Resultados Editorial "Podium Audio" en Policíaca, negra y suspense

The golden years are tainted red with murder on Spartina Island. When Courtney Evanson's body is found in the dunes of Spartina Island, the peaceful facade of the retirement haven is shattered. Retired detective Sean Tanner teams up with Detective Sergeant Charlie Nash, diving into a case that's far more twisted than they imagined. A stolen credit card initially offers a promising lead, but when their main suspect turns up dead, all their theories unravel. The investigation grinds to a halt—until The Mudflats Murder Club uncovers a crucial piece of evidence.

Parker Hayes has finally found her rhythm at Catch You Latte, her cozy cafe known for frothy lattes and mouthwatering desserts. But when a glitzy engagement party ends in murder, Parker's peaceful routine gets a sprinkle of chaos. The victim has ties to Parker's assistant, Hazel, pulling Parker into an investigation she'd rather avoid. As she digs deeper, she uncovers whispers of shady dealings and a scheme that could rock Magnolia Grove's picture-perfect reputation.

Early one summer morning, the body of twenty-one-year-old Blair Taylor is found floating in the neighborhood pool. Was it an accident, or was Blair murdered the night of the annual summer picnic? Suddenly, the upper-class gated community where Blair's family and friends live doesn't feel safe. Blair's case is assigned to Detective Sadie Lawson. As she and her partner, Rhett Callahan, begin interviewing the neighbors, they realize everyone had a motive and had an opportunity. It doesn't take a detective to figure out that everyone on this street is lying to them.

Upon discovering that the devilishly sexy Italian who asked me to dinner tonight is a powerful mafia boss, I promised myself I'd be a responsible girl and make an excuse to leave early. But then I tried to get a recording of him for my best friend's crime podcast and ended up bare-assed over his knee for a spanking that left me so shamefully wet there was no doubt he could see it. Now I'm bare and bound to his bed. And he's going to make me his one helpless, desperate climax at a time.

I was always told people grew roots where they were planted. But mine developed between the hearts of two brothers. For as long as I could remember, they were my protectors, living on the opposite end of the manor. It was when I turned eight that I realized the truth. The twins were never supposed to protect me. It was the other way around, and I would grow up to be the one who kept our family safe. As time went on, they were forced to watch while I was broken and reshaped into the weapon needed to break us free from the cage our family had been forced into.

I never meant to build a life among the dead—but it was the one thing that made sense. The work was quiet, methodical. It gave me space to breathe. To keep things simple. Then Patrick Dalton walked into my life. Warm, charming, gentle, devastatingly perfect. He made my chest ache, even when I tried to keep him at arm's length. And he made me want more. And for a while, I let myself believe I could have that. But life has a way of shifting itself. And the things we think we've buried don't always stay gone.

I'm an omega born in the wrong skin. Patient #496. Jinx Blackwood. Gemini. They said I was missing. Swapped. Unfit to serve Fate's design. But Fate made a mistake. I was never meant for the world outside. I belong in the dark. Six years ago, I was stolen from Ravenscroft Asylum and dumped into a life meant for my twin sister. But now I've clawed my way back to where I truly belong—the haunted halls, the blood-soaked beds, and the underground cages they swore I'd never return to because I didn't come back for answers. I came back for them.

One breakdown, and I ended up behind the locked doors of Bluebone Ridge Sanitarium. Something is wrong here. It whispers through the cracked windows, coils beneath the floorboards, and breathes in the frozen Washington air that never truly warms, even in the summer. Something hungry. At night, the screaming starts. I'm locked in like prey, and the dark watches with hollow eyes. When someone—or something—finally sets me free, it isn't a mercy. Because whatever haunted Bluebone Ridge followed me out. It's ancient… starving. And now it knows my scent and the taste of my blood.

Was it a sin to hate the dead? It was something I had pondered many times over the past ten months. Although it wasn't why I required medication to sleep at night. I wasn't truly concerned about the level of darkness that resided in my soul. It was the images of the night I had watched a bullet take down the boy I had loved most of my life. Seeing the life leave his body, the way his eyes had gone void. It haunted me. Even now that I knew he'd betrayed me. That what I thought had been real had all been a lie. Crosby Cash had been in love, alright, just not with me.

