Resultados Editorial "Podium Audio" en Comedia romántica

Marry him…or end up broke. It was an obvious choice for me. Marry me…or lose an entire lifetime’s work. The choice was pretty obvious for him too. Never in a million years did I think that I’d be flying to Vegas. Not to get drunk. Not for a bachelorette party. But to get fake married to the man every woman on the planet wants. He’s hot, he’s smart, he’s everything except for my real husband.

The contract says I have to get fake-married to a Witlocke. It doesn't say which Witlocke. Apparently, any stuck-up jerk whose last name begins with W and ends with E will do. Oops, was that my out loud voice? Enter my nemesis, sinfully sexy tech mogul Donovan. We’ve been mortal enemies since third grade, but he’s all too willing to meet me at the altar, for reasons he refuses to share with me. Whatever he's planning for me, it can’t be good.

Pretty, pretentious little liars. I’m surrounded by them everywhere I turn. But I’m learning not everything is as it seems. The ones who I thought were my enemies have become my greatest allies. And the ones who I severely underestimated turned out to be much eviler than I could’ve ever imagined. They say money can’t buy happiness. Well...I’m here to tell you, it can certainly broker a deal with a devil. And the funny thing about dealing with devils? They always come to collect. Too bad for them, I’m going to put up one helluva fight.

I’m just a simple girl who likes dessert. And sexy men. And social media. So starting an anonymous video channel called The Sexpert as a side hustle to make up for my low-paying marketing job at Le Man Magazine seemed like a perfectly sensible career decision. Until we went viral, my boss accused my anonymous personality of stealing his idea, and now my super sexy new boyfriend, Andrew, is out to get me. Her. Me. Whatever.

I had a crush on her all the way through grade school. When Eloise walks into my tattoo parlor, she thinks she knows what she's after - a piercing to help take her where no man ever has. But I don't want to help her the way she thinks....

I know that I should just tell my ex to F-off when he announces to our entire hometown that he intends to get me back. But then I'm given the option to make him miserable instead. Yeah, I definitely go with door number two. Even though it means fake dating my arch-nemesis.

I accepted the live-in personal coaching job with a pro football superstar before I knew who I'd be working with. It turns out he's the quarterback I hooked up with last Halloween—the same one who asked me to leave his private suite at the nightclub when his girlfriend showed up. His girlfriend situation is complicated, but now I'm forced to live with my one-night stand along with his fiancée, who happens to be the team owner's daughter, and their baby. I'm supposed to be coaching him to make better decisions. Meanwhile, he's strutting around, wearing nothing but a towel.

Quirky Holly Jackson was unlucky in love, yet her romantic heart refused to give up her search for companionship—even after her fiancé left her at the altar on Christmas Eve. Grumpy restaurant owner Kai Kane wanted nothing to do with love. Unfortunately for him, when an eccentric Holly kept entering his restaurant nightly with a different first date, his annoyance grew. When Kai volunteered to help Holly find a suitor, it was for one reason only: to get her out of his restaurant and on to a second date with someone at a different location.

If I don't find a date for my grandmother's weekend birthday bash, my mother plans to set me up with the relative of a friend who has to be ninety. No thanks. On the spur of the moment, I ask the town's orc blacksmith I've been crushing on for months to go with me. Gunner agrees, and before I know it, we're sneaking away from Grannie's bash to steal a few kisses. Finally, I'm getting to know this sweet, shy blacksmith I'd do almost anything to date for real. After Grannie's weekend event ends, I figure I'll go back to admiring Gunner from afar. But it turns out he's no longer faking.

As owner of an occult shop in downtown Salem, Massachusetts, she's accustomed to all things odd and otherworldly. But when a bloody animal sacrifice is left as a warning outside her place of business, the police seem to think Gwen might be the target of some truly evil-doers. Suddenly, her sunny existence is riddled with danger in the form of crazed pagans, rogue employees, and nefarious henchmen. There's only one man who can protect her until the storm passes.

When I came back to Sin Valley, the mission was simple—avoid the ex-girlfriend who broke my heart. At all costs. Too bad I just (accidentally) moved in next door to her. And her battery-operated boyfriend(s). Plural. Crap! No matter how hard I try to steer clear of Desiree Grant, fate keeps tossing us together. And, so far? It’s not going too well for me.

