Slow Productivity Audiobook

A wolf howls. The forest stills… for a moment. Then, all wildlife burst into motion. Every living thing, from the smallest lizards and toads to the great brown bears and powerful mountain lions, flee. Spiders scurry to the top of their webs. Birds take flight. Squirrels leap from branch to branch. Wide-eyed deer and elk jump over brush and fallen logs. A lone wolf pauses, but tucks his tail and turns to join the escape. The wind whips through the forest, causing leaves to fall and tall pines to groan. Thundering hooves and paws make the forest floor shake. Finally, the forest stills. The wind gusts slow to a gentle and warm breeze. The wildlife seem calm once more and return to their foraging, napping, or grazing. The wolf howls again. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Amerie moved to a small town in Montana for a fresh start and to follow her dreams. Things are starting to look up and feel right again. Then, the town seems to turn upside down when someone goes missing in the forest. Some locals fear the legend of the Wolf Man may be real and claim the beast is to blame, claiming it wants revenge for mistreatment of the forest. Amerie rolls her eyes and joins the search parties, but an unfortunate fall leads her to discover more than she signed up for as she comes face to face with a large, white wolf. The secrets of the forest have been waiting to reveal themselves to her.

When I was six, I spilled hot water, slipped, and burned my face. My face was ruined. My parents learned their lesson and never let my younger sister do housework. To everyone they met, they praised her beauty, her charm. They turned to me with nothing but disdain. When I was ten, I had a high fever. They didn't think much of it and let it drag on until my brain was damaged, leaving me slow and dull. They learned their lesson again. From then on, if my sister so much as coughed, they would rush her to the hospital in the dead of night, showering her with care. I was like a failed experiment. Every mistake they made with me, they corrected for her. I was ugly, silent, dim-witted, unwanted. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, clever, adored by all. When I was diagnosed with depression, I gathered what little courage I had and told them. Mom lashed out, called me sick in the head, and accused me of being petty. If I was so capable, she said, I might as well die. It wasn't until my sister pushed me off a high-rise that they found out, by sheer accident, that she wasn't their child at all. I was their one and only biological child.

He tilted her chin up, his touch deceptively gentle. “You’re trembling,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over her lips, slow enough to make her shiver. “Is it fear…” his gaze lingered on her mouth. “Or me?” Her pulse stuttered, betraying her. He was too close, and her body didn’t seem to remember which feeling came first, terror or desire. **** Elena Castellano never thought her father would trade her freedom to keep her safe. But after a violent attack changes everything, she is forced to marry the one man she has every reason to be afraid of, Stefano Bernardo, the ruthless heir to one of Milan’s most dangerous families. To the world, it’s a union between two powerful families. To Stefano, it’s the sweetest revenge. Stuck in a marriage built on deceit and danger, Elena must fight not only for her freedom but for her life, because Stefano’s revenge runs deeper than she ever imagined. And if she truly wants to live, she must face the truth; the real danger isn’t her husband’s revenge, it’s falling for him. He married her to destroy her family. But she might become the death of him – literally.

What happens when you accidentally send a text to your best friend's dad that was not meant to be for his eyes? Elona, who is eighteen, is on the cusp of a new chapter- her final year of high school. A dream she has her sights on becoming a model. But beneath her confident exterior lies a secret crush on someone unexpected- Mr. Crane, her best friend's father. Three years ago, after the tragic loss of his wife, Mr. Crane, a painfully handsome man, stands as a hardworking billionaire, a symbol of both success and unspoken pain. His world intersects with Elona's through her best friend, their shared street, and his friendship with her dad. One fateful day, a slip of a thumb changes everything. Elona accidentally sends Mr. Crane a series of revealing photos intended for her best friend. As he sits at the boardroom table, he receives the unexpected images. His gaze lingers on the screen, he has a choice to make. Will he confront the accidental message, risking a fragile friendship and potentially igniting emotions neither anticipated? Or will he grapple with his own desires in silence, seeking a way to navigate this uncharted territory without disrupting the lives around him? This age-gap, forbidden, slow burn, suspenseful romance is filled with angst and tension.

“He shattered her heart. She’ll make him beg for a second chance.” In the world of wolves, fate never makes mistakes — but Alpha Kael Blackthorn refuses to believe the Moon Goddess could have chosen her. Evelyn Hart is an omega, a nobody. Weak. Unwanted. Barely tolerated by her pack. But when she turns eighteen, the impossible happens: she finds her mate — the ruthless Alpha of the Crescent Fang Pack. Cold. Untouchable. Feared. And he looks her in the eye and rejects her without hesitation. Publicly. Brutally. But rejection has consequences. What no one knows — not even Evelyn — is that her blood carries the legacy of a lost line of Moon Healers. Rare. Ancient. Powerful. And rejecting a healer mate comes at a price. As Evelyn’s pain awakens the dormant magic within her, Kael begins to unravel. Nightmares. Weakness. Rage. A slow decay of his wolf’s mind and body. The bond isn’t gone — it’s twisted. Poisoned. And the only antidote is the girl he destroyed. But Evelyn is no longer the soft-spoken shadow hiding behind the pack. She’s changing. Learning. Becoming dangerous. She may still be his mate… but she’s not his to command anymore. Let the Alpha beg. Let the healer rise. And let the fire between them burn so hot it could consume them both.

