Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Letteratura e narrativa

He collected beautiful things. Rare things. Ripped them out of their natural environment and preserved them in all of their dead splendor. The problem was I wasn't beautiful. I was all of the hideous and ugly realities of the world packaged into one broken human being. He came to kill me. That was his business. Death. He ripped me out of my natural environment, the prison I'd created, and locked me away with all of his beautiful dead things.

Hail to the king, and watch him reign, this game was somewhat fun, until the finale came. Now we’re here, with carnage and despair, and the only questions left to answer, are the ones that do not appear. A king loses a war, and a swan sheds her wings, chaos collides with peace, as the crows begin to sing. Enter if you dare, because I swear the end is near, but nothing is as it seems, and everything is so bare.

Sterling Crane is my idol, my inspiration, and my rival - and I'm determined to be the one who brings him to his knees. He has other ideas, of course, and I keep going back for more. I'm horrified when the news breaks that the bands we manage are merging, and we're all going to share a home like one big happy family. Horrified because I hate Sterling more than anything in this world, and because I know I'm not going to be able to stay away from him.

With all survivors in Svartheim under his control, Abram has become the Mountain King. Revenge is his, yet his troubles have only begun. The dungeon is a shambles of death and decay. His goblins and hobs are few in number and lack training. The bridge to the surface is in ruins, and his latest bond is a literal demon bent on corrupting and destroying him. Yet Abram is nothing if not resourceful and rapidly sets about improving his circumstances through thrift, hard work, alliance, and subterfuge.

Guarding my lovely hostage has become my obsession. I protect Marisol from the vicious men in my brutal cartel, including myself. I've kept the promise I made to my boss on the night of her capture: No one touches her.

Chaz: Rafael is the best friend-with-benefits a guy could ask for, but I had to go and screw it all up by falling in love. Rafael: I spent so long pining after my best friend, I didn’t even realize the perfect guy was right under my nose. Collaring Chaz is a surprisingly sweet M/M rock star romance loaded with angst, band drama, contractual pup play, a cinnamon roll MC struggling with mental health and addiction, and a dominant rock god who saves him.

As a female boxer, and a beta to boot, I've had to dig deep for every win, train harder than every opponent, and ignore the naysayers along the way. I'm just starting to make my mark when I lose an easy match, and my manager says I need to overhaul my image. Sponsors are losing interest, and I'm struggling to keep my dad's gym afloat. I'll do anything to keep his dream alive, even attend the grand opening of a new sports club so people can rub shoulders with a professional boxer.

Flunking out of my dream school wasn't part of the plan. Now, I'm stuck at a place that feels more like a prison than a second chance. There are too many secrets hidden in these halls, and the only thing I care about is surviving the year. But then the murders start—brutal, cold-blooded, and too close to ignore. Suddenly, I'm caught in something far bigger than I ever imagined—a web of lies, power, and danger that's tightening around me. And at the center of it all? Four dangerously irresistible men: Silas Morgan, Dayton Hughes, Kai Reynolds, Levi Thompson.

I'm not someone my mother would be proud to have given her life for. I've killed. Maimed. Hurt people far beyond the scope of what the human mind can imagine. Because that's what I was told I was. Destruction. And that's all I was good for. That's all I want to do right now. Breaker is a complicated man with many dark secrets. He's the breaker of rules, of codes, of men... He's also the only one who dares to defy Fallon, the powerful man who raised him and his brothers. The same man who stands between Breaker and everything he's ever wanted.

Nova has been in hiding for a decade, living off fresh game in the forest and managing to fend off feral wolves. With her first heat coming, she's forced to venture back into civilization to gather heat suppressants or risk being discovered. But an accidental encounter with a guard in the city leads her right into the hands of the powerful Alpha King. Rather than submit to the King's plan to take her for a mate, Nova turns to her wolf. When the feral hunters catch wind of the King's plan, they vow to protect the feral omega. But with her heat approaching, nowhere is safe.

