Resultado Editorial "Podium Audio" em Literatura e Ficção

I seduced a broken assassin. Now I'm pregnant with his baby. And they've ordered me to kill him. Ero Diamante is the Bratva's lost prince—a killer drowning in whiskey and false memories. Perfect for my mission: manipulate him, control him, make him kill for us. Then put a bullet in his skull. He doesn't remember me. Doesn't know I'm the ghost in his head. Every touch? A setup. Every kiss? A lie. Every "I love you"? A weapon.

Descendant of Chaos. Daughter of Magic. Two titles that I had been called time and time again, but neither of them truly fit. As I had found in the God realm, I was so much more than that—an anomaly. And because of who I was and how I came to be, I was now part of a prophecy—one with world-ending aspects I wasn't a fan of. Unfortunately, I couldn't avoid the situation forever, and while the Horde was an amazing place to do exactly that… I quickly found there was something so much larger at stake than my pride or my anger at what Isis and my birthmother had done.

"Keep your hands off the virgin." That was the order. The second I saw her, I knew I would tear it apart. Now she's pregnant—and I'll kill to keep her. I'm the Guild's enforcer in Brooklyn. But also the heir to an empire in Italy I haven't set foot in for nine years. I kidnapped the virgin heiress to end a war. Dragged her across an ocean and locked her in my family's castle. Within these walls of stone and silk, I'm one wrong touch away from burying myself so deep inside her—and starting a new war.

I should have known better than to fall for a biker. But I couldn't resist Levi's smile. His cockiness. All that leather. We fell hard and fast. A spoiled rich girl from a prestigious family and a boy from a motorcycle club. We were naive enough to think we could be the exception. But while Levi was in the military, trying to build our future, his world chewed me up and spit me out. It left me broken, scarred, and angry. Fourteen years later, Levi is everything I hate. A Twisted King. A walking red flag. Trouble.

In the heat of the Bayou, where secrets run deeper than blood and vengeance blooms like wild roses, Draco and Denim return—scarred, stronger, and bound by something bigger than love. Legacy. But even kings bleed. And queens don't beg. Now standing at the edge of destiny, they face enemies cloaked in family, curses buried in bloodlines, and the ghosts they thought they left behind. What was once a love story has become a battleground—for survival, for power, for the soul of an empire.

Traumatized college student Morgan Mallory has survived the treacherous land of Pandaemonium by evolving into a soul-devouring entity. Now a merciless warrior, she goes by Alice. But her new identity is fractured, and she finds herself hopelessly grasping at the shards of her parallel selves from different timelines. To piece these multiple personas together, she must kill the Demiurge, the world's tormented creator, who has banished Alice to a facsimile Earth.

Ravenna never asked for her gifts, and certainly not for her parents to sacrifice themselves protecting her. As a half-fae with foresight, she has more power than most realize, even her well-meaning but doomed parents. She isn't some damsel in distress—and she isn't prey for the evil Fae Queen Amaranthe. No matter how long it takes, no matter what it demands of her, she will avenge her parents. With only her innate gift, a seething rage, and her father's begrudging unicorn, Ravenna means to burn the faelands to the ground.

Riven Thane has risen from survivor to sovereign, carving out his very own necropolis in a world shaped by apocalypse and bloodshed. Ruling over the undead, he maintains tight control of his territory. But power never exists in a vacuum. As his influence spreads, so do the malignant forces determined to test it. Across Panu, factions mobilize and ancient cults move in secret, seeking to claim all that Riven has built. Battle champions, grotesque monsters, and powers from the great beyond have begun to take a vested interest in the vampire king and the empire forming under his banner.

I am home, yet it does not feel like home. The chains on my wrists and ankles are gone, but those around my heart tighten. Is the world truly black and white, or is it just my vision failing? Does all food turn to ash, or is it merely my mouth forgetting how to taste? When the crows call, and the moon hangs heavy, does everyone else drown their sorrow in pillows, or am I the only one? Urai is hell. A kingdom of devils. Yet hell is my heaven. My dark devil—through these falling eyes—is my angel. I breathe, but I do not exist. I exist, but I do not live.

Jordan "Skip" Mills is the middle of the three Mills brothers—quiet, calculated, and cold as ice. He doesn't talk much, but when he does? You'd better listen. His silence alone says more than most men's threats. Life was moving smoothly… until strange things began to happen. Now, ghosts from Skip's past are crawling out of the shadows, and they're not just looking to haunt—they want revenge.

