Resultados Editorial "Audible Studios" en Narrativa femenina

I might not be a wizard, but I’ve got magic below the belt. When I see Kaya for the first time, I know I have to make her mine. She thinks she is nothing special, just a waitress. But she has no idea how her curves make me feel. How bad I want to touch her skin. But she’s not safe with me. Not until I exterminate this threat. The Dark Legions are going down. For good this time.

Carla ha vent'anni e sogna la libertà. Odia l'amore da cui scappa per non esserne dipendente, odia la mancanza d'amore che la fa sentire sola e la costringe alla continua ricerca di altro, ma soprattutto odia la sua famiglia: collusa con la malavita, l'ha privata dell'amor proprio e dell'affetto di suo fratello Claudio, l'unico sentimento in grado di farla sentire completa. Giunta a Roma da un piccolo paesino del Salento, disillusa ma affamata di vita, Carla cerca sé stessa nella stravagante umanità che incontra.

Hi, I'm Radhika Mehta, and I'm getting married this week. I work at Goldman Sachs, an investment bank. Thank you for hearing my story. However, let me warn you. You may not like me too much. One, I make a lot of money. Two, I have an opinion on everything. Three, I have had a boyfriend before. Ok, maybe two. Best-selling author Chetan Bhagat, writing for the first time in a female voice, brings to you One Indian Girl, the heart-warming story of a modern Indian girl.

Renata tiene catorce años y la certeza de que es feliz por la muerte de su madre: Sabina. Los lectores desconocemos sus impulsos y precisamente esa incógnita es la que nos mantiene enmarañados en esta historia que muestra personajes complejos, trazados con una pluma que sin duda sabe contar historias. El origen de todos los males muestra de lo que es capaz un ser cuando los celos se convierten en su mayor motivación.

Un'istantanea in bianco e nero coglie una donna dalla bellezza struggente immersa in una vasca da bagno del tutto ordinaria. Guardando bene, però, in basso ci sono degli anfibi sporchi di fango, e in un angolo, sulla sinistra, un piccolo quadro. Il viso nella cornice è quello di Adolf Hitler, il fango è quello di Dachau; lei, la donna, è Lee Miller: ha da poco scattato le prime immagini del campo di concentramento liberato, e ora si sta lavando nella vasca del Führer.

My new neighbor hasn’t gotten the memo about me. She’s a walking, talking firecracker, and I can’t help but imagine what that feistiness is like in bed. She’s full of dangerous curves and a smart mouth that draws me to her like nothing I’ve ever felt. We couldn’t be more different. I’m a grumpy asshole, and she’s a sassy princess, but somehow, she sees through me, and our spark is undeniable. The question is...will we light up like pretty fireworks or a devastating explosion?

Corinna, bella e inquieta, arriva a Firenze dal Sud Italia. Studia all'università ma sogna di diventare una scrittrice come il suo fidanzato, Jacopo, più grande di lei, milanese, ricco e affermato. Vivono una storia a distanza, lui le paga gli studi e la sostiene. Lei si sente sola e sfoga le sue ansie strappandosi i capelli. Sullo sfondo di una lunga estate, Corinna scava nella radice feroce della sua storia e tenta di dar voce con l'inchiostro alle sue ferite.

Carpi, profonda Emilia - Una donna fa posto a uno sguardo, nuovo e strano. Soprattutto fa posto a una crepa che non ci doveva essere. Da qualche parte, nel suo corpo, una ferita. Il regalino, di cui non si potrà disfare più, del corpo a corpo col nemico che non sapeva di avere. Succede, quando sul tuo cartellino è stampata ogni giorno l'ora d'inizio e fine della tua guerra in fabbrica. Un romanzo sensazionale sul mobbing, tradotto in Francia dalla casa editrice Gallimard.