A Guardian has staked his claim upon Mirror. Artos Null aims to take everything Zora has ever held dear, but mostly he wants what's inside her. The darkness. The void. The thing nuzzled against the back of her skull that pulses with power. It's a piece of him, and he wants it back, but Zora refuses to be his pet. She will never submit to his reign—even as Estal Kingdom burns, even as he chains her to a pit, even as the anchor bond between her and Cristen is stretched impossibly thin.

Lori Boone has always been unapologetically and shamelessly himself. Petite, with soft curls and plump lips, he's often underestimated. Until he parts those lips and the sassiness comes out. He thrives in uncomfortable situations and plots petty revenge in his free time. Facts that don't change even when he starts working for a prestigious law firm and under Gabriel Reed, his best friend's brother-in-law.

Savanna Heartz never expected to cross paths with Kairo Steele again—the reckless young producer from Compton who built his empire off beats, bullets, and bad decisions. She never imagined that a simple business deal—a few haircut appointments—would pull her into his world of money, power, and dangerous promises. But when Kairo presents her with a million-dollar contract—not for music, not for business, but for his legacy—Savanna is faced with a decision that could change her life. One million per child. A secluded mansion to carry them in peace. A contract to keep their arrangement airtight.

Willowside was my childhood summer escape, but I never planned on coming back. Now, as a struggling Omega artist with bills piling up, I don't have much of a choice. Grandma said this gig would be easy—paint a portrait for a wedding organized by a new planner in town. Quick cash, nothing more. But easy? Far from it. The bride is a total Bridezilla. The only upside? Her brother and cousins—Bernard, Finneas, Hugo, and Jude. All Alphas. All compatible with me in a way that makes staying in this sleepy town way more tempting.

She's finally coming home. This time, I won't let her go. Estella walked out of my life years ago, and I couldn't follow her. I've bided my time, watching her, waiting for her. With our parents' tenth anniversary party approaching, she can't avoid coming home. Three days will be all I have to win her over. To rid her of her boyfriend and take his place.

I'd finally given up on having a family of my own. Until ex-con Jake Brand walks in. He's six-foot-five of ink and muscle and the farthest thing from a family man. He's also leaving in a few weeks. So, when he offers to help out—in my restaurant and in my bed—I cave in and say yes. But I've got rules, strict ones, to keep everything between us clear: No touching. No kissing. No emotion. And the lights stay off. Always. Except, it turns out, dirty-talking Jake doesn't do rules. He busts through them one by one, and every time, he cracks another piece of the shell protecting my heart.

I've made a fortune at The Agency—enacting clients' dirty proposals for money. I've covered every fantasy you could possibly imagine. But after four years, I'm yearning for more, a bond with someone I can adore for real, not just in fantasy. In love. I only went into Santa's grotto at the mall as a joke. I was laughing when I sat my curvy butt on his lap for a picture. Until I looked into his stunning grey eyes and saw something I shouldn't have. Someone I shouldn't have.

Peartree House. A home where girls were taught discipline. A home where they were taught how to please powerful men. But I was different. I never understood why I wasn't trained like the other girls, but I was content with being a shadow no one noticed. Until that changed, and a man with a black heart claimed me for himself. He told me he'd never love me, and that my only use was to please him and give him an heir. He was cruel. Vicious. A man I hated with every part of me. A man I could never fall in love with. Or so I thought...

I planned to arrive early at our remote lakeside cabin for a solo week of much-needed rest and relaxation before Thanksgiving. That was until my brother called and told me his best friends, my childhood crushes, would be there early too. I convinced myself it was fine. Besides, that was four years ago, and after they ghosted me, I got over them.

Life has been nonstop since the day I became Mrs. Crusade. Not that I have any interest in slowing down now that I've found my rhythm in Lake Chapel. I love my life, my boys, and the future we're creating together. This semester, I even get to live with my best friend and her cohort of men. There's more than enough room at the Crusade Mansion for the ten of us, but between conflicting schedules, increased security measures, and Kendrick's NFL draft intentions, it's rare that I get time with all four of my guys. That's why I'm thrilled about our plans for Valentine's Day.