Mia Halstead, a 26 year old surgeon who’s learned to measure life in precise incisions and careful routines. When a bittersweet goodbye to childhood friends becomes an eight year leap into a town that still holds the ache of first love, Mia finds herself drawn back to the one man who haunted her heart from the start: Dawson Lane. Dawson, scarred by war and shadowed by nights of sleepless thunder, is the quiet storm she never stopped craving. He’s returned home, tall, guarded, and carrying a history that refuses to stay buried. As Mia navigates high stakes hospital corridors, a meddling sister who runs on caffeine and chaos, and a provocative doctor eager to rewrite her fate, old memories collide with present danger. A lingering crush becomes something more dangerous: the truth that love can heal what fear has kept apart and break what’s never been rebuilt. When a stalker shadows Mia’s steps, and a pregnancy tests the future in unexpected ways, Mia and Dawson must decide what they’re willing to risk for a chance at a future that isn’t dictated by memory or duty. With Liberty Lane’s unflinching loyalty and a town that aches to belong, Storm-Worn Hearts is a slow burn romance about choosing love when the weather inside you refuses to clear.

It was Hana Verlice’s engagement party — but the only thing she could think about was that night six months ago. The night Dante Carter pinned her against the backseat window of his car,cheeks pressed to the glass, her dress lifted to her waists, with his mouth buried between her legs. Now, she was hours away from marrying his older brother. Elijah Osborne Carter — the perfect man, heir to Osborne Pharmaceuticals, and her father’s last hope of saving their crumbling empire. But as she slipped into her designer dress, her mind couldn't stop thinking about the one man she could never have. Dante. The mistake she was supposed to forget. The temptation she swore never to touch again. The younger brother who disappeared after that night and was never supposed to come back. But as she stepped out of her dressing room to join her soon-to-be husband at the party, there he was. Leaning at the foot of the stairs like raw sin. Messy hair. Dark eyes. That cocky mouth that once had her moaning his name in ecstacy. Her pulse quickened as her knees threatened to give out. She tried to breathe. To stay still. But one look at him… and she knew she was in trouble. “What the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, her voice barely holding. He smirked, slow and knowing as his gaze dropped shamelessly to her lips. “Did you miss me, cookie?”

I was on the verge of unbuckling his belt when he pulled away so forcefully I stumbled forward, disoriented by the sudden loss of contact. My core throbbed, my nipples could cut diamonds, and my skin was so sensitive even the brush of air caused me to tremble. But when the fog of sensation dissipated, I realized Alex was glaring at me. “Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, his scowl fierce enough to make grown men quake. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Alex—” “No. What the hell were you thinking?” he bit out. “Did you think we would fuck in the kitchen while your friends are in the other room?” Heat scorched my cheeks. “If this is about Josh—” “It’s not about Josh.” Alex pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled a slow, controlled breath. “Not entirely.” “Then what is it?” He wanted me. I knew he did; I felt it, and I’m not just talking about the massive bulge straining his pants. Yes, Josh would attempt to murder us both if he found out what happened, but he couldn’t stay mad at us forever. Besides, he didn’t return to D.C. until Christmas. We had time. “It’s me. And you. Together. It won’t work.” Alex’s glare intensified. “Whatever fantasies you have of us swirling in that pretty head of yours, kill them. That kiss was a one-time mistake. It’ll never happen again.”

"She will come back," she promised. "She just needs time to sort her head out." "Not her heart?" The dry distinction made Charley wince. "I'm sure she loves you," she persisted. "She's just not ready to commit to marriage." If you just give her time, then I— Black eyebrows with a fascinating silken gloss gave her a curious look. "Are you actually standing there, Miss Jones, suggesting that I should wait for Adelina to sort her head out?" Well, was she? Lifting her chin, "If you love her—yes," she insisted. "Then you are a romantic fool because it is not going to happen." He moved suddenly, straightening away from the desk. "There is a wedding arranged for next Saturday morning, and I intend to make sure that it goes ahead." Without a bride? Charley stared at him. "You mean—you're going to find her and drag her back to marry you?" A silly kind of laugh left her throat at the very image of Adelina being dragged by this man down the church aisle, kicking and screaming. ‘No.’ Reaching behind him, his long fingers picked Adelina's letter up again—this time to fold it with slow, neat precision. "I mean to replace her with someone else."I want reparation for being taken for an idiot, and if that means putting you in Adelina's wedding dress and marrying you in her place, then that is what is going to happen."

“I’m going to have to eat your pussy since you won’t stop trembling like that, little mate.” The words rumble from Vincenzo’s throat as he pins me to the bed, his fangs grazing my inner thigh while Lorenzo and Valentino watch with glowing eyes, cocks already hard and leaking for me. I ran from my ex after catching him buried in another man, whining about an “open marriage” like I was disposable. Betrayed. Shattered. Done. Then the Drakvolk brothers found me—three godlike Lycan Alphas, rulers of the most ruthless pack alive. Brothers in blood, bonded in power, and destined to share one woman. Me. They’ve shared kills, territory, and secrets since they were pups… and now they share my body. Vincenzo’s tongue dives in first, slow and punishing, making me arch and gasp. Lorenzo’s rough hands spread me wider, fingers teasing my clit while he growls, “Scream for us, omega.” Valentino claims my mouth, swallowing every moan as their knots swell, promising to fill me completely—stretching, marking, breeding. No more lies. No more holding back. Just three primal gods taking turns, then taking me all at once, until I’m dripping, knotted, and begging: Moan for us… forever. The Alphas’ Dirty Desires