Resultados Editorial "Podium Audio" en Comedia romántica

Vienna Shaw doesn't do risky, edgy, or anything on the wild side. She's the woman who thinks The Goonies is a horror movie and lives for Austen-era romance novels. So, when a night out of her comfort zone ends up in a nightmarish elevator, all the risks she never took spill to the stranger in the corner: actually see The Goonies, ride a rollercoaster, and get that heart-melting kiss people will write books about. She didn't expect the smoldering guy with tattoos to step up and knock one of those things off her list.

From the moment I lay eyes on Liam, I know he's exactly what I want. Not for a lifetime, just for one night. But as sure as I am that one night between us would rock both of our worlds, he's equally as sure that the two of us are a horrible idea...until he needs me. One week, a fake relationship, and an offer I can't refuse. The pet names? Bogus. The details of our whirlwind romance? Completely fabricated. The way he kisses me? That feels way too real.

How difficult could it be pretending to be in love with a virtual stranger? I’ll do anything to get my trust fund on my twenty-fifth birthday, even if it means striking a deal with the new barista. My parents think they can manipulate me into being the robot they deem acceptable to society by withholding my trust fund, but the joke’s on them if they think I’ll give in to their demands.

No one can ever have Keaton Meyer. Least of all me. The brooding construction manager is a man of myth and legend, rarely seen in the wild. Once upon a time, he was the star quarterback, the smiling homecoming king, royalty in our small town. Until tragedy struck. And then he disappeared completely. Now he’s resurfaced, and I can’t keep my eyes off him. He’s an island surrounded by lava, bound by a desert and guarded by dragons. I don’t stand a sunshine’s chance in a hail storm.

So I woke up married today. For some that’s not a big deal. For me…I have no idea who the woman is. Don’t get me wrong—her killer curves, big smile, and way-too-eager-to-be-married-to-me attitude is kind of attractive. But this isn’t me. I’m the guy on the team who makes sure this kind of crap doesn’t happen. There’s one choice: end the marriage. Pronto. I’m going under the knife for shoulder surgery and my plan is to wake up with a new shoulder and be a single man. I couldn’t be any more wrong if I tried…

Presley McDaniel lives her life from moment to moment. Making permanent decisions means obligation, and that would force her to stop being the family disappointment. Waitress, fitness instructor, dog walker…you name the hourly job and she’s probably held the position. But when her grandmother can no longer run her book shop in Fawn Hill, a town so small it barely has its own zip code, Presley steps up to help.

Waking up beside my best friend after a crazy night in Vegas is nothing new. However, waking up wearing nothing but two shiny, matching wedding rings is. For the girl who promised to never settle down, it's her worst nightmare. For me, it's a dream come true. I've wanted Raelynn Vos since she first propositioned me at a frat party. I, of course, turned her down, knowing I'd need more than a one night stand. Nothing less than forever would do.

I won't be winning any employee of the year awards, but only because my boss is the grumpy boss to end all grumpy bosses. Did I mention he doesn't trust me to do my job? Challenge accepted. Not only am I going to help James launch a successful brewery, but I'm going to find out what makes him tick...and what makes him go boom. All this has nothing to do with the fact that the man is unbearably, unfairly, unignorably (is that a word?) attractive. Or that he lost his mom when he was young, same as me.

I should’ve known better. Dating a bad boy biker could’ve only led to one thing: Heartbreak. But that wasn’t even the end of it. The entire ordeal also gave me a baby; one that I kept from him. Before you judge me, know that he was the one to walk away and move to another country.

When the devil comes to town, you have to meet him head-on. Which is exactly what I did when Grant Stone rolled into our small Texas town, driving a sports car I could fit in the bed of my truck, wearing a suit as black as his soul. He’s here to acquire mineral rights to half a dozen farms in town. And there’s no way he’s getting mine. I don’t make deals with the devil.

A knock at my door reveals a very pregnant woman. Good news: I’m not the father of her baby. Bad news: I am the father of the baby her sister is carrying. I’m the bad boy, rock star, playboy ice hockey star. I collect paychecks and shell out broken hearts. Now I’m collecting the storm of pregnancy hormones and shelling out foot rubs. How am I supposed to go from the hottest bachelor in the world… to being called ‘Dad’?

Whoever said "keep your enemies close" never had to share a small, dark sound booth with her. Daria Stone is the infuriating host of "Choosing Yourself." The name is almost as ridiculous as the concept. Permanently single? Please. The woman's made a career out of rejecting everything I stand for.

This summer was supposed to be an escape from the city and the demons lurking within it. Too bad the minute I arrive at the beach house I’m sharing with friends, the guy I swore I’d never talk to again in my life walks through the door. Now, I’m not only stuck hiding out from an ex who won’t leave me alone, but with someone who screwed me over before he could even be considered an ex.

Jameson Fox is the most infuriating, arrogant, frustrating, presumptuous, self-important alphahole I have ever met. He stole my company from me five years ago. Now, he’s made me an offer I can’t refuse: fake marry him, and he’ll give it back. The only catch: we have to stay married for one year or I get nothing.

Spencer Crane thinks I’m a human tornado. I think he’s a calendar app come to life. While he schedules? I spin-out. When I spontaneously combust? He overcompensates. And this is why convincing my new boss to hire him is a completely brilliant idea. You see, workplace romance is forbidden, but attraction between total opposites like Spencer and me is a non-issue. I only wish I hadn’t discovered Mr. Clark Kent Glasses is (secretly) scorchingly hot. Even worse, he’s funny and chivalrous, and shoving me straight out of my Tess the Mess comfort zone.

I looked my enemy in the eye without knowing who he really was…and it didn’t take me long to fall head over heels for the irresistible “stranger” in front of me. But it also didn’t take long for reality to hit me. Grant made my father’s life a living hell, and now he continues to do the same to me after his death. Yes, Grant plans on taking down all that my family owns. Believe me when I tell you that I would never let that happen. Even if it costs me my life. Even if it costs me my heart.

Hugh Cavendish—mischievous rogue extraordinaire—has been declared one of the season’s most eligible bachelors. The new title does not sit well with him…nor does the news that a former flame has announced her intent to “catch” him before the season is through. Determined to buy himself a temporary reprieve, Hugh conscripts a simple school miss into playing the role of his fiancée. What a lark!

Jazzy Simon used to be a pro at reading people. That is until she met Finn Walker, the broody musical genius behind the country’s hottest rock stars. As media correspondent for a new rock and roll documentary, Jazzy is there to get the paycheck her family desperately needs. For an added bonus payment, she'll expose a little scandal on the side. But as she spends more time with the guarded single dad whose dedication to his daughter lights her heart on fire, Jazzy’s ability to read people goes out the window.

People think it’s easy being Felix Dodd III, and sure, the legacy and inheritance aren’t exactly terrible. But the name comes with so many strings; my hands feel permanently tied. Like I’m stuck following in my father’s footsteps. Like I can’t trust people’s intentions. Like my grandmother wants me settled down before my thirtieth birthday. I’ve got less than zero interest in marriage, ever since my one attempt at love crashed and burned. But Grams won’t let me access my trust until I’m engaged. Which means I need a fiancée.

Whoever invented joint bachelor parties never planned one with their ex. I should’ve known I couldn’t avoid seeing Hudson Remington again for the rest of my life, especially when we share best friends who are getting married. Does that mean I’m prepared to run into him? Nope. Not one bit. I am less prepared when my best friend requests he and I plan a joint bachelor party. Of course I’d be stuck with the man who broke my heart. Why would the universe stop at a simple encounter?