Resultados Editorial "Audible Studios" en Narrativa femenina

There's a reason he's called Mr. Silver Tongue. Blake Silverton could sweet talk an angel into sin. Fierce small-town fire chief. Rough velvet voice. Drop dead gorgeous. Don't even get me started on the tortured single dad thing. Wintering in Heart's Edge isn't a choice when my van goes kaboom! Neither is gawking at the human bulldozer who keeps charging to my rescue. If only we could stop butting heads. But I'm a healer. What's wrong with offering a grumpasaurus a massage? I'm hardly obsessed.

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.

Her beauty almost certainly saved her from the rising Nazi party and led to marriage with an Austrian arms dealer. Underestimated in everything else, she overheard the Third Reich's plans while at her husband's side, understanding more than anyone would guess. She devised a plan to flee in disguise from their castle, and the whirlwind escape landed her in Hollywood. She became Hedy Lamarr, screen star.

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.

She thought this was a game. She thought she could walk away. She thought wrong. I've lived a cold, unforgiving life. I've seen things, I've done things, that would break a man. If they didn't kill him first. With my past behind me, I have nothing. No way to atone for my sins and nothing to lift me from the depths of despair I've come from. And no one to give me the control that I so desperately desire.

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 believe in soul mates but I never wanted to fall in love with mine. Two men want my heart. One is everything I want. The other is everything I need. One makes me feel safe. The other makes me feel terrified and wonderful all at the same time. Both of them have secrets. But to be fair, so do I.

I just ran into the girl who got away. Holding a hate letter addressed to me. And now we're stranded in an elevator. Last time we kissed, it was final. I wasn't supposed to see her again. Not in this city. On this elevator. The moment it craps out, stranding us overnight with animal cravings and fencing lies. Last time we kissed, how could we know our next might truly, madly, beautifully restore us?

I was only a boy when I saw my mother murdered in front of me. That does something to a man. It turns him hard, cold, and makes him an addict for control. In all things. My desires are dark and what I'm interested in is far more than simple submission. I've been waiting for someone as broken as me. Someone who truly needs to give up complete control and rely on me to take away her pain. And then I found her. Katia. My kitten. The moment I laid eyes on her gorgeous face, full lips, and seductive curves, she stole the air from my lungs.

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.

I'm in the midst of scrawling "I quit!" onto his fancy cardstock letterhead when my boss corners me. He needs a favor, he says. And then he asks how well I can act. Hudson Rutherford needs a fiancée. With his old-moneyed parents forcing him to marry some bratty hotel heiress and his hedonistic, playboy lifestyle at stake, the only way to get them to back off is to make them think he's truly, madly, deeply in love...with me - his third personal assistant this year. But I can hardly stand working for him as it is.

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.