Résultats Éditeur "Podium Audio" dans Comédie romantique

If you told me I'd be on a reality dating show with a man I can't stand while the guy I haven't been able to forget films it all, I'd tell you to kick rocks. Alas, here I am, pretending to fall in love with a man who'd marry himself if he could all while my TV producer best friend has front seats to it all. It'd be a lot easier if the self-centered bachelor wasn't hot as hell and charming beyond reason when the cameras are rolling. Or if I didn't get heart palpitations every time my best friend looked at me.

Turns out that being Maddie Foster, heiress to the Foster Christmas Figurine fortune, isn't all it's cracked up to be—especially after my stepmom takes my inheritance and puts me out on the street. But something leads me back to the lodge where Dad and I used to spend every Christmas. When I arrive, I don't exactly get the warm welcome I'm expecting. Especially when I meet Jake Stone, the grumpy new owner, who also happens to be a gorgeous single dad. But his little boy needs my help, and before I know it, I've landed a nanny job keeping an eye on Dylan and helping him write letters to Santa.

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.

Luna Davidson has been in love with Tony since she was ten years old. As her older brother's best friend, he was always off-limits, but that doesn't mean she didn't try. But years after he turned her down, she's found herself needing his help, whether she wants it or not.

When I uncovered my fiancé's dirty little secret, I fled, leaving him standing at the altar like a sad little penguin. As a desperate bride on the run, I'm forced to take the job no one in their right mind wants: assistant to the ego-inflated billionaire owner of a luxurious resort. Logan Blingwood—his name alone sends shivers down the spines of his employees. He's infuriatingly arrogant, and glaring at me is his new favorite pastime. But beneath his grumpy façade and rock-solid chest, there's a flicker of vulnerability and a (nearly indiscernible) thump of a beating heart.

Apparently, she loved me, but that still didn't stop her from doing what she did. And frankly, I'm done with relationships, and I'm done with searching for love when it has no interest in finding me. After the hit I took last season, I plan to focus on rehabilitation and getting my mind back into the game I've loved for so many years. I don't need distractions, and I don't need another woman in my bed or my head. I've got enough complications to last me a lifetime.

Primrose Bellevue is many things—a candy maker, an influencer, and a pink-loving, confident woman. She isn't, however, a criminal. That is until she commits the stupidest crime in history. After her very public break-up and her sudden fame as a stalker, she has no choice but to escape the scene of the crime. By some stroke of luck, the grumpy, arrogant farmer who witnessed it all just so happens to be desperate for an alibi of his own. But lacking a stable connection out in the sticks might not be the worst part of bunking with her fake boyfriend.

After being in a relationship for three years, Noelle Frost is faced with the reality that she was definitely the better half. Her friends, ecstatic she's dropped the dead weight of a cheating boyfriend, urge her to get away for the holiday and take some time for herself. Not sure if that'll fix anything, but willing to try, she books a last-minute trip to the world-renowned Mistletoe Mountain Resort. Noelle boards the plane with the promise of peace and relaxation on the horizon.

Returning to my small hometown after I crashed and burned in the city is bad enough. Having my lifelong rival, Wes Stryker, rub it in my face doesn't make it easier. Even worse, I'm hired to help him pull his family's distillery out of a rough patch. Oh, and I'm forced to be his roommate. That means dealing with his annoying flirting and one-upping all day, every day. He's unbearably cocky, and his dimpled smile charms everyone with a pulse—except for me.

Darcy, Darcy, Darcy. The name I should have wiped from my mind nearly two years ago. Her brother, and my assistant captain, has repeatedly warned her she's off-limits to a guy like me—a playboy bound to bed her one night and break her heart the next morning—an opinion shared by her stepdad, who also happens to be my coach. I can see why they don't want their goalie anywhere near her. My reputation with women isn't exactly unblemished.

Being a twenty-seven-year-old virgin on a pro hockey team was messing with my head—and my game. Plenty of women would have gladly helped me out with my little predicament, but it wasn't me they were after—it was fame. To keep things simple, I decided to make Madison a proposal: take my virginity and I'll help the beautiful single mom find her confidence after a bad breakup.

