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My butt pads are sliding under my shape wear, I had to starve to fit in this dress, and the last place on earth I want to be is on a date with Walker Svensson.

The Thanksgiving turkey is still warm, and I’m already up to my eyeballs in debt from my failed business. To make matters worse, my knight in flannel never appeared—you know, the guy, the one who was tall, dark, and plaid, who had a friendly yellow lab and a truck and sold firewood, the one who showed the big-city heroine the true meaning of love and Christmas. Yeah, he did not come rescue me.

Als Herwulf und seine Männer König Alrik töten und dessen Land einnehmen, begeben sich die Königskinder Signy, Regin und Buri auf eine halsbrecherische Flucht. Weit im Osten, jenseits eines hohen Gebirges, liegt ein fremdes Reich. Dort hoffen sie Hilfe zu erhalten, um den Tod ihres Vaters zu rächen und ihr Heimatland zurückzuerobern. Die Geschwister müssen all ihren Mut zusammennehmen, denn auf ihrem Weg durchqueren sie eine Welt voller Gespenster, Elfen, Riesen, Trollen und Zauberinnen. Werden sie gemeinsam allen Gefahren trotzen und das Abenteuer bestehen?

What was the worst day of my life ever? Today. My wedding day. Not because I married a man I’d never met but because my husband, Wolf Van de Berg, hates my freaking guts—and the feeling is mutual. It’s worth it because I get 30 percent of his company if I can survive this marriage. But that’s a big, giant if. And no, before you ask if we had a passionate night of hate and lust on our wedding night, think again. Wolf is doing everything in his power to make me call it quits on our marriage. The only way I’m surviving is with cake. And wine. And did I mention cake?

Crash-land on an alien barbarian planet and told there’s no way home? Anyone else might have a nervous breakdown, but I was abducted with my besties! Between us, we have fifteen PhDs. We will be getting off this planet. Trust. Two liquid hydrogen rockets and a smidge of deep-space travel later, and we’re back home on Earth. Except that our spaceship had stowaways. Now there’s a seven-foot-tall alien named Cassius in my Los Angeles condo. He’s calmly explaining that, according to the ancestors, we are to be eternally mated and have a litter of children.

Vidanric reminds me daily that he despises Earth and wants to go home. He’s miserable, and so am I—even though I can’t help but admire the view when he’s standing shirtless in my kitchen making a smoothie. Loudly. At three in the morning. My horoscope didn’t prepare me for any of this. He chewed up and ate one of the inspirational notes I gave him. He cooks squirrels in my cast-iron skillet. He complains nonstop about my annoying Earth-girl habits. This alien’s not grumpy—he’s downright hostile.

Die Trennung von ihrem Freund wäre nur halb so schlimm, wenn nur diese Geilheit nicht wäre. Auf der Suche nach einem guten Porno, kommt sie in Kontakt mit einem Webcam-Girl - und ist plötzlich selbst online. Von der Lust getrieben, liefert sie dem Online-Publikum eine heiße One-Woman-Show und dann steht plötzlich auch noch ihr Ex vor der Tür.

I have no alternatives—I have to throw myself to Carl Svensson’s mercy like a wretched Victorian romance heroine in order to save my dog. I wish all I had to do was lounge around a haunted mansion in a pretty dress. Instead, Carl is forcing me to run outside in the morning, clean my apartment, and finally do something about my credit card debt. Yes, I am side-eyeing all of this. Carl’s in for a shock of his own, though. I’m a free-spirited, art-loving girl with tattoos, multicolored hair, and piercings. An uptight, suit-wearing investment banker is not going to change me.

Es ist erst November, aber der erste Schnee fällt schon. Tova ist frisch getrennt. Sie liebt Weihnachten und alles, was dazu gehört, aber wie kann sie es genießen, wenn sie sich so unglaublich allein fühlt?

In my defense, my twin sister is engaged to the love of my life. Ok, so he’s my ex of two weeks, but I have totally been in love with him since we were kids!