I'm the RA. He's the resident I'm about to write up for the third time this week. My life is a series of checklists and rules. As the Resident Advisor, my job is to maintain order. His job, apparently, is to be the chaos magnet in 3B, blasting music at all hours and driving me insane. But when I march to his door to finally lay down the law, he opens it shirtless, tattooed, and smirking. And then his scent hits me. Thunderstorms. Ink. And something primal that screams mine.

Life is good at Sanctuary. Peaceful. But peace never lasts. While away on a routine supply run to Andorra, Dan receives a message that chills his blood: strangers have arrived at their home. With fresh blood comes fresh bloodshed, and Dan finds his leadership challenged in the worst way when others can't see the danger he does. They've fought hunger, violence, tyranny and madness… but they've never had to fight a threat from within.

Arlo is temptation wrapped in control—calculated, commanding, and utterly irresistible. He knows how to get inside people's heads… and once he's there, he never truly leaves. Desire, to him, is just another tool. One he wields flawlessly. Cora isn't looking to be claimed. She's built her life on independence, keeping her emotions tightly guarded and her heart off-limits. But from the moment Arlo's attention locks onto her, the air between them crackles with something forbidden—dark, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore.

Every victory, even the smallest, comes at a price. The enemy may be gone, but far more dangerous foes are already stirring in the shadows, preparing to strike. At the same time, the tide of evil monsters pouring through the Breaches does not just continue—it surges, growing stronger by the day. And the cause, it seems, lies with those who, for reasons unknown, persist in using nithstangs: cursed artifacts of ancient origin that bring harm not only to ordinary citizens but to seasoned Magisters as well.

At 22, I've already had my share of hell with being forced into an arranged marriage with an abusive man by parents, who couldn't care less. But Whispering Grove is my fresh start. My own apartment. My brewery job. My life, finally.

Thrust into a world rooted in familiar RPG conventions, Kai immediately set out to be something he never could have been back on Earth: a cool, composed kicker of keisters. Unfortunately, he's had to put aside his plans for glory. As the three major warrior sects of this new realm come to blows, the resulting series of strikes and counterstrikes with spells, curses, and assorted magical heavy ordnance begin to snowball into all-out slaughter.

Victoria Romanov is going to be my wife. Even if she doesn't know it yet. Her father betrayed me. So I'll use her as the stepping stone to my throne. She's so untouched, so naive… It's almost a shame I have to ruin her. At first, she fights me. Claws at the cage I've locked her in. I do everything to break my enemy's daughter. But I can see the way she loves it… Under her feisty demeanor, her innate submission calls out to the darkness in me, begging to be taken, used, and stripped of control. And soon enough, I begin to crave her.

With my best friend at my side and a worn photograph in my pocket, we take a road trip to Sweet Whiskey, the bar where my parents met. As soon as we step inside, I know my life is irrevocably changed with a single look from a dark-eyed cowboy sitting on a stool. Colt is all alpha in a tight Henley and perfect pair of Wranglers, and my inner omega gushes for him in more ways than one. When I take a job dancing at the bar, he brings his alpha buddies on my first night. Brooks is bubbly and charming with a bright smile. Dallas is serious, but sweet and nurturing.

I'm a rule-follower. A good girl. He's an arrogant billionaire who only listens to himself. I would never… right? Until Kovan burst into my ER with a boy bleeding out in his arms. I didn't know who he was. I only knew that the child would die if I didn't do something. So I did what I do. But that was just the beginning. Because the boy is Kovan's nephew. And Kovan needs custody. His solution? Me. He wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend in front of the courts. That means thirty days of living in his house. Thirty days raising his nephew like he's ours.

While Sir Leo Clarke is the winningest racer in Formula One history, lately he's been on a losing streak thanks to his rival team's principal, Ceci Rivers. Leo doesn't approve of Ceci's brash methods . . . or the way she always manages to twist his words and turn his day upside down. Maybe that's why he jumps at the chance to fluster her for a change. Ceci knows she has a tendency to go for broke—something she's never seen "Sir Stick" achieve, thanks to all that British stoicism. But then, an impromptu kiss rocks her world, and she starts to think there's more to Leo than meets the eye.