I didn't inherit my empire—I bled for it. I carved my place in this brutal world with bloodstained hands and a crown made of bones. I don't need a king. I don't answer to men who think they can tame me. But enemies are circling, waiting for me to break. And the biggest threat of all? Lucky Gatti. He's fire in a tailored suit, sin wrapped in arrogance. A walking threat to everything I've built. He's here to ruin me. To burn me down. The worst part? I might let him.

Before they took turns with my virgin body, these fearsome alpha shifters didn't just spank me into shameful surrender. They made me admit what my helpless arousal already made obvious first. I'm their mate. And whether they're mounting and rutting me one at a time or filling me in every way all at once, I'll fall asleep between them each night with their seed still dripping down my thighs. Because I don't belong to just one of them. I belong to the whole pack.

"On the other side of that door is the man you're going to marry." My father's chilling command sends a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, it clicks. The mysteriously gifted dress. The innocent-looking invitation. This isn't dinner. It's a wedding. My goddamn wedding. The doors swing open... And towering at the altar, all muscle, ink, and menace—Leon Natali. The monster I've cursed since I was old enough to know his name. He's older. Colder. Desperate for an heir. And I'm the gift-wrapped offering meant to seal a blood-soaked alliance.

The Hopi share tales of a devastating global flood like those found in cultures across the world. But some also speak of beings from the stars, massive flying objects, and a cataclysmic war between two hyper-advanced civilizations—Atlantis and Lemuria—that triggered this flood. But what if these stories aren't just mythology? What if they're real?

When Sarah Wilderman is forced into an internship for the digital archive project DORESPRE in Seville to redeem herself after cheating on her exams, she expects it to be a slow summer. Then the priests start getting burned alive, and to stop the killer, Sarah and her new boss, Patrick Bauer, must solve a century-old mystery. But the deeper they dive into the secrets of the Spanish Inquisition and the Vatican itself, the more they realize the danger they are in. Because the killer will do whatever it takes to keep the secrets hidden.

After a bungled job, I'm forced to escape and abandon everything. It's not the worst to happen, being sent to Ireland is. My next assignment, bring down four men involved in the Irish Mafia. First, I'm put on leave and, as a favour, I end up "married" to two strangers on St. Patrick's Day in Genoa. In the early morning, I run and hide. I have to. The scent of danger that swirls around them is intoxicatingly perfect. I never thought I'd see them again, but they refuse to let go of vows we supposedly made years ago.

A male escort in pursuit of independence, no matter the cost. A dollar store cashier with an unhealthy fixation. And a married man whose double life promises to be his undoing. As their fates converge at the lonesome motel, the guest in Room 10 watches. Waits. Hungers. The darkness is her playground. The night is still young. And their nightmare is only just beginning....

Former Marine Raider Max Ahlgren booked the fishing adventure of a lifetime—until a fiery plane crash strands him and his son, David, in the vast, unforgiving wilderness of northern Canada. Starving and exhausted, they stumble onto a top-secret pharmaceutical compound guarded by ruthless mercenaries. Captured and imprisoned, Max and David must muster every ounce of ingenuity and grit to engineer a daring escape.

Riven Thane has survived nearly the first half of his journey into the Abyssal Descent, but questions are starting to arise. It seems the Blood God isn't as transparent as he pretends to be. Whispers of lost fragments of the Blood subpillar have surfaced, crucial knowledge that could elevate Riven above the rest of his generation—or brand him a heretic and see him torn apart by the clergy. But he's not alone in walking this sinful path. Elder Thune and his agents are plotting in the dark, and every move Riven makes draws the attention of rivals who're just as desperate to ascend in power.

I've never believed in coincidences. I am a man who believes in facts. It wasn't a coincidence that my papà was the last person to see Ocean before she disappeared. The deeper I dig into her past, the more I find out about the girl who turned my world upside down. I may be a liar, but Ocean lied too. But now I know who she truly is...and what she is capable of.

I'm hunted. By my father's insane followers on social media and by a dangerous masked man in real life. I'm his prey. They wage a total war on my life, and danger hides behind every corner. I can't trust anyone when my brother's best friends—the very ones protecting me—are my prime suspects. The truth is that I can't even trust myself. My fake boyfriend has my heart beating too fast… for real, and there's a secret kiss I can't forget. My hockey gods' roommates call a truce, and that's where the real danger is.