyond Savage Falls and club life. Until him. Killian Crankton, VP of the Red Ridge Reapers. He looks at me and I feel things. Things I don’t want to feel. Dangerous, deadly things. Things that will end up with my heart in tatters. Because I’m about to find out that Crank will do anything to get wants he wants. Especially me. 

When my kidnapper – the most powerful man in Italy – makes me an offer to be his wife, I'm forced to accept. Mila He's a killer. A monster. A thief. He stole me; ripped me from a life I thought was mine, and forced me into his. There was no negotiating. No choice to be made. No way out. He...

Roxy Quinn - tattooed goddess, daughter of punk rockers, and general beautiful badass - thought she’d never see Edward Cavendish III again. The wealthy British hotelier wandered into her dingy New York City tattoo parlor, a little drunk and a lot brokenhearted. And very, very charming. After a night of panty-disintegrating passion, Roxy sends him on his way. She has zero time to pursue the suit-wearing sex god. Not when her business is failing. Not when her employees are counting on her.

Innocence Claimed contains all three books in the sweet, filthy, and oh-so-wrong in the best kind of way Innocence Claimed series. His Little Bad Girl, book 1: Her name is Tempest Kensington. She's never been touched. She's my student; I'm her headmaster. But I want to know how sweet she tastes...

Four rules: No names. No pictures. No hesitations. Must be willing to be shared. Welcome to the Triple Crown Club - the filthy, dark, secret playground of the royal elite. The Triple Crown Club contains Royally Shared (book one), Royally Claimed (book two), and Royally Tempted (book three) of the Triple Crown Club series. This MFMM romance is all about her - no M/M.

I look her body up and down as I circle her. Mine? I smile a devious, deviant, I'm-gonna-make-you-sorry-you-ever-started-playing-this-game-with-me smile. And then I take her hand. I lead her to the elevator. We go up to my apartment. I tie her wrists together with rope. Raise her arms above her head. And chain her to the ceiling. It's my turn.