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I'm a determined dreamer - at least I used to be. I put all my dreams on hold and withdrew every penny from my savings account to pay the debt my ailing father owes to a local gang. Except, according to the gang's slimy leader, even my life savings won't be enough to pay the enormous debt my dad's accrued. And his leering gaze lets me know exactly how he wants me to pay the balance.

The very last thing Willa needs is for Sawyer Grant, the hot jock who made her life miserable in high school, to come roaring back into her life on a Harley. Too bad. The gorgeous bully is now a wounded veteran after his stint in the Navy SEALs - tortured and in need of the kind of care only she can provide with her unique gift. She's trying to keep it strictly professional with him, but he's determined to take their relationship to the next level. She knows if she lets him in, he'll ruin her life. Again.

I used to be a sensible, responsible good girl who kept her nose buried in textbooks and worked hard to make her father’s dreams come true. Then Keane happened. He was a crude, rude, ruthless Southie bully who only cared about his hockey career and pucking his way through a string of girls. I hated him and I thought he hated me, but then one unexpected spring break kiss changed everything. Moving across the country to go to med school and eventually marrying Keane’s total opposite seemed like the right things to do at the time.

Toute vérité n'est pas bonne à dire. La vie a toujours souri à Verity Crawford. Ses livres font d'elle une auteur star, sa maison du Vermont est splendide et elle forme avec Jeremy, son mari, un couple parfait. Mais un jour, sur une route, son rêve tourne au cauchemar. L'accident l'empêche d'écrire, transforme sa trop grande maison en prison, et menace de l'éloigner de Jeremy. La vie n'a jamais été tendre avec Lowen ashleigh.

Don’t miss the next utterly gripping and emotional thriller from Amanda Brooke! ‘Loaded with twists and dark turns you won’t see coming’ The Sun Every family has secrets… Following her mother’s tragic death, Paige is preparing to scatter Ellen’s ashes in the heart of the Welsh...

Octobre 1990. Le capitaine français Jorik Arteta, en mission au Rwanda, rencontre Espérance, jeune professeure engagée dans la transition démocratique de son pays. 6 avril 1994. Un éclair déchire le ciel de Kigali. Le Falcon du président rwandais explose en plein vol. Commencent alors cent jours de terreur et de sang. Les auteurs des tirs de missiles ne seront jamais identifiés. Quelqu'un, pourtant, connaît la vérité. Noël 2024. Jorik, sa fille et sa petite-fille s'envolent pour le Rwanda. Tous poursuivent leur propre quête, tourmentée par les fantômes du passé.

A heartfelt and delicately crafted debut novel about two young women who become entangled in one another and embark on a surprising journey of self-discovery and modern love. Aisling and Maya’s connection is unexpected. Maya has recently returned to the University of Edinburgh for her second...

Clementine Ford is a person who has loved deeply, strangely and with curiosity. She is fascinated by love and how it makes its home in our hearts and believes that the way we continue to surrender ourselves to love is an act of great faith and bravery. This tender and lyrical memoir explores love in its many forms, through Clementine's own experiences. With clear eyes and an open heart, she writes about losing her adored mother far too young, about the pain and confusion of first love - both platonic and romantic - and the joy and heartache of adult love.

Holt Calson was born with an 11-figure spoon in his mouth to one of the wealthiest families in the world. The night we met, I only had 11 dollars in my purse, and it was all the money I had in the world. We were never supposed to meet, much less be together. But Holt didn't care. He just wanted me.

The first time I meet Stone Ferraro, it’s hate at first sight, and then, he kidnaps me. On his mafia boss’s orders, but still...not a great first impression. The second time I meet him, he calls me a derogatory name, and I knee him in the balls. Not exactly the sweet social worker look I was going for, but hey, it had to be done. The third time we meet, it’s over my ex-boyfriend’s - his identical twin brother’s - grave, and he shocks me with a mind-melting kiss.