It was supposed to be harmless. One fake date with an off-limits football player I'd never date for real. Plot twist—Harry Westbrook is the exact opposite of harmless. My first mistake? Underestimating that boyish smile, those playful eyes, the charming words on those perfect lips. He claims to have a crush on me. But, as hot as he is, I'd bet he's scheduling booty calls like a dentist booking teeth cleanings. I'm Nadia Chester—in-house lawyer for the Paragons football team. Queen of logic and compartmentalizing. Resisting him should be easy.

I should have fired Eliza Jenkins the night she overstepped her qualifications in a high-profile client meeting. Or the time she called me stuffy, uptight, and grumpy to my face. But it's her luscious mouth, her chocolate eyes, and her voluptuous curves that really drive me crazy. So I send her packing, pink slip in hand. My company is better off without the mouthy firecracker anyway. At least, that's what I've been trying to believe. Except now, a multi-million dollar deal is on the line, and she's the only one who can help me save it. I've got a new assignment for Ms. Sassy. Be my fake wife.

When I charged up those courthouse steps to stop Sera's wedding, I didn't exactly have a plan. But there was no way I was letting my best friend's little sister marry some no-good tool who didn't deserve her. Let's just say things got out of control. Fast. Now, the wedding is off. And Sera is crushed. And I'm just trying to be a good friend. "Come stay at my place until you're back on your feet." "Have some tequila; it'll ease the pain." And "What're a few much-needed orgasms between friends?"

I’m Collin St. James, after all: starting wide receiver for the Virginia Thunder. Playing football has kept me on my toes, but nothing could have prepared me to mentor our newest teammate, kicker Charlie Nicholson. I wasn’t caught off guard because I had to take someone under my wing or because Charlie was easily banging sixty-yard kicks through the uprights. It happened when the rookie’s silver helmet came off, and long blonde hair spilled out. Completely baffled, I edged closer and took in the prettiest blue eyes I’d ever seen.

It was a heat-of-the-moment agreement scribbled onto the back of a crinkled gas station receipt nine years ago. "If neither of us is married by age 30, we'll marry each other." Haha! So funny! Cash moved to a city 500 miles away, built his billion-dollar empire, and made a name for himself. Me? I stayed in our gossipy hometown, working a simple job and living a simple life. And we never discussed the marriage pact again. But I just turned the big three-oh, and Cash showed up at my door in the middle of a freaking rainstorm.

I should change my name to troublemaker. After randomly sleeping with a hot doctor, I found out something disturbing. That same hot doctor would deliver my twins–our twins. Mark is the best obstetrician…possibly in the entire country. That means he’s got no time for games, no time for love, and definitely none for the big secret I’m hiding. The list of problems doesn’t just end there. I work as a receptionist at the same hospital, and Mark is my dad’s best friend. So imagine my shock when I find out that I’m having his twin babies.

I found out that I was pregnant with his baby…then I found out that he was leaving me. The thought of it was unbearable. Holden was my brother’s best friend. Being with him was forbidden, and oh-so-wrong. My brother would have not been happy, to say the least. But that didn’t stop me from falling into bed with him, nor from giving him my heart. I spent sleepless nights thinking about him. Finding out that I was pregnant shocked me, but it was nothing compared to what I had to do after.

What happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there. I would know. I'm coming home with a brand-new ring on my finger. My wife: Ryan Bell. We're polar opposites. She's sunshine and happiness. I'm grumpy and scarred—literally. We could get it annulled and no one would be the wiser. Only problem? We posted about it online, and it's already making headlines. I can't afford to get that kind of attention and tank my career, and Ryan needs my help too. We make a plan: stay married for one year, play our roles, and divorce amicably at the end. No harm, no foul.

Dean Evans is the worst. Not only does the devil in disguise steal my pie on a regular basis, he also lives in the apartment right. Next. Door. I see him all the time. At the mailboxes. In the elevator. Every single morning. It's exhausting because he's exhausting. Now, after setting his apartment on fire, he's my roommate, and he's the worst at that, too. I don't know what possessed me to let him stay with me. Pity, perhaps? I do know that I won't be falling for his charm.