Resultado Editorial "Podium Audio" em Romance

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.

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.

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.

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.

She can never be seen on his arm in public because she's the hired help. Sloane Scott has a reputation. She's the go-to cleaner for the New York mafia. Discretion is unspoken if not written in blood. No sleeping with my clients is her unwritten rule, so why the hell does the arrogant boss of the De Lucci crime family play a starring role in her steamy dreams?

I wake up in silk sheets that aren't mine. Designer clothes in my size hanging in a gilded cage. And a price tag of fifteen million dollars on my head. Then he walks in—salt and pepper hair, cold Russian accent. But I know those storm-gray eyes anywhere. Dante Moretti. My brother's enforcer. Seventeen years older and completely forbidden.

All I want is to save the library. But a greedy heiress and a grumpy dragon lawyer complicate everything. Especially when that dragon lawyer insists I'm his fated mate. Maybe this Halloween, I'm going to do both the tricking and the treating? Harold Greaves promised ten years of funding to our little town library. I believed him right up until the will was read, and everything went to his scheming niece instead. Now I've got a week to prove the new will is a fake… or lose the library forever.

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.

The wedding was supposed to be my sister's fate. An alliance between two legendary mafia families, just like in the old days. But when my sweet, beautiful older sister fell for a civilian and eloped in spite of our father's edict, mafia mayhem ensued. Now, to save my sister and her clueless new husband from a date with a Cosa Nostra executioner, I'm taking her place. No doubt the alternative bride would have been preferred by everyone. Especially the groom. Luca Connelly. Master manipulator. Crown prince of his uncle's blood-splattered empire. And my nemesis since high school.

Is Patrick O'Connell gorgeous? Unfortunately, yes. Jet-black hair, smoldering eyes, and those muscles I accidentally saw when my friends dragged me to spy on the fireman calendar photo shoot. Is Patrick O'Connell also the bane of my existence? Absolutely. He wrecked my dream years ago, and I'll never forget what he—and his family—took from me. Now the O'Connells want to dump a big-box store right next to my cozy bookshop. Over my dead body.

Not every "once upon a time" ends in a happily ever after. My fairytale, for instance, didn't come with a handsome Prince Charming, a night at the ball, or a magical pumpkin carriage. Instead, I got a bearded, bad-tempered king, a sex party for rich people, and a driver waiting to take me home after the royal asshole was finished with me. And they lived not so happily ever after. The end. That should be it, right? Even missing some conventional fairytale elements, it's clear no one is riding off into the sunset in the tale of the grumpy king and the naïve, much younger actress.

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.

While Kash navigates deadly betrayals, family secrets, and a blood-soaked street code, he also wrestles with a growing love for Shanni that threatens to unravel everything. Amira, reeling from the truth and hiding secrets of her own, begins plotting a comeback that no one sees coming. Tangled in lies, lust, and loyalty, they all must face the consequences of their choices.

Making it as a fashion designer in New York City feels a lot like trying to fly to the moon with homemade wings. My Instagram is slowly gaining traction, but the grind is exhausting. So when my best friend asks me to be the maid of honor at her shotgun wedding in Malibu, I'm tempted to head back to L.A. for good. Especially since my unrequited crush is also on the guest list.

There are only three rules at Ezkai Academy: Always obey your instructor. Never leave the Castle Grounds without permission. Don't ever screw your instructor. I break one before orientation even begins. Can you guess which one? When I arrive at the unforgiving fae city with the snowy mountains looming over it, I have two goals: 1. Join the legendary Order of ancient soldiers. 2. Climb the ranks and gain the power I need to avenge my family's murder. But before I can join the Order, I must survive six months of ruthless training. Failure means exile… or death.

Liam Lockhart avoids attachments, feelings, and anything he can't control—including me. He's a decade older, my brother's best friend, and so emotionally unavailable he might as well be a locked file marked Do Not Open. Two years ago, we kissed—hard, hot, unforgettable—until he shoved me away like I was a mistake he couldn't afford. So I did what any heartbroken writer would do: I turned him into the villain of my webcomic. Broody, smug, infuriating—and totally based on Liam. I thought I was subtle. I wasn't. Too bad he can't do anything about it.