Une famille. Un secret. Un été tragique. Des vies bouleversées à jamais. Gloucestershire, août 1971. Un bébé est retrouvé dans les bois du manoir de Foxcote. La famille Harrington, endeuillée par une terrible tragédie, accueille avec joie la petite fille et décide de l'élever en secret. Mais ce bonheur familial est très vite ébranlé par la découverte d'un cadavre sur leur propriété.

Als einziges Mädchen im Umkreis von dreizehn Kilometern ist Maserati Aufmerksamkeit gewohnt. Dabei will sie nur eines: den Feriengästen selbstgemachte Limonade ihrer Oma servieren und die Tage bis zur Volljährigkeit zählen. Mit der Liebe will sie nichts zu tun haben – und schon gar nichts mit den Annäherungsversuchen der Söhne der reichen Familie, die gerade die Villa im Dorf gekauft hat. Doch dann stellen Caspar und Theo verbotene Fragen.

I know we can shape our lives with our words and believe we need to our current reality. I also believe there is the need to use any and all available resources in relation to one’s health and well-being, especially given the very complex lives we all live. These affirmations were designed and written to help anyone improve their health: it can be a small improvement, a starter, for an accomplished fitness individual, someone recuperating, or anyone at any stage of health.

The Maxine Hotel was supposed to be mine. I invested my meager savings into the upkeep. I slept in a freezing-cold attic like Cinderella, but with way more wine. Then Mike Svensson swaggers in with his billions and his bad attitude, steals the hotel from me, and starts bossing me around like he owns the place. My boss is going down. But he’s harder to get rid of than I thought. Snack-addicted raccoons, angry squatters, and ghosts - nothing seems to faze him. It’s time to bring out the big guns - I have two of them strapped to my chest!

Inside this book, you will find common triggers and symptoms of irritable bowel syndrome (also known as IBS), what medications are commonly used by doctors to deal with those symptoms, and other natural ways to help take control of your gut back and heal the real reason you probably have IBS anyway.

The only thing we have in common is that we’re both tall. He wears bespoke suits; I wear flats with holes in them. He runs a big shot investment firm; I’m trying to start my own company with only bubble gum and circus peanuts. He likes to show up at my horrible dates and ruin them; I…pretended I hated when he did that but secretly was thrilled even though it was a little young adult fiction.

I should be hiding away with wine and snacks while waiting for Christmas to end. Instead, I’m wearing a reindeer mascot costume and pretending I’m oh-so-excited to meet New York City’s most eligible billionaire bachelor! Christmas is already a stressful time of the year without adding a billionaire to the mix. Between dodging bake-off sabotaging cousins, applying for a long-shot prestigious museum internship, and trying to survive being broke in Manhattan, I’m up to my black lipstick in my own special nightmare before Christmas.

Beck Svensson fired me right before rent was due and in the middle of a rainstorm. That’s why he’s at the top of my hate list, along with pickles, people who steal other people’s lunches out of the office fridge, and trying to fold a fitted sheet. But you know what? It’s fine - totally fine. It’s freedom! I could do anything! I could start a bakery or farm the mushrooms growing in my soggy apartment carpet. Or I could just show up at the temp office at hate o’clock in the morning for a new assistant job.

Walter Schmidt ist ein Mann alter Schule: Er hat die Rente erreicht, ohne zu wissen, wie man sich eine Tütensuppe macht oder einen Staubsauger bedient. Schließlich war da immer seine Ehefrau Barbara. Doch die steht eines Morgens nicht mehr auf. Und von da an wird alles anders. Walter muss sich am Ende seines Lebens plötzlich neu erfinden: als Pflegekraft, als Hausmann und fürsorglicher Partner. Da entdeckt Walter den Fernsehkoch Medinski und dessen Facebook-Seite, auf der er schon bald nicht mehr nur Schritt-für-Schritt-Anleitungen findet, sondern auch unverhofften Beistand.

In my defense, I never claimed to be professional.... At least that’s my excuse for why I mistook a billionaire for a waiter, made off-color comments, and accidentally dumped a plate of food all over him. