Resultados Editorial "Audible Studios" en Comedia romántica

Les coïncidences n'existent pas ! Aurélie en est convaincue depuis qu'un triste vendredi de novembre, éplorée suite à une rupture, un roman lui a redonné goût à la vie. À sa grande surprise, elle y apparaît, ainsi que son propre restaurant, "Le Temps des cerises", un charmant bistrot du 6ème arrondissement. Intriguée, Aurélie tente d'entrer en contact avec l'auteur - un Anglais réfugié dans son cottage et peu enclin aux échanges avec le monde extérieur, selon sa maison d'édition.

Zibal est un petit génie. Ses inventions auraient d'ailleurs pu lui rapporter des millions mais tout le monde n'est pas doué pour le bonheur et Zibal, malgré ses diplômes, se retrouve à 42 ans vendeur de macarons à l'aéroport d'Orly. Un jour, devant son stand, apparaît Alice, une jeune et belle aveugle qui s'apprête avec son labrador Jules à prendre l'avion pour Nice où elle doit subir une opération pour recouvrer la vue. L'intervention est un succès mais, pour Jules, affecté à un autre aveugle, c'est une catastrophe. Jules fugue, retrouve Zibal et, en moins de vingt-quatre heures, devient son pire cauchemar : il lui fait perdre son emploi, son logement, ses repères. Compagnons de misère, ils n'ont plus qu'une seule obsession : retrouver Alice.

La vie de Lena est à son image : nette et rangée. Jusqu'au jour où, à la veille de ses 30 ans, alors qu'elle s'apprête à se marier, son fiancé Simon lui annonce qu'il est tombé amoureux d'une autre. Comme si ça ne suffisait pas, elle est virée de son travail suite à une étourderie. Mais il en faut plus pour abattre la jeune femme. Pourtant, ses espoirs sont battus en brèche : elle qui espérait s'épanouir dans une agence de relations publiques, trouve un poste dans la petite librairie de son quartier, tenue par Otto, un vieil homme bougon.

"Quand on trouve l'âme sœur, on croit que le bonheur durera toujours." C'est ce que pensait Holly jusqu'à ce que son Gerry ne meure d'une terrible maladie. À trente ans, Holly se retrouve seule, démunie, sans espoir. Mais Gerry lui réserve une ultime surprise. Il lui a laissé dix lettres qui forment une "liste" de choses à accomplir pour réapprendre à vivre. Par-delà la mort, Gerry lui adresse un message d'amour et de courage : elle doit apprendre à être heureuse sans lui, malgré le lien fort qui les unissait.

Moi, c'est Robyn, jeune mère célibataire au langage fleuri, maladroite et tatouée. Politiquement incorrecte et fière de l'être ! Le seul prince charmant auquel je crois est le héros du conte que je lis à ma fille tous les soirs. Mon ex a failli me démolir et jamais plus je ne laisserai un homme me briser. Je jongle entre mon travail de barmaid et de tatoueuse pour joindre les deux bouts. Ma princesse et moi, c'est nous deux contre le reste du monde !

What's the Devil to do when his fire no longer burns away his sins and Fate is screwing with his...well, fate? Easy - lie, cheat, steal, and dictate my questionably accurate autobiography-slash-romance-novel to my unwilling and outstandingly rude Vampyre niece. Welcome to my Hell. A mysterious darkness is gunning for me and this time it might prevail. Traveling to Earth to promote my best-selling romance novel at an alarming book convention where I must protect my privates from the rabid lady readers is enough to frighten even the Devil.

Welcome to Hell. Literally. The Hell where the Prince of Darkness is hotter than Hades, Hell Hounds smell like brownies, and the Seven Deadly Sins are addicted to Facebook.... Not to mention the soundtrack in the Underworld is Journey. For real. I should have known no good could come from offing my parents in the space of 20 minutes no matter how psychotic and evil they were....

My name is Venus. I'm a 200-year old killing machine and I'm trading in my daggers and sword for a sparkly dress and an obscene swimsuit. Tiny strips of Lycra are not my typical battle wear, but when in Oklahoma... Armed with a fairly decent attitude, two debatably heterosexual insane old ladies, a woman I'd wanted to kill less than eight hours ago, and the possible love of my undead life, I'm in over my head with this. Of course I have no clue what this is going to entail, but that's never stopped me before.

What do you get when you combine a three-headed monster named Charles; a rotund, gay, dancing Demon named Doug; a culinary disaster baked by Mother Nature; a celibate premarital councilor named Jeff; an offer from Satan that's impossible to refuse; and Steve Perry? You get the royal wedding from hell - or, to be more accurate, possibly in hell. All I want to do is marry the Vampyre of my dreams, with my closest friends and family in attendance. Yep, I know nuptials in the undead world are unheard of, but I'm still hanging on to my humanity if only by a thread.

