Resultado Editorial "Podium Audio" em Romance

Chaos. Magic. Love. Three elements to my life that have brought me to this point—traveling to the God realm. I know we can handle whatever the fates decide to toss our way. Yet between visiting Queen Titania's court and learning far more about my demi-gods' past than I could have expected... I just hope we can retain some semblance of sanity by the end of this. And what happens when I finally meet the man, the myth, the... well, god, obviously—Set. My father. What has Isis been hiding from me? Secrets are unraveling nearly as fast as things are heating up between my men and me.

After everything they've survived, Savanna and Kairo are done playing by the rules. The contract that once bound them is now the blueprint for an unbreakable empire—but love, power, and peace don't always coexist. With the past clawing at their future and new chapters unfolding fast, they'll have to decide what matters most: holding onto the fire that started it all or stepping fully into the legacy they've built together. But in this world, nothing is promised. Not loyalty. Not love. Not tomorrow.

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.

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.

Gemma Summers is broke, burnt out, and about three weeks from moving back in with her parents. Her career has imploded, her confidence is circling the drain, and the last thing she needs is a run-in with Alder Hawke—the dangerously charming ex who still haunts her dreams and could buy her a new life with just his pocket change. When a magickal tarot card sends them spiraling—literally—into another realm and they land in the steampunk-inspired Kingdom of Cups, Gemma is forced to rely on the man who shattered her trust, broke her heart, and somehow still makes her weak in the knees.

I woke up with no memory and a child growing in my belly. The kind healer calls me Elif, and the handsome merchant Sinan looks at me like I'm his salvation. I should be grateful for this peaceful life, for gentle touches and soft words. But my dreams are full of dark eyes and consuming darkness. My hands know how to kill even when my mind doesn't remember why. And when the Shadow Lord comes for me—claiming I'm his wife, his property, his obsession—my body recognizes what my heart has forgotten. He says I belong to him. He says I'm carrying his heir.

Kara has spent the last six years fighting the infected in the ruins of a broken world, searching for the one person who ever truly understood her. Wade was her only friend growing up in the foster system, the one steady thing in a life built on instability. When the world collapsed, she thought she'd lost him for good until the enemy dumped him at her doorstep, barely conscious and scarred from years in captivity. Helping him heal would be a challenge even if she weren't still in love with him.

Waking up naked on the roadside with a body that doesn't feel like mine? Not exactly the miracle I asked for. Turns out, Death gave me a second chance—minus the instructions. I'm no longer just a Grim Reaper. I'm something else. Something unstable. My scythe is gone. My raven's missing. And I'm flickering between realities like a faulty lightbulb.

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.

"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.

With King Typhon desperate to retrieve his ward, Oralia returns to infiltrate Aethera, the golden kingdom she once called home. Betrayal lurks around every corner, forcing Oralia to place trust in her newfound powers, not only to destroy the god she once called father, but to protect Infernis, the shadowy kingdom she now serves as queen. Meanwhile, Renwick, the King of the Dead, prepares to attack Aethera should Oralia be discovered. He finds himself once more on the verge of being torn to pieces as he is caught between the duty he feels to his soul-bonded mate and to his kingdom.

My assignment is simple. I'm the fake date of billionaire Alexander Maddox for the weekend. My job: to attend a Hamptons wedding with him and convince all the heiresses and socialites competing for his attention—including his ex, who happens to be the wedding planner—that he's very much taken. Alexander Maddox is the oldest of the four Maddox brothers, Manhattan's most eligible bachelors. He's also the CEO of his family's legacy investment empire, loaded beyond belief, and, according to rumors, sexy as sin. But this is strictly a business arrangement.

I'm indoorsy with a capital I, but I need to fake a little outdoorsiness to get a promotion. A five-day hike sounds like my nightmare, but after upending my life and moving from the city back to my small hometown, I need a win. I didn't expect to find someone like Grant Irwin in the wilderness with me. A cinnamon roll in mountain man form, he's freakishly competent out here, and endlessly patient with my missteps. But after everything with my critical ex-fiancé fell apart, I'm not looking for love. Especially not with someone who's only here on vacation.

This isn't what we wanted. Sherwood is splintering. People are suspicious, angry, violent, and they blame us for the chaos: me and my four shifters. We wanted to save this place, but it might not want saving after all. And we just might end up as fractured as this place itself.

I should be dead. Hell, I was dead—at least, that's what the world believes. But I don't get the mercy of staying six feet under like the government wanted. Not until I claw my way through the academy that yearns to finish what was started that night. I'd vowed to get back to the men who risked everything to save me—the ones twice my age who should've never looked twice at the naive, bubbly Omega who thought the world wasn't cruel. I learned the hard way. It's merciless.

Mara Torres and I have exactly one thing in common: we can't stand each other. She's judgmental, prickly, and makes it crystal clear that even though our best friends are married, it's all she can do to tolerate me. The feeling is mutual. So naturally, when I need to invent a fake girlfriend to get my teammate off my back, her name is the one that falls out of my mouth. I expect her to laugh in my face when I ask for her help. Or maybe throw something at me. What I don't expect is for her to say yes. Turns out, there's something she wants enough to agree to the arrangement.

Everyone knows my grandfather was a less-than-savoury human, but I didn't think he'd stick it to me in new ways after he died. I need a husband to claim my inheritance, and the sexy new lawyer in town volunteers to step in. A fake marriage is the easiest solution to my problem. Besides, it's only temporary, and it comes with perks. It's a simple business transaction. No feelings and no fuss. He's city and I'm country. He's Lexus and I'm a beat-up pickup truck. We couldn't be more different if we tried. So why does my chest hurt when I think of him leaving when our time is up?

Maybe skinny dipping in the neighbor's pool wasn't the best idea. Especially when the ridiculously hot new homeowner catches me and scolds me like I've been a very naughty girl. Turns out, my new neighbor, Austin, doesn't live alone. He has two smoking-hot housemates and two adorable kids. When the kids' coldhearted nanny abruptly quits, Austin offers me a live-in nanny gig. I love my kid-free evenings, but I'm in desperate need of a new place to live, so I reluctantly accept. Now I'm living in a house full of temptation. All three of these men are sharing my bed and stealing my heart.

Arabella Lestrange is the most notorious dancer in Paris' underground vampire cabaret–until she falls for human Gideon Blake and he ruins her afterlife. Fleeing Paris, she relishes the certainty that Gideon's cheeky, devil-may-care personality will eventually land him six feet under. But 150 years later, Arabella bumps into Gideon and discovers he's now a vampire too. This time, she's determined to make him pay. And she likes her revenge as she likes her coffee: long, dark, and dripping with blood.

Darius Ivanov believes the American branch of the Ivanov crime family has grown soft. Too many weddings. Too many feelings. Men who forget that love is a liability. He's there to set them right. Darius Ivanov is the man no one dares cross. The most disciplined—and most dangerous—of the Ivanovs. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't leave a trace. And he never, ever loses control. Until her. To secure a multibillion-dollar arms deal, Darius crosses a line even the Ivanovs won't excuse—he kidnaps the daughter of a U.S. Senator and locks a diamond bomb collar around her neck.