Resultados Editorial "Podium Audio" en Suspense romántico

I never expected to survive. To be protected. Wanted. Or seen. But somehow, Dallas, Niko, and Rome have managed to do all three. They were always supposed to be temporary. A job. Just the three men hired to pull me out of hell. But ever since they asked me to move in with them, they've become something more. But I'm not healed. Not whole. And I'm not even being honest with them. They have no clue the past I've tried so hard to outrun is creeping in around the edges. And when they find out I've been lying to them... It could destroy everything.

Upon discovering that the devilishly sexy Italian who asked me to dinner tonight is a powerful mafia boss, I promised myself I'd be a responsible girl and make an excuse to leave early. But then I tried to get a recording of him for my best friend's crime podcast and ended up bare-assed over his knee for a spanking that left me so shamefully wet there was no doubt he could see it. Now I'm bare and bound to his bed. And he's going to make me his one helpless, desperate climax at a time.

I was always told people grew roots where they were planted. But mine developed between the hearts of two brothers. For as long as I could remember, they were my protectors, living on the opposite end of the manor. It was when I turned eight that I realized the truth. The twins were never supposed to protect me. It was the other way around, and I would grow up to be the one who kept our family safe. As time went on, they were forced to watch while I was broken and reshaped into the weapon needed to break us free from the cage our family had been forced into.

Exiled. Hunted. Haunted. I clawed my way out of the Bratva's grip, but no one escapes this life without scars. Now, I trade in secrets and shattered souls, saving the ones no one else will. But then he shows up. Rafi Gatti—mafia prince, underground fighter, walking temptation wrapped in sin. He wants my help. I want nothing to do with him. Because men like Rafi? They don't just take what they want. They ruin you. And if I let him get too close… I might beg him to.

I'm an omega born in the wrong skin. Patient #496. Jinx Blackwood. Gemini. They said I was missing. Swapped. Unfit to serve Fate's design. But Fate made a mistake. I was never meant for the world outside. I belong in the dark. Six years ago, I was stolen from Ravenscroft Asylum and dumped into a life meant for my twin sister. But now I've clawed my way back to where I truly belong—the haunted halls, the blood-soaked beds, and the underground cages they swore I'd never return to because I didn't come back for answers. I came back for them.

One breakdown, and I ended up behind the locked doors of Bluebone Ridge Sanitarium. Something is wrong here. It whispers through the cracked windows, coils beneath the floorboards, and breathes in the frozen Washington air that never truly warms, even in the summer. Something hungry. At night, the screaming starts. I'm locked in like prey, and the dark watches with hollow eyes. When someone—or something—finally sets me free, it isn't a mercy. Because whatever haunted Bluebone Ridge followed me out. It's ancient… starving. And now it knows my scent and the taste of my blood.

Before they took turns with my virgin body, these fearsome alpha shifters didn't just spank me into shameful surrender. They made me admit what my helpless arousal already made obvious first. I'm their mate. And whether they're mounting and rutting me one at a time or filling me in every way all at once, I'll fall asleep between them each night with their seed still dripping down my thighs. Because I don't belong to just one of them. I belong to the whole pack.

"On the other side of that door is the man you're going to marry." My father's chilling command sends a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, it clicks. The mysteriously gifted dress. The innocent-looking invitation. This isn't dinner. It's a wedding. My goddamn wedding. The doors swing open... And towering at the altar, all muscle, ink, and menace—Leon Natali. The monster I've cursed since I was old enough to know his name. He's older. Colder. Desperate for an heir. And I'm the gift-wrapped offering meant to seal a blood-soaked alliance.

I didn't inherit my empire—I bled for it. I carved my place in this brutal world with bloodstained hands and a crown made of bones. I don't need a king. I don't answer to men who think they can tame me. But enemies are circling, waiting for me to break. And the biggest threat of all? Lucky Gatti. He's fire in a tailored suit, sin wrapped in arrogance. A walking threat to everything I've built. He's here to ruin me. To burn me down. The worst part? I might let him.