L’arrivée de Liz Truss au 10, Downing Street. Des ultraconservateurs réunis dans un vieux manoir. Une société secrète d’étudiants en plein Cambridge. Plusieurs morts mystérieuses. Des jeunes femmes en quête de vérité. Et une vieille inspectrice bien trop gourmande… Voici quelques ingrédients du nouveau roman virtuose de Jonathan Coe, le plus brillant et "charming" des auteurs britanniques, qui se joue ici des codes du polar pour mieux dénoncer montée des extrêmes et désinformation.

Him: She showed up in my dark world and pulled me into her light. Then she ran away. For six long years, she kept herself hidden from me. She is my wife. Did she really think I would just let her go? Nyet. She belongs to me, and now that I have found her, I will make her pay for destroying me. Her: He's the domineering monster I had to escape. The only place he and I work right is in bed. And now that he's found me, he's determined to take every scrap of dignity I have left. So why can't I stop wanting him?

Every server at the roadhouse I work at knows that Vengeance is a package deal. The three enforcers for the Ruthless Reapers don’t just share a job; they share you for one night if you dare to go to one of the rooms upstairs with them. Whenever they come into the roadhouse, they stare at me. Hard pass. It doesn’t matter if they make my stomach flutter and my seriously neglected nether regions stir with some very bad thoughts. But then my aunt’s boyfriend attacks me. One moment I’m calling Vengeance as a last resort. And the next I’m waking up in their bed.

Over the years with Razo, I've learned to keep my mouth shut. Learned not to fight back. Learned that talking only makes it bad...fighting only makes it worse. I shut down my feelings long ago. Because it’s the only way to survive. But then Razo sells me...to a dangerous biker with zero morals and a sick upbringing. A psycho who makes me feel like I have a flock of ravens inside my stomach. He never hesitates to remind me: I belong to him now.

"Vos pouvoirs viendront quand vous serez prêt, pas avant, expliqua le Père-des-tempêtes. On ne peut ni les hâter, ni les forcer. Vous possédez le pouvoir qu’Ishar détenait autrefois. Avant qu’il soit le Héraut de la Chance, on l’appelait Celui-qui-lie-les-dieux. Il fut le fondateur du Pacte Sacré. Aucun Radieux n’est capable d’accomplir davantage que vous. Votre pouvoir est celui du Lien, qui unit les hommes et les mondes, les esprits et les âmes. Vos Flux sont les plus grands de tous, mais ils seront impuissants si vous cherchez à les manier uniquement pour le combat. "

I used to be a sensible, responsible good girl who kept her nose buried in textbooks and worked hard to make her father’s dreams come true. Then Keane happened. He was a crude, rude, ruthless Southie bully who only cared about his hockey career and pucking his way through a string of girls. I hated him and I thought he hated me, but then one unexpected spring break kiss changed everything.

I didn’t know true desire until the first time I laid eyes on him. Tall, dark, beautiful as a god—completely forbidden. He was the penniless son of the help born in the Lousiana bayou, and I was a pretty southern princess, cultivated like a hothouse flower to become the trophy on some well-pedigreed man’s arm.

My Alien Overlords are red, massive, and determined to claim--steal? Keep? Possibly all of the above--me. Moons, I dunno. My status with the Louxos cousins is set on so, SO complicated. One night of passion with two Xalthurians changed everything. Nope! Try made everything worse. One will do anything to get me off the planet, including accepting my Hail Mary, crazy-high-stakes bet for full custody of our hybrid son. And the other one’s angry at me because I refuse to risk it all to become the MFM triad he believes me, him, and my hot-but-horrible alien baby daddy are fated to become.

I was born a few moments after midnight on January 1st. On my 21st birthday, my father throws me the most lavish New Year's Eve birthday party Baton Rouge has ever seen—then he tells me I'm a woman now, and that means I belong to a man he owes a blood debt.

Since aging out of the foster-care system and becoming a nurse, all I dreamed of was marrying a nice doctor and moving to a yellow two-story house in the suburbs. So how did a dangerous biker-gang criminal end up handcuffed to my bed? And why did I agree to let that animal teach me how to...ahem...do things? Wicked things. In the very same bed he’s been handcuffed to in order to keep me safe? Long story. And it didn’t end well. Now it’s time to marry my doctor fiancé and make all my former foster kid dreams come true.