I’ve been happily human for 30 years. Now I’m discovering I’m the reincarnated Fairy Queen of a land chock-full of freaks who want me dead. However, I’ll admit the perks are pretty cool. I have more magic in my little pinky than should be allowed by law in any universe. Not to mention, the love of my life is a Fairy so smokin’ hot, he makes Hell look like a Winter Wonderland. Problem is, my hotter-than-Hades Fairy is imprisoned in Zanthia for nefarious reasons I won’t go into, but now I must head back to that crap hole where I’m the Queen, and save the damn day.

And I thought being half Vampyre/half Demon was hard.... That's nothing compared to being a mother. Sweet baby Moses in a boob tube, there aren't any books on raising True Immortals, so let me give you a few tips.... Make a map of every closet and bathroom in your home if you enjoy having sex. Sleep deprivation can cause confusion, and a map will help if you have only seven minutes and 31 seconds. You're welcome.

Vampyres don't exist. They absolutely do not exist. At least I didn't think they did 'til I tried to quit smoking and ended up Undead. Who in the hell did I screw over in a former life that my getting healthy equates with dead? Now I'm a Vampyre. Yes, we exist whether we want to or not. However, I have to admit, the perks aren't bad. My girls no longer jiggle, my ass is higher than a kite, and the latest Prada keeps finding its way to my wardrobe.

Nick's always trying to fix people, and nobody could use a good fixing more than Taylor. Sure, she's gorgeous, with mesmerizing silver eyes, but it's her vulnerability that kills him. Now that they're shacking up together, the chemistry is out of control. Soon they're putting every part of their two-bedroom apartment to good use. Then Taylor's ex comes crawling back to her, and Nick figures she'll jump at the chance to go back to her old life - unless he fights for the best thing that ever happened to him.

This is simply not my week. Finding out I can’t cook is appalling. My luncheon with the big-boned Immortal socialites went to Hell in a handbasket. I’ve been hoping to join the Fearsome Five and make it the Psycho Six. However, the chances of that happening now are looking slim. Of course, I could force my way in since I’m Mother freakin’ Nature, but I want to be accepted for being me - and because I’m fabulous. It’s bad enough my two sons, God and Satan, are driving me to crazy town while my best friend, Mr. Rogers, is riding in the backseat having a breakdown....

I’m desperate to resign from the Werewolf Treaty Federation aka WTF. Don’t judge. I didn’t name this crew of misfit Shifters so hear me out. After investigating a deadly Jazz Cabbage outbreak, I discover we need a necromancing demon to help solve the crime. My gay vampyre BFF, Dwayne, dated one of these gems several decades ago. Seems all we need to do is summon his evil butt into this plane of existence and poof, crisis solved. The question is, can we bring him back without causing a flesh-eating, end-of-the-world zombie apocalypse?

È possibile rinunciare per sempre a un sogno? Liberty Allen non ha dubbi: la risposta è sì. Dopo aver provato il dolore cocente di continue delusioni, ha deciso di trasformarsi in una donna razionale e controllata, ben lontana dalla ragazzina romantica e affamata d'affetto che era in passato.

"Come sono finita in questo guaio?" questa la domanda che gira in testa a Daisy Devreaux, dolce e volubile ragazza che si trova a un bivio: finire in prigione o sposare il misterioso uomo che suo padre ha scelto per lei... E dire che, al giorno d'oggi, i matrimoni combinati non esistono più!

Gracie Snow ha tre problemi da risolvere: un ex campione di football da proteggere (il buono), un ragazzo diventato ricco e perfido (il cattivo), il suo cuore che comincia a perdere colpi... Riuscirà a sistemare tutto e a capire dov'è l'amore? Una storia divertente, sexy e con un pizzico di malizia. Un ascolto imperdibile per chi ha voglia di sorridere e lasciarsi andare.

I segreti che le donne si rivelano nei momenti di privacy, ad esempio in una toilette per sole signore, dovrebbero restare custoditi in quelle mura. Ma a volte accade che quei segreti giungano alle orecchie sbagliate e cambino per sempre la vita di chi ne viene a conoscenza. L'esistenza di Trudy Williams è piuttosto movimentata: sua figlia è una ragazza eccentrica e ribelle, suo marito non fa altro che tradirla e sua madre è ricoverata in una casa di cura per malati di Alzheimer.

Far innamorare una donna è difficile, ma è subito dopo che iniziano i veri problemi. O almeno è ciò che pensa Eric Morgan, ancora incredulo all'idea di aver finalmente conquistato il cuore della donna dei suoi sogni. La sua storia con Zoe Mathison è appena cominciata e lo rende felice, ma la prorompente bellezza della sua ragazza continua ad attirare l'attenzione degli altri, mettendolo in crisi.