Was it a sin to hate the dead? It was something I had pondered many times over the past ten months. Although it wasn't why I required medication to sleep at night. I wasn't truly concerned about the level of darkness that resided in my soul. It was the images of the night I had watched a bullet take down the boy I had loved most of my life. Seeing the life leave his body, the way his eyes had gone void. It haunted me. Even now that I knew he'd betrayed me. That what I thought had been real had all been a lie. Crosby Cash had been in love, alright, just not with me.

Hawke Ivanov is known to excel at two things: sex and violence. It's why I never took our fling seriously, accepting it with no strings attached. Except now, his mischievous ways have become all-consuming, and I'm his new obsession, especially after one night that changed everything between us. Hawke is using me to run away from his own demons, and when I realize it's not only a matter of our bodies but hearts as well, I tell him sweet little lies to keep him away. All I wanted was a good boy in my bed. The last thing I needed was a dangerous man carving his way into my heart.

I never meant to build a life among the dead—but it was the one thing that made sense. The work was quiet, methodical. It gave me space to breathe. To keep things simple. Then Patrick Dalton walked into my life. Warm, charming, gentle, devastatingly perfect. He made my chest ache, even when I tried to keep him at arm's length. And he made me want more. And for a while, I let myself believe I could have that. But life has a way of shifting itself. And the things we think we've buried don't always stay gone.

For as long as I can remember, I've watched over Eloise Meadows. She's too innocent for this wicked world; her perfection is her curse. The instinct I have to protect her is mine. I'm a slave to infatuation. My obsession is lethal. The fantasies I have… unspeakable. My name is Ren Ashcroft, and I'm never far away. Always…in her shadow.

She's not alone anymore. But them knowing the secret she's kept for fifteen years may be the one thing she can't survive. The men who found her have begun to quiet the darkness that once consumed her, slowly helping her piece herself back together. But Darla is still clutching one devastating secret—one she swore she'd never reveal. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to keep it buried. As old wounds resurface and deadly threats close in, it's clear their pasts are far from finished with them.

I've never believed in coincidences. I am a man who believes in facts. It wasn't a coincidence that my papà was the last person to see Ocean before she disappeared. The deeper I dig into her past, the more I find out about the girl who turned my world upside down. I may be a liar, but Ocean lied too. But now I know who she truly is...and what she is capable of.

I've been watching her. Wanting her. Stalking her. I'm obsessed with the shy, innocent barista who works at my favorite coffee shop. She doesn't know that I bought the house across the street from her apartment so that I can watch over her. I secretly collect her paintings and hang them in my bedroom. And I won't hesitate to break into her home to find out what kind of books she likes to read. I'll do whatever it takes to win her heart.

She's a mystery I shouldn't chase, a woman with no past and danger on her trail. I don't save people. I eliminate problems. But something about her makes me want to break every rule I've lived by. She shouldn't make me want things I've buried so deep I forgot they existed. They call me Saint, but saints don't keep kill counts like mine. I know better than to get attached. Because the second her memories return, she'll discover exactly what kind of monster saved her. And I'll have no choice but to let her go.

I have a stalker. A masked man who watches me from the shadows. A guardian who says he's there to protect me—to help me heal from almost dying at the hands of another man. He says he's willing to do anything to help me move on. That I needn't be afraid of him. I agree to keep him my secret and share how much I'm truly struggling. In return, he guards me. Even if it means guarding me from himself.

After a bungled job, I'm forced to escape and abandon everything. It's not the worst to happen, being sent to Ireland is. My next assignment, bring down four men involved in the Irish Mafia. First, I'm put on leave and, as a favour, I end up "married" to two strangers on St. Patrick's Day in Genoa. In the early morning, I run and hide. I have to. The scent of danger that swirls around them is intoxicatingly perfect. I never thought I'd see them again, but they refuse to let go of vows we supposedly made years ago.

After six years in captivity, forced to fight for survival, I thought I'd seen the darkest depths of humanity. The cartel broke me, forging a ruthless weapon from my shattered pieces. Not even freedom can heal those wounds. Embroiled in an international criminal investigation to dismantle the ring that trafficked me, I have the chance to get justice for all the women who didn't escape. But the road to redemption is bloody, littered with violence and dark secrets that may derail our case before we apprehend the man responsible for so much suffering.