Resultados Editorial "Audible Studios" en Narrativa femenina

Jack Valentini isn't my type. Sexy, brooding cowboys are fine in the movies, but in real life, I prefer a suit and tie. Proper manners. A close shave. Jack might be gorgeous, but he's also scruffy, rugged, and rude. He wants nothing to do with a "rich city girl" like me, and he isn't afraid to say so. But I've got a PR job to do for his family's farm, so he's stuck with me and I'm stuck with him. His glares. His moods. His tight jeans. His muscles. His huge, hard muscles.

Oliver Steele is supposed to be my knight in shining armor. He's tall, handsome, and as cocky as he is rich. With his good looks and charm, no one's going to suspect a thing. No one's going to believe our engagement is fake. But he's taking this thing way too far. The way he wraps his arm around me like I'm his. The way he kisses me and presses his hard body up against mine. I almost believe that it's real. Almost.

It was an innocent mistake...All workaholic real estate broker Addison Andrews wanted was one night of pleasure, and picking the right guy was no different than shopping from a catalog, thanks to the dating app on her phone. His name was Wilder, and his profile was blank - just a sexy picture of a man who promised every wicked intention of a one-night stand. The agreement was simple. One night. No last names.

Nora, con tan sólo 26 años, es dueña de su propia empresa y todo le sonríe en el ámbito profesional. Sin embargo, su vida sentimental brilla por su ausencia y el coraje que demuestra en los negocios lo pierde frente a los hombres. Un día va a ver una obra de teatro y se queda prendada del actor protagonista y decide que, por una vez, ella será la que tome las riendas y se propone conquistarle, pase lo que pase. Ya está bien de esperar a que él dé el primer paso.

Cielo Cruel es una novela generacional que narra el descubrimiento del deseo en tres mujeres. Como un viaje iniciático, el anhelo de conocer el mar será para Mar, la hija, un punto de encuentro entre la pasión y la lucidez de un despertar sensual, ahí donde el mundo se registra a través de la sensación de poseer un par de piernas que parecen gobernarse solas y que la llevan a explorar los meandros de la piel.

Oliver Major was the only lunk brave enough to tame me. Strict. Rich. Deliciously handsome. The right kind of scary. And the scary kind of right. He was my rugged oasis in high-stakes corporate hell. The day he disappeared without a trace sheared my soul. Years later, I'm on a date with destiny. A risky mission seeking answers to my train wreck of a life. Then a little tip from Heart's Edge blows open the shocking truth. What Galentron Inc. took from me isn't gone.

In 1909, Clementine steps off a train with her new husband, Winston. An angry woman emerges from the crowd to attack, shoving him in the direction of an oncoming train. Just before he stumbles, Clementine grabs him by his suit jacket. This will not be the last time Clementine Churchill will save her husband. Lady Clementine is the ferocious story of the ambitious woman beside Winston Churchill, the story of a partner who did not flinch through the sweeping darkness of war, and who would not surrender either to expectations or to enemies.

I'm about to go nuclear. Yet I have to smile and pretend I won't slap him into the next century. James Nobel and I have history. A man like him breaks laws with that suit and that smirk. So how could I ever forget my first? Or pelting an Adonis with crumpled love notes in class? We were young and dumb and lied about forever. Then he disappeared. Maybe I always wanted to know why, but not like this. James, my personal bodyguard. James, who still makes me crave one more night of bad decisions. Worse, we're snowed in with my very important father and his enemies.

After a two-year struggle to conceive ends with her husband getting another woman pregnant, Grace "Britches Get Stitches" Evans is taking out her frustrations on the roller-derby track. Full-contact violence and absolutely no cheating men? Best divorce-support group ever. Grace is reclaiming one piece of her broken heart at a time - starting with the family dog, which she lost in the divorce. When the dognapping ends with a call to the police, the best revenge shows up at her door in the form of Officer Jason Bradley. He's hot. He loves animals. And he's her ex-husband's best friend.