I don't date hockey players. I never have and never will. That is why I've brushed off this specific player who has continued to try to get my attention. The thing with this specific player is that he can't stand my brother. His teammate. And I can't stand him. Colton Wheeler is persistent, and even if it's just using me to get under my brother's skin, he's determined to wear me down. The chemistry between us is tangible, no matter how much I want to deny it.

Quinn Byrne is rare, even among fire elementals, with her powers hard-wired into her arousal. She can't touch herself without setting the sheets ablaze. With an incendiary sex drive, Quinn's dating life is dryer than the desert that surrounds her hometown of Phoenix, Arizona. She'd give anything to have a normal romantic relationship. But she knows one thing for sure: human men are out of the question. No exceptions. Not even if the guy is trying to woo her with delicious ice cream.

Paisley Molina was a complication I never saw coming. She was heading to law school. I was on my way to Italy. After two weeks with her, I was ready to upend all my plans. Until she skipped town without a word. Now she's back, looking like sin, and swearing I broke her heart. I don't know what she's talking about, but I mean to find out. Unfortunately, she's made it clear that she'd rather set herself on fire. Too bad for her. She owes me answers, and I will be getting them. I tell myself that's the only reason I'm in her space with my hands all over her delectable body.

I have it all. I work my dream job doing animal-assisted therapy, I live with the four best friends in history, and I own an actual pair of Louboutins. I should be content. Right? Except, ever since an adorable toddler begged me to be her momma, I want more, and an insta-family is my only chance at motherhood. Unfortunately, her absurdly hot NFL star dad isn't quite as enthusiastic about me as she is. In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd think he was avoiding me. At least until his nanny leaves abruptly mid-season.

Let's get this straight—I hate Tate Blingwood. Our one-night stand was supposed to be just that, but now I've got a precious daughter to raise on my own. To make matters worse, he's everywhere, and I'm not just talking about my fantasies. Tate's career has hit the skids and he's on all the news stations and social media sites. Making revenge memes was just supposed to be a little fun to keep me sane and keep his enormous ego in check. I didn't expect it to bite me on the ass when he ended up seeking refuge at the resort I live and work in.

Vienna Shaw doesn't do risky, edgy, or anything on the wild side. She's the woman who thinks The Goonies is a horror movie and lives for Austen-era romance novels. So, when a night out of her comfort zone ends up in a nightmarish elevator, all the risks she never took spill to the stranger in the corner: actually see The Goonies, ride a rollercoaster, and get that heart-melting kiss people will write books about. She didn't expect the smoldering guy with tattoos to step up and knock one of those things off her list.

A city girl trying to make the rent finds something priceless in a cozy cottage in the magical kingdom of Wilderise. When Alison Lennox learns of her surprise inheritance of a country estate, she knows exactly what to do: sell it. Her late father set her on the path to career success and gleaming dwarven highrises, not backbreaking labor and leaky thatched roofs. All she needs to do to keep her life on track is get in, flip the cottage, and get out, hopefully with a pocket full of coin for the effort.

I should've married my childhood best friend, but I chose another man. Now I'm a single mom, back in my hometown, trying to make ends meet, and my ex-bestie is my new boss. The moment our eyes meet, I know I'm the last woman on earth Nash McCreedy wants to see. Now we're forced to work together and face old memories I've avoided for years. Everywhere I look, he's there, and it doesn't help that he's the only man I've ever loved. I ignore him and the bubbling feelings for as long as I can, but fail.

New York's favorite hockey player and bar brawler, Riley Huntington, needs a PR fix—stat—or he'll be kicked off the team for good. Enter Liora James, an ex-Olympic figure skater with dreams as big as her heart and a past so dark it might break it. Desperate to right her wrongs, Liora pins her hopes high on a new TV show called "Grace on Ice," where figure skaters team up with celebrities in hopes of winning a million dollars. But to even stand a chance, she needs more than skill on the ice—she needs publicity.