Resultados Editorial "Tantor Audio" en Comedia romántica

I'm Aubrey Kasper. I live in a dilapidated old resort in the mountains in Colorado that should probably be torn down. Instead? I'm renovating it with my brother. Archie (my brother) needs me, but he also needs some outside help, which is why he ended up inviting my high school crush to open up the bar operations. If I thought Wiley Blanchard was hot in high school . . . well, I couldn't have possibly imagined the fully grown-up, master distiller, smooth-talking version. He's tall, dark, and hilarious, exactly the way I like them.

I, Dallas Colter, am kind of a massive A hole-and need help fixing that personality problem. With too much on my plate, the very last thing on my mind is a relationship-the football draft is looming, I never understood why my teammates bother with girlfriends. None of us had the time. When my sports agent suggests that being seen in public with a "respectable" girl would be good for my bad reputation, I couldn't think of a single person to help me out. The only girls I know aren't wifey material, and the ones who are? Might catch feelings. Except Ryann Winters.

Humor and heart collide when two fake dates accidentally ruin a wedding and must play matchmaker to fix it, perfect for fans of Christina Lauren and Tessa Bailey.

Here's the thing—Mack has been Chase's best friend for half her life, and they've always been platonic with a capital P. He's also her business partner, and without question the best person she's ever met. And Chase? She's a self confessed disaster; she works too much, considers curly fries a food group, and might have an unhealthy dependency on iced coffee and whiskey. Then there's her relationship history, which leans more towards tragic backstory than happily ever after. 

I'm at the highest point of my career, and I haven't even broken a sweat yet. Wealth, power, and prestige. It's all at my fingertips. But in my world, one filled with secrets, power comes at a cost. A lie that taints my past. A sacrifice that poisons my future. Until my newest assistant walks—or should I say, falls—into my office. She's mouthy, horrible at her job, and is making me question everything. But I know better. Look but don't touch. The lie rotting inside me forbids it. The problem is, I tried to stay away from her. Deny my darkest desires. But I'm a weak man. 

A witch without magic. A vampire without a cause. And a mysterious death that brings them under the same roof.

As any true sports fan will tell you, once you have an allegiance to a team it's set in stone. It's unwavering. It's finite. You never leave. Yet somehow, I've been asked to do just that. To set aside my love for The Yankees and take ownership of The New York Lions—the worst team in Major League Baseball. Oh, yes, and turn them into winners. An impossible job I don't want, from a gift I couldn't get a refund on.

From the moment Heath Masters lays eyes on Meredith Kenyon, he knows there's something mysterious in this pretty woman's past. True, she seems like a good mother to her little daughter, but local sheriff Heath has seen his share of liars . . . and Meredith is certainly hiding something. But though his romantic gestures are met with suspicion, Heath can't help but be drawn to his vulnerable new neighbor. He doesn't entirely trust her, but he sure does want to kiss her.

When I agreed to take my brother's new business partner out to dinner, I figured it would be just like any other boring business meeting. Then Jensen Sparks walks in the door and changes everything. There's no denying our attraction—it sizzles from the moment our hands touch, and I know that my rules of never mixing business with pleasure just flew right out the freaking window.

It didn't take me long to realize I'd made a mistake trying to regain my lost youth or something like that. I was headed right out the door when I saw her. The woman who will change my life forever. She bowled me over, and I got so caught up in making love to her, I forgot to get her name. When I wake up the next morning, ready to make her mine, I find my little tigress has disappeared.

Have you ever met someone who makes your blood boil simply by existing? Or turn your notorious, ice-cool demeanor volcanic in a nanosecond? Perhaps smother your usual air of indifference with a lightning-charged thundercloud, threatening to strike at any moment? Because that's what she does.

My new boss is a CEO Billionaire who hired me to be a nanny for his son. This should have been easy for me considering my experience with children. Except the man I'm working for is Thomas Ford. A man I never thought I would see again, especially not five years later. Now, I live in his penthouse in the city. I refuse to cross the line because one, he's my boss and two, I don't do relationships anymore. It's hard to deny this man when his touch lights my body on fire. 

I should have known I was being set up when my boss couldn't stop grinning, but I took the last-minute private security gig anyway. Color me surprised when I show up to a bachelorette party and a crowd of drunk chicks start yelling for me to take it all off. Except for the curvy little brunette with her nose stuck in a book. Morgan Tempest doesn't give me the time of day . . . until I haul her off for a private lap dance. Now, she can't keep her eyes off me. And that sassy mouth is driving me wild. Mark my words; this little firecracker is going to be mine.

I don't have time to date, especially not the infuriatingly bossy, ridiculously hot sheriff. But Dillon Armstrong won't take no for an answer. And the more he shows up at my office, the harder it is to resist him and his high-handed, insufferable, oddly endearing ways. He's going to make me fall for him, I just know it.

I'm Candy. Excuse the name. Mom was a stripper back in her prime and I was a client gone wrong. Now stuck behind the bar, she was eager for me to join the family business. No thanks. The only circles I run in are the ones my bubblegum bubbles make. Don't worry about my teeth though, sugar-free as always. I'm not a complete psycho. Oh, except for my passive-aggressive, potty-mouthed, imaginary best friend who happens to be a gummy bear. That part is pretty nuts. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, doing whatever the hell I wanted until a group of model-worthy bikers try to muscle in on my heist.

Emma Burns lives a double life. By day, she's a civil rights attorney. By night, she's the mastermind behind RB's Companions. When hired, she platonically accompanies men to social events, whether it's as a girlfriend, friend, or business associate. She does her job well. After receiving an inquiry from a desperate new client, she agrees to be his girlfriend. What she doesn't account for is the mystery man to be Henry, the notorious playboy, fellow lawyer, and coworker she's known for years.

Josephine Bowen has the opportunity to travel to Key West for a work trip with Jack Lancaster, her grumpy and hard to figure out colleague. He frowns a lot, but he's also kind. Thoughtful. Considerate and an all-around good guy. When her toxic ex-boyfriend arrives at the same conference, Jack doesn't hesitate to jump in as her current love interest. Maybe it's the island air, or maybe it's the time they spend together preparing for the presentation they're delivering, but their fake feelings start to feel real.

There must be an apocalypse right around the corner in this paranormal romcom from USA Today bestselling author Christi Barth.

Declan Hawkes is brilliant. He's the youngest chairman in the Premier League. He runs one of the most successful clubs in England. He has homes in Monaco and Lake Como. He's driven. One of the wealthiest men in the UK. He's also hot. Like, the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on. In short, Declan Hawkes is the dangerous kind of man who can have anything and everything he wants. And . . . he wants me.

I hate Nicholas Banfield, Viscount Longwood. He's cocky. Annoying. And most of all, he's a liar. So why is he living rent-free in my head every hour I'm awake, and sometimes when I'm asleep? It may have something to do with the fact that I'm working on his historic estate. And . . . I may have had a crush on him that one summer when we were teenagers. But I've never forgiven him for betraying me on that fateful night in Dorset.