Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Romantica

It was never meant to be more than a dare: A party game. A dare. A single kiss. That’s all it took to flip my world upside down. I’ve always classified myself as straight, and as far as I can tell, so has he. I didn’t think one kiss would change that, but I was so wrong. Now, I can’t stop thinking about him. My best friend. Aspen. His taste is branded in my memory, his touch seared in my skin. And I want more. Which is why I start tossing out new dares. Riskier ones that toe lines we never thought we’d cross. But there’s so much more at stake here. Like my heart.

The last thing I expect when I meet the new guy at work is for my life to be thrown into chaos. I've spent years hiding my attraction to men, but Luka is funny, outgoing, and for reasons I can't explain, he sees past my introverted nature and wants to be friends. I've never felt a connection with anyone like I do with Luka. He makes me want to open up and share the parts of myself I usually keep hidden. I don't want to make things awkward between us, but the more I try to get over my feelings, the harder it is to stay away.

I earned my reputation among magicians for a reason: one wrong move and you're dead. Killer, they called me, and killing is what I'm best at. Except her. The one I was supposed to take, the one I should have killed–I didn't. The cult that once controlled me wants her, and I'm not about to lose my new toy to them.

What do you do when your whole life unravels in front of your eyes? How do you handle betrayal by those closest to you? After catching my husband in a compromising position, I have some decisions to make.

Selling my virginity wasn't how I saw my first week of college going. But after my parents cut me off, an offer from a gorgeous rich stranger doesn't sound so bad. It's only twenty-four hours and I'll never have to see him again. Wrong. Much to my horror, the stranger is Oliver Godfrey, the captain of my fencing team. As if that isn't bad enough, his parents own half the city. There is no escape from him or the way he makes me feel.

They're supposed to be enemies. It takes one night with a masked man to change that all. They crave the next touch of the person they hate the most. Desperate for that next taste of the person they can't stand. Waiting for that anonymous text message to accelerate their heartbeats. The thrill of the chase with the forbidden fruit is enough to blur the lines and the world around them. The first problem? They both have girlfriends. The worst problem? They're stepbrothers.

The first time I witnessed death was my mother's when I was eight years old. It devastated me. The second was at sixteen when I stumbled on my stepfather's body after he was brutally murdered. That one screwed me up in a different way. Since then, I've kept my shadows at bay, my secrets locked up tight. That is, until Stone Wakefield joins my college hockey team.

They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me—male or female—for their lustful desires. And, when they storm into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervene to protect her. I make them take me too.

Loving Isaia Del Rossa is like drowning in darkness. And with every possessive touch, every whispered command, I sink deeper under his spell. On this island, there is no outside world. No past. No future. Only him. His hands, his mouth, his obsession. He worships me, breaks me, makes me beg for the kind of pleasure I should fear. And he kills for me like it's nothing. Because to Isaia… I'm everything. But love shouldn't feel like a cage.

Finn Summers can't feel fear. This causes Finn to take unnecessary risks—especially when it comes to his favorite sport in the world: Surfing. When Finn hears a rumor about a beach called Leviathans—located in the small town of Stars Cove, California—the promise of twenty-five-foot swells is too exciting for him to pass up. However, Leviathan's beach has a dark history.

In a small town like ours, you're either straight or you keep your mouth shut. Being gay would be dirty. Touching the guy who's been your stepbrother since you were three would be dirty. Falling in love with him would be even worse. I protect him because it's my job. I resist him because I have to. But when one night leads to two, and two nights lead to more, lines are blurred and morals are tossed, and my sanity takes a walk.

Keeping her safe was my job. Keeping her for myself became my obsession. She is a Russian mafia princess, kidnapped to be used as a pawn in a deadly turf war. I was hired to bring her home, but the moment I saw her I knew I must have her for myself. She can run, but I will always be watching from the shadows. Like a feral beast stalking his prey, waiting for the right moment to take what is mine. I am her protector, but no one can protect her from me.

My mother taught me the rules of being a mafia princess. Don't ask stupid questions. Smile even when it hurts. Stay pretty and pure and perfect. Following the rules got her killed. So I do the one thing my mother couldn't: I run, leaving my fiancé at the altar, my throne empty, and my life behind. Five years later, I stumble back home looking for answers... and instead, they find me. The ex, the bodyguard, and the billionaire. Kings of the city, sitting on a stolen throne. They've changed all the rules. They don't want a pretty, polite princess. They demand a queen.

The path to self-acceptance has always felt like an uphill battle for me. It's hard not to feel that way when the most important people in my life decided long ago they can't accept me as I am, that they don't want a gay son, a feminine son, a boy who likes pretty things. Caring for myself from a young age has come with a lot of hardships, but finding myself bruised, homeless, and sleeping in my car just about tops the list. Fortunately, the person I least expect offers to take me in and share his home with me.

Ash Summers is the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen. He’s also a total d*ck, and I hate him more than anything. That feeling is mutual, by the way, as he does nothing but torment me. Oh, and did I mention he’s my stepbrother? Messing with Ash is all fun and games until our parents force us to room together during our final year at college. Sharing an apartment with him only makes me hate him more. Until it doesn’t.

From the moment I spotted him on the side of the road, I knew he was trouble. Now I'm kneeling at the mercy of a masked devil with my boyfriend's blood on my hands. He tells me to call him Saint because he saved me... that I should be thankful he spared me a worse fate. I'm tempted to fight him or bargain. But when Saint tells me to run, a twisted part of me wonders if he'll chase.

When my best friend drags me to a vampire dinner club as her wingman, I'm determined—I won't end up on the menu. No eye contact. No flirting. Definitely no biting. Then he appears. Deadly attractive with a voice smooth like velvet, he murmurs into my ear, his lips graze my wrist, and I forget my resolve. The rush of his venom in my veins feels like falling off the world's edge. The lust consumes me, intoxicating and irreversible. I leave in a daze. I shouldn't have succumbed so easily, and I won't come back.

He gave me everything I wanted, right down to the sparkly pearl necklace and the wild, crazy ride on his North Pole, but this sexy Santa has a dark secret. For years, he's been watching me while I sleep, and he knows how much I can take. I always thought Santa was about spreading joy at Christmas, but I couldn't have been more wrong. This filthy Santa prefers to spread something else, and as long as he's willing to give, I'm more than happy to take.

The world sees Gabriel Black as a golden god: successful, gorgeous, charismatic, and untouchable. The good guy. But I've peeked behind the mask and seen the brutal devil that lurks like poison under the surface. And he knows it, too. Now, I need a miracle—and money—to save my father's life and pay off the crime boss he's in deep with. Gabriel needs a wife to further his political career. It's a match made in hell to a secret psychopath who knows my darkest, most depraved fantasies. And I'm about to learn the only thing more dangerous than being chased by a monster:

Foxglove Noire thought she had left Noire House and the nefarious underworld of the Anguis behind for good. But no matter how far she ran, she was never going to be safe from the forested mansion of her childhood—a truth she is confronted with when she is drugged, abducted, and dragged back to Port Macabre, a hostage to three brutes as beautiful as they are cruel.