Resultados Editorial "Podium Audio" en Literatura y ficción

It's not every day you board a private jet for an all-expenses-paid trip to Scotland with your two gorgeous bosses. And it's not every day you spot your fiancé kissing another woman across the terminal. The man I was ready to marry had been cheating on me for a year. Dumped and humiliated, the best I can do is get on the plane and lick my wounds. Fortunately, my bosses are more than willing to help… and in more ways than I ever imagined.

Her life is like a prison cell. A self-made, to-hell-with-the-free-world existence that locks from the inside. Stop judging. Her agoraphobia doesn’t define her. It simply keeps her safe.

Loving Isaia Del Rossa is like drowning in darkness. And with every possessive touch, every whispered command, I sink deeper under his spell. On this island, there is no outside world. No past. No future. Only him. His hands, his mouth, his obsession. He worships me, breaks me, makes me beg for the kind of pleasure I should fear. And he kills for me like it's nothing. Because to Isaia… I'm everything. But love shouldn't feel like a cage.

He gave me everything I wanted, right down to the sparkly pearl necklace and the wild, crazy ride on his North Pole, but this sexy Santa has a dark secret. For years, he's been watching me while I sleep, and he knows how much I can take. I always thought Santa was about spreading joy at Christmas, but I couldn't have been more wrong. This filthy Santa prefers to spread something else, and as long as he's willing to give, I'm more than happy to take.

I've made a fortune at The Agency—enacting clients' dirty proposals for money. I've covered every fantasy you could possibly imagine. But after four years, I'm yearning for more, a bond with someone I can adore for real, not just in fantasy. In love. I only went into Santa's grotto at the mall as a joke. I was laughing when I sat my curvy butt on his lap for a picture. Until I looked into his stunning grey eyes and saw something I shouldn't have. Someone I shouldn't have.

After finally allowing herself to love again, Harper wakes up miles away from the men who have kept her safe—and in the hands of those determined to destroy her from the inside out. Unsure of whether or not she can rely on Ronan, Mac, and Finn to save her, Harper must find the strength to free herself. But if she does, how is she meant to face what comes next?

My name is not the only thing on Nicklas Knight's naughty list—so is my body. He's the most possessive man I've ever met—cold and calculating. When he needs an heir, he offers me a contract that ensures my sister is taken care of for a long time. In return, he buys the right to breed me. This December, I belong to him—and trust me, he's no jolly old Saint Nick. His jealousy is a living, breathing thing, and he won't tolerate anyone else even glancing in my direction.

This is a light, fun, and high-burn romance with a flirty hero who's hellbent on making her fall in love with him and a stubborn heroine who is scared of commitment, set during the holidays. There's forced proximity, boy-obsessed banter, romantic dates, and swoony romance.

Life has been nonstop since the day I became Mrs. Crusade. Not that I have any interest in slowing down now that I've found my rhythm in Lake Chapel. I love my life, my boys, and the future we're creating together. This semester, I even get to live with my best friend and her cohort of men. There's more than enough room at the Crusade Mansion for the ten of us, but between conflicting schedules, increased security measures, and Kendrick's NFL draft intentions, it's rare that I get time with all four of my guys. That's why I'm thrilled about our plans for Valentine's Day.

I'm like a snake shedding its skin. Shedding my old life. All the pain and torment are in the past while I figure out who I am. I fled from one monster only to find three more. What do a professional MMA fighter, a man who struggles to let anyone in, and our coach have in common? Me. They help me train. Help me find myself, my strength, my solace through MMA training and through my now uncaged desires. When the nightmares that plague my sleep come calling, will the strength I've found be enough?

I've always been the hunter, but now I'm also the hunted. Every clue we unravel entangles us further in a web of power and deception stretching far beyond the university. In this supernatural game of cat and mouse, love is our most potent magic and our greatest weakness. The fight for our immortal happily ever after had better be worth the price of our souls.

It's been three months since my best friend Edie disappeared. The cops don't care, so if anyone's going to find her, it's me. Until I make the mistake of stopping at a roadside diner in southern Louisiana. Now, a seriously unhinged serial killer has me chained up in his crumbling old house in the middle of nowhere. He says he's not allowed to kill me. So what's he going to do to me instead?

Daisy Dumont tries so hard to be normal. She doesn't talk about the night her parents were murdered, or the fact that she can't remember it. She certainly doesn't talk about her imaginary friend who disappeared shortly afterward. Then the MRF calls. The research facility finally admits that they took her former friend, and now they want her help to save him.

Oli is not happy with his lot in life as a thrall, a slave to the noble family he has served since birth. If he believed in the old gods, he would curse them to their faces that a thrall is the most he could ever be. Few even worship the gods anymore, yet Oli is tasked with tending to their altar at the foot of the oldest tree in the nearby wood—where he is happy to defile it whenever the noble family's son wants him on his knees. After his most recent tryst, however, he learns how real the gods are.

All I've known is rejection—from my family and the alpha who should've been my fated mate. My mom hates me, and my dads took off when I was seven for another woman. And my so-called "fated mate," Tyler? Yeah, he rejected me years ago. So here I am—a packless omega, juggling my babysitting business and dodging our creepy pack leader, Henry, who just loves adding omegas to his little harem collection. But Henry's at my door with an invitation to his exclusive party, and I'm not exactly thrilled. Fine, I'll go. I plan on making a quick exit at the party, but then... I see him, Tyler.

Anya just wants to be left alone. Haunted by a dark past, the quiet omega has built a solitary life in her tiny apartment, finding solace in her art. Love, especially with a pack of alphas, is the furthest thing from her mind. Then three loud hockey players move in upstairs, turning her peaceful world upside down.

As the first woman to lead a werewolf pack in over a century, the chips are already stacked against me. To make matters worse, I take the reins right as moon sickness begins ravaging my people. When rival packs threaten a takeover, I know I have to make a move. So I enter the Firstborn Games, a competition that pits the most powerful immortals against each other. The Games can be brutal, but the champion receives an elixir that grants a single wish with zero limitations. I intend to win—and then use my prize to save my pack and silence my naysayers.

Kept locked away for over a year, abused and dying inside, I'm nothing but a shattered omega trinket. The only bright spots in my days were when the Ghost came around, offering me the smallest bits of kindness and showing me that not everyone is as terrible as the monster who kept me locked up. When a fiery omega with more heart than I've ever seen rescues me, saving my life, I feel more off-kilter than ever. Her family offers me kindness and a home, and her brother and his pack make me feel like maybe I could find what she has.

Ghost lied to his club to protect me, putting a target on both our backs. Trouble is… I didn't know I needed saving. Or that I was still being haunted by my past. Now, my loyalty to the Twisted Kings is in question, and the only man who can protect me is a tall, tattooed biker with a taste for revenge and a vow of abstinence.

My life was perfectly fine. Well, at least up until the night I found out my boyfriend was sleeping with half the damn town. With nowhere to go, I holed up in a motel with whatever I could fit in my car. But not even twenty-four hours after moving into said shit hole, a burly stranger breaks in wearing a skeleton mask. It couldn't get any worse, right? Wrong. Because now this masked man is demanding I move in with him until he gets what he wants—and the thing about cowboys and ranchers? They never back down from a challenge.