Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Letteratura e narrativa

For over a year, I've been hiding from my ruthless mob boss father and lying to everyone around me. Jordan is a sweet, protective biker who thinks we eloped in Vegas the night we met. The truth is, he was just supposed to be my ticket out of my gilded prison. I had nowhere to go, so when Jordan asked me to live with him after we got to his home in Rockland, I reluctantly agreed. After that, it was impossible to resist falling in love with him. But every second we're together is ruined thanks to the agonizing guilt eating away at me.

They call me irreparable. A feral omega who can't be tamed. And I've bitten every alpha who's tried. Before they can either put me down or send me to a breeding facility, fate intervenes in the form of a masked spec-ops team that deals in death and destruction. The Ghosts.

Jordan Cross is an Omega—no matter what anyone else says. Who cares that she's thirty-two and hasn't presented yet? She knows her body. She knows who she is. It'll happen. Any day now. When that day finally comes, leaving Jordan passed out in the dairy cooler of her grocery store, she's found by Rafe Stargazer, a member of the pack that she has loved almost her whole life. As luck would have it, Rafe discovers that Jordan is the scent match for his pack. The only problem? Jordan thinks they've already found their match.

The Curious Incident of the Great Cookie Snackcident of 979 is a cozy, slower-burn workplace romance with two MCs who connect over a shared passion for their calling. It features a demi heroine, a non-binary shadow monster, wooing with snacks, footnotes from an in-world narrator, and shadow tentacle play!

When I met the Monroe brothers, it was under unfavorable circumstances. I was supposed to be their revenge, but it blossomed into so much more. They became mine, just as I became theirs. Now, days with them feel like a distant dream. I spent so many years running from my inevitable fate, but my father tracked me down and dragged me back to Rogue. He aims to marry me off to his second-in-command to ensure his legacy. Power and greed fuel them both.

When Ashley leaves a review on a site for adult items, moaning about her husband's lack of interest, she doesn't expect anyone to care. But one man does. He fixates on her and decides to show her exactly how attractive he finds her. The collar she purchased won't go unused. No. She'll become his perfect pet.

For centuries, Randi has waited for all her mates to arrive and awaken her omega designation. She spends her days in lonely flight and her nights managing her rut bar, Frenzy. Now, the wolf shifters are on the verge of extinction. The mate runes have vanished, and alphas are turning feral. With Frenzy's services in high demand, the Wolf King sets his sights on the dragon, wanting her magic for his own.

He's not just going to mark me. He's going to breed me. I'm completely bare and shamefully on display, fully aware that in a few short moments I'll be writhing and screaming as one brutal climax after another ravages my helplessly bound body. Because the alpha wolf who has claimed and marked me is coming to breed me again. And no matter how desperately I strain against my bonds, he's going to take what's his.

When I find myself snowed in and alone while I'm supposed to be on a girls' trip in the mountains, there's a knock on the door I don't expect. I open it to find three sexy strangers who are about to turn my whole world upside down. Realization that we're scent matches has them feral and determined. That's how I found myself thrown over one of their shoulders and swept away to their cabin.

Just how many students are going to fall victim to the sleeping curse? The prophecy continues to move forward, dragging more and more students into an unending sleep. Mara tries to navigate her new relationships, balancing fate with her need to learn more about the world she finds herself thrust into. Walking the path the stars do tread is proving difficult for all. Jealousy and lust exist side by side, and some still struggle with admitting how they feel.

A shocking revelation has torn the Shadowed Souls apart, splintering them from within. Now fractured and facing unseen dangers, the remaining members are forced to make an impossible choice: search for Wyatt, their self-destructive leader, or protect the feisty ballet dancer they've all come to cherish, Avery. Avery swept into their lives and captured their hearts, becoming the embodiment of everything these damaged men have always craved—a love to hold on to, a family to call their own.

One wild night with a bad-boy billionaire led to two pink lines on a little blue stick. Now, three hot-as-sin hockey stars are saying I belong to them. Carter, the tattooed hottie with a body built for sin, was supposed to be a one-night escape. But now, I'm the Chicago Icebreakers' new physical therapist, and the team's golden boy is back in my life—setting me on fire every time he's near. His bruiser teammate Axel, my brother's best friend, is all smoldering charm and wicked grins. He's always been off-limits, except now he's looking at me like I'm his next goal.

My life was progressing nicely until my brother died. Since his death, I've ached to feel human again, and the feeling I gravitate towards most is danger. I'd never experienced that feeling… until Harry St. James stumbled into my ex-boyfriend's house at three a.m., covered in blood. It just so happens that his secrets hold the terror and release that I crave. And I'll stop at nothing to experience it.

I've always been the hunter, but now I'm also the hunted. Every clue we unravel entangles us further in a web of power and deception stretching far beyond the university. In this supernatural game of cat and mouse, love is our most potent magic and our greatest weakness. The fight for our immortal happily ever after had better be worth the price of our souls.

It's been three months since my best friend Edie disappeared. The cops don't care, so if anyone's going to find her, it's me. Until I make the mistake of stopping at a roadside diner in southern Louisiana. Now, a seriously unhinged serial killer has me chained up in his crumbling old house in the middle of nowhere. He says he's not allowed to kill me. So what's he going to do to me instead?

I've lived a carefully cultivated life on a quiet suburban cul-de-sac. My anonymity and meticulous routine are all by design. No one knows of the monster that lurks inside me, this insatiable urge to commit murder, that thrives just beneath my pastel sweater vests and buttoned-up demeanor. No one, that is, until my tiny menace of a neighbor comes along and ruins everything.

I've given up a lot to pursue a career in professional wrestling, and I'm not going to have it all derailed by an uncouth ghoul with a huge chip on his shoulder, who decided he disliked me for no reason on his very first day at Goliaths. Vince Burke has been the thorn in my side for five long years, but things have taken a turn for the worse. Management is threatening to get involved. I refuse to let Burke take the life I've worked so hard to build from me, so I try to be on my best behaviour at work, but something about him just gets to me. He consumes my thoughts. I can't stand him.

Daisy Dumont tries so hard to be normal. She doesn't talk about the night her parents were murdered, or the fact that she can't remember it. She certainly doesn't talk about her imaginary friend who disappeared shortly afterward. Then the MRF calls. The research facility finally admits that they took her former friend, and now they want her help to save him.

Oli is not happy with his lot in life as a thrall, a slave to the noble family he has served since birth. If he believed in the old gods, he would curse them to their faces that a thrall is the most he could ever be. Few even worship the gods anymore, yet Oli is tasked with tending to their altar at the foot of the oldest tree in the nearby wood—where he is happy to defile it whenever the noble family's son wants him on his knees. After his most recent tryst, however, he learns how real the gods are.

He's stalking me. Someone has been in my home, left messages on my wall. I've had dreams that a stranger in a mask touches me while I'm sleeping, forcing my body to bend to his wicked ways. But I want more. Crave more. He has the key to release me from my prison. Can I trust him, or will he be the end of me instead?