Jen Campbell está convencida de que el amor, no está hecho para ella. No después de haber sido engañada de la misma manera en sus dos matrimonios. Así que, para ella, es más divertido y menos complicado tener «amigos ocasionales» y concentrar toda su energía en sacar adelante su negocio de las flores y la pastelería que abrieron ella, su mejor amiga y dos fabulosas mujeres más.

Madrid, 1954, un escándalo sin precedentes, que salpica a las más altas esferas de poder, sumerge a España en el morbo. ¿Quién fue Margarita? Ella te relatará cómo, desde muy joven, tuvo que soportar el yugo impuesto por ser mujer en aquel tiempo, un lastre que la privó de los mismos derechos de los que disfrutaban los hombres.

I trust no one. I thrive with control and I've learned to be ruthless and coldhearted. A love life? I'm not interested. But I still have desires. That's where Dahlia came in; my treasure. She had never been a submissive before and I was eager to train her. When I saw her on stage at the auction, dressed in gold, I knew I had to have her. She's mine for an entire month. I own her. But one lie changed everything.

Claire Gracen's life is picture perfect. Her career as a marketing director is on the brink of being legendary, and her marriage to her high school sweetheart has never been stronger. No, wait. It has. It used to be amazing and fulfilling, but one day Claire realizes that she's been living a lie and her best friend and husband have committed the ultimate betrayal. Broken and depressed, Claire is in need of something new - new city, new job, new friends.

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.

I'm on my last nerve. And I'm supposed to marry him to save my skin. Riker Woods might be God's hottest contradiction. Perfectly damaged. Stubborn soul. Moth to flame gaze. Single dad. Fierce protector. Kind...when he thinks no one's looking. Then along came little old me.

Accidentally hitched to a dream. Now for the catch.... I didn't even say "I do." One crank call and I'm insta-wife to a tattooed behemoth and mother to his kids. He's paying my idiot boss a fortune for the perfect lie. Because trouble found Miller Rush, and he found me. A rock-hard, overprotective rebel with a cause. Father of the century. Abs wound tighter than his attitude. A broodylicious bull stomping around my house, barking orders. Something's got to give, okay? But it won't be me.

Pinch me. I can't believe I'm working under him. Dr. Gray Caldwell. Hottest, swooniest, stormiest bachelor ever. Insanely tall. Unfair perfection. Intimidating abs and X-ray glares. Doc puts the animal back in veterinarian. My dream job should be all puppies and kittens. Turns out, my new boss hates three things: 1. Small town drama. Baby, we've got tons. 2. Pets in distress - and he's their hero every time. 3. Anybody poking around his past. Like me. Oh, crud. But how could I resist the best mystery in Heart's Edge?

Marshal Howard is a death wish wrapped in mystery. Cold, rude, insanely overprotective single dad. Everyone in our little town warned me to stay far, far away. I didn't listen. I answered the castoff's nanny ad because no one else would. I got too close. I saw through his vicious reputation. He's a man who's turning my heart inside out, making me a fool. If it was just the bad blood with him and my family, maybe we'd work through this. Maybe we'd find paradise. Just me, him, and that adorable little girl. But surprises come in threes. Like the lines on the pregnancy test.

I never knew what hit me. Rex stormed into my little world with two adorable twin boys and no apologies. Bearish. Short-fused. Consuming. Huge. Torturously gorgeous. Leave-your-heart-in-pieces wrong. Did I mention HUGE? He's instant trouble the second he checks into our lodge and my overprotective grandpa hires him. Then I catch him staring with that knowing ache in his eyes. I forget what trouble even means. He also needs a nanny. Sold.

They say that life is a beautiful lie and death a painful truth. They're right. No one has ever made me feel more alive than the guy who serves as a constant reminder that my clock is ticking. He is my forbidden, shiny apple. The striking fallacy to my blunt, raw, truth. He is also my sister's ex-boyfriend. One thing you should know before you judge me: I saw him first. I craved him first. I loved him first. Eleven years later, he waltzed into my life, demanding a second chance. Dean Cole wants to be my bronze horseman. Hopefully, he isn't too late.

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.