Never, ever fall for your brother's hot older friend. I flunked the test the instant I laid eyes on Landon Strauss. Tall. Ripped. Commanding. Irresistibly alpha. He gave a damn like no one else did. His soul-searing eyes saw me, not just a nerd girl next door. I had my idol, my destiny, and names for our future kids picked.

The one thing that obsesses, captivates, and seduces me? Money. I'm a self-made billionaire, and running my business empire means I've got better things to do than bother with women. They can throw themselves at me all they want - I can't be tempted. Until my newest executive secretary's first day on the job. One glance at her and I forget about spreadsheets and quarterly earnings, because her curves are pure sin. Her mouth is the wickedest distraction I've ever seen.

His proposal came in a little black envelope with 13 unlucky words: You still owe me that favor, doll, and I'm cashing in. Marry me. In a normal life, I'd never get hitched to Calvin Randolph. Not with his heart-stopping blue eyes, infamous player reputation, and an ego bigger than the part of his anatomy he loves boasting about the most. Been there, done that. All except the last part, which he's left to my shameful imagination for seven years apart. Of course, the fake fiancée contract I just signed is anything but normal.

Jack and Maggie Harris are adrift on ravaged streets during the London Blitz. Their home is gone. They have nowhere to go and nothing left to lose. With only the memories of their greatest loss - the death of their child during a Christmas years before - Jack and Maggie settle in a seemingly deserted mansion for the night.

I knew she'd ruin me. But I wanted her anyway. I was born into wealth and my name comes with a reputation. One I've upheld and leveraged for power. Now everyone owes me and I plan to keep it that way. Until she's offered to me. My sweetheart. Only for a single month to repay a debt. Her tempting curves call to me and beg me to risk it all. I shouldn't take her, I shouldn't even consider his offer. Women like her bring men to their knees.

I can't say they didn't warn me. Right now, I realize: I probably should have listened. Because if there's anyone who has no business playing a sport that requires a helmet, pads, and a liability waiver, it's this girl. The same girl who once knocked herself out during a game of backyard baseball. I stepped up to the plate, pulled the bat back a little too far to swing, and clocked myself in the back of the skull. Boom. Lights Out Lucy. That's how I got my roller derby name. So yeah. Maybe I should have known better.

I've known Caleb Strong for over a year. We have a special kind of friendship - we make crude comments, double entendres, and tease each other mercilessly. But we've never crossed that line. We're just friends. Until we start working together to renovate my childhood home. Seeing him shirtless working out in the sun is making me want something more. The way his corded forearms twist every screw, the way his biceps flex as he swings his hammer... I want to feel what that brute strength can do to me.

I'm so done with men. I don't care if he looks like Ryan Gosling with a ten-inch cucumber in his pants and says he wants me to have his babies. Just, no. I'm done. I can't pick them. To make matters worse, the real estate investment company I work for is on the verge of collapse. There's one deal that can save it, and it's all up to me. I make this deal or look for a new job. Problem is, I'm competing with the arrogant jerk who started my whole bad luck streak with men.

Country music god Beau Mason has just announced his retirement from the business at age 30, and I've just scored the interview of a lifetime. My network is flying me to Kentucky for his final interview, and at his request I'll be spending a few days with him at his ranch. I should be thrilled. But I'm not. Beau and I have a history, and I haven't seen him since he obliterated my heart at the tender age of 18.

My Papai always said wine made everything better. Countless times he uttered those familiar words to me - "The Merlot will melt your problems away, meu amor. With a good bottle of wine in your hand, you hold the magical key to anything you want." I believed my father wholeheartedly, until my world came crashing down on me at 24 years old. It wasn't going to take wine to help Brody and I find our way back to one another. It was going to take fighting...not only for our love - but for my life.

Five minutes after walking through the door, I hated the sexy Greydon West. I wondered why he’d ever had kids in the first place. The broody, single father of two didn’t know the meaning of the word fun. The only things my regimented, hot-tempered boss seemed to care about were his ridiculous spreadsheets. But for some reason, his prickly, stiff-mannered disposition made me curious about what was hidden beneath that exterior. Then, one day I stumbled upon the key that unlocked the mystery of Dr. West.