Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Romantica

Jessie Heaton is a fearless, flame-haired computer hacker. Independent and feisty, she’s relied on no one but herself since the age of sixteen. Working for the Russians, she is finally close to getting the one thing she wants most in life, when she’s stopped in her tracks by the notorious Ryan brothers. The Ryans are Irish Mafia. They are unstoppable. No one stands in their way. And nothing comes between a Ryan and his family. That is, until the hurricane that is Jessie crashes into their lives.

These forgotten witches aren't too wicked to fall for. A coven of shadows with a curse on my heart and my house. They bake f*cked-up cupcakes in my kitchen and unalive influencers in my front yard. These men make zombies out of their own relatives, and a panting mess out of their own wife. The Witchwoods are a violent stain on the world. Eradicating that blight is worth the dirty, rotten things we do. With a second coven's sacrifice, we can close the gate. Locking the Hag Wytch in her supernatural prison has to be easier with more witches.

The moment I laid eyes on Aurora, I knew she was mine… That didn't stop me from screwing up our relationship, though. Now she's single again and on the cover of Sports Illustrated for the entire world to see—and I'd do anything to get her back. Anything. No more drugs or alcohol. Leave my temper on the ice. When I bump into Aurora out of the blue, it feels like destiny. She's pregnant and alone, and I'm more than willing to be the man she needs.

All I've known is rejection—from my family and the alpha who should've been my fated mate. My mom hates me, and my dads took off when I was seven for another woman. And my so-called "fated mate," Tyler? Yeah, he rejected me years ago. So here I am—a packless omega, juggling my babysitting business and dodging our creepy pack leader, Henry, who just loves adding omegas to his little harem collection. But Henry's at my door with an invitation to his exclusive party, and I'm not exactly thrilled. Fine, I'll go. I plan on making a quick exit at the party, but then... I see him, Tyler.

Adam Wright may be a self-made billionaire, but he's also a beast. Most children grow up hating a storybook villain. Based on the injuries that man inflicted on my brother, I grew up hating a real one. When he sort of kidnaps me and drags me back to his fairytale mansion, it feels like yet another cliché antihero stunt. Here's the thing, though. Most villains don't weep real tears when they see you having a diabetic episode. They don't abandon their billion-pound empire so they can roll up their sleeves and pull your company back from the brink of bankruptcy.

I like it when people stare. I like the attention. I've never been drawn to the meek or mild. At least, not until I met Hannah Kate, the journalist hired by Dallin to do a story on Twisted Ink and feature me as its best artist. Even her name screams good girl next door. And that's exactly what she is. Sweet. Innocent. Pure. Everything I'd ruin if I had even a small taste of her. The problem? The two hulking neanderthals she's linked herself to in a surprisingly sexy throuple.

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.

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.

Being a romance writer means drawing inspiration from many things, and when I met Dallin, I knew I had the perfect muse. He was everything women read about—tall, tattooed, and irresistibly delicious. Oh, did I mention successful too? He swept me off my feet and right into his bedroom where he awakened things in me, I had only ever written about. He was the bad boy who rode a motorcycle, and I was the good girl next door, yet together we were perfect. Or so I thought. Dallin wants to share me.

When my stepfather dumps me off at Bainbridge Hall, I can tell I'm in trouble. At the mercy of the brotherhood, I'm forced by my mother's husband to follow their every command. I should run. Far, far away. From the moment I arrive, these bastards test me. Every time they push, another piece of my past trauma is exposed. But I'm stronger than they think I am, and I've learned the hard way the only person I can count on is me. One brooding artist. One football god. And one hate-fueled stepbrother.

Jessica is on the run from an abusive ex. With her brother missing and no one else to turn to, she seeks refuge with Caleb and Noah, two men who her brother trusts implicitly. At first, Jessica is hesitant to trust anyone, but as she opens up to Caleb and Noah, she finds herself falling for both of them. As she works to heal from her traumatic past and overcome her fears, she realizes she wants nothing more than to be with them both.

In a realm of orcs and powerful men, Geva Okoro is a proud, impoverished governess trapped in a dismal, dead-end post—until the day the orc breaks in. He's a huge, insolent, arrogant brute, swaggering with smooth, shameless wickedness. But unlike the orcs from the terrifying tales, he only wants one thing from Geva… her employer's gold. There's no escaping his devious clutches, and soon a furious Geva is reduced to raiding her employer's house with an orc. Compromising her career and destroying all her dreams… until the orc proposes another shocking scheme.

I left behind my family, my friends, and everything I've ever known for a chance at a new life–one where I wouldn't be under the strict, oppressive rules of the church. But now, I'm barely surviving in the harsh Chicago winter, living out of my car and saving every penny I can in hopes of making a better life for myself. So when a stranger saves me from certain danger and offers me a place to stay, I can't say no, even if he exemplifies everything I've always been told to avoid.

I was never a beloved daughter. Only a prized possession to be kept in a gilded cage until my father was ready to trade. It was my duty, carved in stone and written in my blood that one day my virtue would be exchanged for an alliance. And now, that day has come. Gian Silvestro, heir to the Silvestro empire, will accept me as his wife. He will seal my fate with a kiss that holds a thousand promises. But to him, our vows only mean one thing: I am bound to him...and shackled to his hate.

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 monster whose touch corrupted me. Break free from the man who seduced me, the beast who gave me a taste of the darkness. But now I crave it. I need it. I need him. And now, I’m his to play with…until I break.

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.

We kidnapped her. A payment for a debt. A very personal one. With our father, “The Collector”, dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls. The Dancer we stole is our captive to play with, to possess, to ruin. And we will destroy her.

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.

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.