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Saeris Fane doesn't want power. The very last thing she needs is her name whispered on an entire court's lips, but now that she's been crowned queen of the Blood Court, she's discovering that a queen's life is not her own. A heavy weight rests upon her shoulders. Her ward—and her brother—need her back in her homeland…but the changes that have strengthened Saeris have also made her weak. Born under blazing suns, Saeris will surely die if she makes her way home through the Quicksilver. Which means that, once again, she must send someone else in her stead....

Twenty-four-year-old Saeris Fane is good at keeping secrets. No one knows about the strange powers she possesses or the fact that she has been picking pockets and stealing from the Undying Queen's reservoirs for as long as she can remember. But a secret is like a knot. Sooner or later, it is bound to come undone. When Saeris comes face-to-face with Death himself, she inadvertently reopens a gateway between realms and is transported to a land of ice and snow. The Fae have always been the stuff of myth, of legend, of nightmares… but it turns out they're real.

Previously only available on Callie Hart's website, these scenes (written from Kingfisher's point of view rather than Saeris') are now brought to life in audio by popular demand.

La traducción en español de El Arte de Vivir es la introducción clásica a la Meditación Vipassana, tal y como la enseña S.N. Goenka. Preparado bajo su tutela y con su aprobación, este estudio completo incluye historias por Goenkaji, así como respuestas a preguntas realizadas por sus estudiantes; las cuales transmiten un sentido vívido de su enseñanza.

Saeris Fane, ventiquattro anni, è bravissima a mantenere segreti. Nessuno sa dei suoi strani poteri, né del fatto che ha passato la vita a rubare dalle cisterne della Regina Immortale. Ma in una terra dominata da un deserto spietato, non c'è nulla che non si farebbe per un bicchiere d'acqua. Prima o poi, però, ogni segreto viene alla luce. Quando Saeris si trova faccia a faccia con la morte in persona, riapre involontariamente un passaggio tra i regni e viene trasportata in una terra di ghiaccio e neve. I Fae sono sempre stati considerati creature mitiche, leggende, incubi...

Three swoony hockey players. Three fierce heroines. One unforgettable team. Welcome to Maple Creek, where the ice is cold, but the chemistry is scorching. This small-town hockey series follows the Maple Creek Thunder as they battle on the ice—and fall hard off it. With fake dates, forbidden secrets, and more than a few broken rules, these men are about to learn that the biggest games aren’t always played in the arena.

She never planned on selling herself. He never planned on buying her. Sienna: I only agreed to be auctioned off because it was the fastest way to save my grandma’s house. One dinner, one night of pretending, and I’ll finally have the money we need. Easy. At least it was supposed to be. Until he raised his hand. The grumpy, brooding mountain man with stormy eyes and a reputation as cold as the mountain winters. Now I’m not just his for the night. I’m his wife. His fake wife.

Help your child build a powerful connection with their body through movement, breath, rest, and kindness. My Mindful Body is a beautifully narrated guide for children ages 4-10 that helps kids understand, respect, and love their bodies from the inside out. Through gentle breathing, playful stretching, body scan exercises, calming rest rituals, and positive body talk, this book teaches kids how to feel strong, centered, and proud of who they are—physically and emotionally.

Maya Lawrence knew that such a feat was impossible. That's why, when she got pregnant as a teenager and hockey star Christian Riley signed with the pros, she let him go. Maya gave up on all her dreams to become a single mother. Her parents and Christian abandoned her when she needed them the most, leaving her to turn to her brother Preston to help raise her son, Finley.

Adam Wright may be a self-made billionaire, but he's also a beast. Most children grow up hating a storybook villain. Based on the injuries that man inflicted on my brother, I grew up hating a real one. When he sort of kidnaps me and drags me back to his fairytale mansion, it feels like yet another cliché antihero stunt. Here's the thing, though. Most villains don't weep real tears when they see you having a diabetic episode. They don't abandon their billion-pound empire so they can roll up their sleeves and pull your company back from the brink of bankruptcy.

Serious relationships? Not my usual ride. As the Prez of the Steel Demons MC, my life has always been all about the thrill of the chase. But lately, those club bunny flings ain't cutting it. Deep down, I crave something more real, something with meaning. Then, outta nowhere, my past roars back. A night from five years ago, a hazy memory, and in a flash—a son I never knew about. This is how Ellie comes into my life, the game-changer. Her sister's vanished, and she's been raising my kid all by herself. The moment I lock eyes with Ellie, I'm hooked.

"Scipio Africanus: Greater Than Napoleon" throws down a historical gauntlet. Author B.H. Liddell Hart argues that Roman general Scipio, famed for defeating Hannibal, outshines even the mighty Napoleon. Published in 1927, the book dives deep into their strategies, campaigns, and leadership styles.

Do you absolutely need to see Max, Dex, and Darcy exchange vows? Want a front-row seat to the sexy chaos that ensues when Cal decides to raise money for the rainforests? Desperate for that spreader bar scene between Adam and Nat? Have you long harbored a suspicion that Anton's Terrible Twins will cause even more havoc as they get older?

I want to run a sex empire and be taken seriously in the old boys' club that is the business world. I want to be the poster child, not the plaything. So, I stay polished. Tasteful. Beyond reproach. Until Anton Wolff joins Alchemy. He's the UK's most charismatic billionaire, and he's looking for a club that's as discreet as it is debauched. As classy as it is carnal. I think I've seen it all—until he shares what he desires from his Alchemy experience. And what he desires, above all else, is me. I think I'm afraid of the Big, Bad Wolff.

I've endured fifteen years of underwhelming marital sex with Lord John Russell. One front-page tell-all from his secretary puts an end to that misery pretty efficiently. As the media furor rages around our divorce, two things become abundantly clear. One: it's time for some decent orgasms, which is why I've joined the Unfurl program at London's top sex club, Alchemy. Two: it's time to take control of the narrative, for myself and for other women. That's why I plan to document my sexual revolution on camera.

Stunned. That's the word when Peyton Brooks, my son's ex, shows up at my door in the middle of the night, asking for protection. Hell, I'm always stunned around her. She's something else—all smiles and curves in one hell of a confident package. Right up my alley. Problem is she's off-limits. Too young, too attractive, and way too much of my kid's ex. Now, she's not just a hottie; she's my job too. Someone offed her roommate, and now her life's in the crosshairs. That's why she came knocking on my door for help.

I cultivated my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honor at my convent school, and I've been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He's the most proper person I've ever met. No one would peg him as the finance director of a sex club. (I mean, no one's pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. #justsayin) I get it. He's a widower, single-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet, something just for him.

Don’t sleep with your best friend. Take it from me. I did it. And it was awful - I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget kind of bad. The problem is, Luke has forgotten. He swears that he can’t remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables. But I can't forget. I can’t forget how good his hands felt until I fell over and hit my hip on the dresser, and I sure as hell can’t forget the entire two minutes.

Look, I didn't go out of my way to sleep with my next-door neighbor. It just happened. On the counter. Over the counter. Probably under it, too, if we hadn't moved it to the bedroom. But take it from me: a one night stand with your neighbor? It's not all it's cracked up to be....

I have no idea why I said yes. Maybe I'd had one too many wines. Maybe I'd done it accidentally. Maybe I'd been sleep-texting. One thing I know for sure is this: I absolutely do not want Ethan Hawkins in my apartment, up in my business, taking over my space. Yet he's here, moving his stuff into my spare bedroom, sending a wave of panty-melting, musky man-scent my way every time he walks past me. Here's the thing. We don't get along - at all. We never have, and I don't think we're going to start now that we're under one roof.