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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER Seven perfect days. Then he disappeared. . . . The debut novel from the author of The One Day You Were My Husband is a love story with a tantalizing secret at its heart. “I absolutely loved this book and didn’t want it to end.”—Liane Moriarty, #1 New York...

I'm completely infatuated with Byron, the gorgeous, tight-shirted barista at the coffee shop on the corner. But he doesn't even know my name. I obviously need help. I just didn't expect that help to come in the form of an obnoxious straight ghost who haunts my apartment. But if I have any hope of scoring a date this Halloween with Byron, I'm going to need my ghost roommate's help. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to get the guy.

There was something seriously wrong with her. That was the only explanation that Marty could come up with to explain why after all these years, she still couldn’t escape this hold that he had on her. He’d made it clear years ago that he didn’t want her and now… She wasn’t sure that she would survive having her heart broken this time around.

He's a troubled young actor, Hollywood's newest heartthrob, struggling with fame as the star of the latest superhero franchise. Through scandal after scandal, addiction on top of addiction, a flurry of paparazzi hunt him as he fights to conquer his demons. She's a single mother, assistant manager at a grocery store, existing in monotony with her five-year-old daughter. Every day when she goes to work, lurid tabloids surround her, the face of a notorious bad boy haunting her from their covers.

Annie looks at the party going on next door, you know the house that no one's been at until today for almost a month. Yeah, that one and the guys at the party are pure man candy. Buff and sexy as sin. They look military, but I know looking military doesn't mean they are military. I've been invited by one of those gorgeous and tall men, but I'm here keeping a low profile. I even changed my type of job. Now I'm a freelance journalist, and romance author keeping out of society. Why you ask? I know secrets that can get lots of men hurt, it was my last job.

Investigating her friend's suspicious death, Sophie's only source of information turns up dead - and she's the prime suspect. Forced into hiding, she turns to her brother's best friend to help keep her alive, clear her name, and find the killer before she becomes the next victim. Gaige has longed for Sophie for years, and he'd do anything to keep her safe, but details of the investigation aren't adding up. Mounting doubts have him questioning her story, even as his heart insists she's telling the truth. The only thing he knows for sure is he'll do anything to prove her innocence.

Ghost I've spent twenty years convincing myself I'm too broken for love. Then I see her standing on that shelter porch with her four-year-old son, and everything changes. Debbie Wilson. Single mother. Survivor. Beautiful in ways that have nothing to do with looks. She should run from a man like...

They call me Ghost for a reason. Silent and in the shadows, I don't make my move until I am absolutely sure of everything. Four years ago I was sure about Jenna. My best friend's kid sister had grown up into a spitfire I couldn't resist. One night we stopped resisting. We promised we'd keep it a secret. It was a one-time mistake, but we'd put it behind us. Jenna tried to get out of our corrupt town, but it pulled her back in again. Now she needs help. I'll do all of that for her, if she'll just shut the hell up and let me. She can even keep all of her secrets, except for one.

They call me perfect. Bred to be a beautiful and docile porcelain doll. And I can play that role for as long as I need. One day, I'll run away with Azarel, the only alpha I've ever trusted. The only alpha I've ever loved. But there's a problem with porcelain. It fractures. And this pack of alphas that's assembling around me—the new Ghost Alpha Unit—might be what finally shatters me completely.

Six years. Seventy-two months. Over two thousand days. That's what I'd dedicated to that guitar-playing a*sehole, Danny Silver. Now I, Daisy Piper, was left to pick up the wreckage of his love while he ran off with the band to find fortune and fame. Life went on without him, and a new man soon rescued me from the ashes of Danny, but a part of my heart remained broken. First loves can't be forgotten so easily, and when Danny returned to our small hometown in Devon—famous and adored by millions—I couldn't stop myself from wanting to get a glimpse of the man I'd once laid beside.

Ten years ago, ASHLEY HALE left the Inn at Loon Lake, her family's business, frustrated by her father's apprenticeship that treated her more like a personal assistant than heir apparent. Her best friend turned husband, CHRISTOPHER LEWIS, stayed behind, breaking her heart. After her father's passing, Ashley discovers that he changed the terms of the will to include either her or her husband, whoever stays for thirty consecutive days following his death.

I only pretend to be the town psychic—which means my crystal ball never told me I'd be moving in with my elderly aunt and dealing with her hot, grumpy neighbor. Sure, she's hilarious, and she's letting me stay in her tiny guest house in return for dealing with her "ghost problem." The catch? I don't really believe in the supernatural. Even worse, Ward Carlisle, her hunky neighbor, is a real pain in my pumpkin patch. The fact our families have been feuding over some land for centuries doesn't help, either.

I found her by accident—just a glimpse during a job finished a few months back. One little discovery turned into an obsession. I told myself to forget her, but that was a lie I never stood a chance of keeping. When I learned her father planned to trade her to another club’s bastard, I couldn’t let it happen. So I took her.

Scarlett Sinclair is a romance novelist who knows exactly how love is supposed to work—on the page, at least. Off the page, she’s stuck. Her latest manuscript isn’t landing, her editor wants more of the same, and she’s quietly suffocating inside a life that no longer fits. She meets...

Banishing vengeful spirits from the mortal realm is Holly’s day job, but she’s never had to ghost anyone before – until Callum breaks her heart, making her wish she could exorcise her ex from her life. It’s been two years since professional ghost-whisperer Holly Daniels ghosted Callum...

Jillian Nejat is the only dating and relationship expert on the planet who is incapable of speaking to men. If they’re living, if they’re breathing, it’s game over. With her bank account at zero, her career a dumpster fire, and her dating life in a 10-year slump, she moves into a tiny, dirt-cheap NYC apartment. Unfortunately, the apartment is already occupied. Daniel (no-last-name) is a sexy, shirtless, six-pack wielding heartthrob who is also...dead.

After 13 years of not talking to his grown-up son, Joey, New Yorker Silas gets worrying health news, meaning the coming holiday season might be his last chance to make things right. A job onboard the Crown Atlantic Holiday Wonderland Cruise finds him bound for Florida in the company of 3000 gay men—and one woman.

Two lonely souls, one new dating app. They both swipe right and sparks fly. Are they in it for the long run? Or will one of them get ghosted?

Jetson Barker appeared like a ghost; suddenly & unexpected. Isla: My life was supposed to be all planned: finish school. Work for the FBI in their art forgery unit. Find a nice man to marry. But then Jet came roaring into my life, changing it all. He's smart, sexy, dangerous. But is he worth the risk? Does he truly want to be with me, or am I just part of his plans to carry out his attacks?

Mia a vécu des situations difficiles au cours de ses différentes missions humanitaires. Elle a affronté la misère, la violence, la maladie et la pauvreté, mais elle a toujours repoussé l’idée que sa vie était en danger. Alors quand sa mission en Colombie vire au cauchemar et qu’elle est enlevée puis séquestrée dans une hutte au fin fond de la jungle, elle doit surmonter ses peurs, et s’accrocher à l’espoir d’être secourue.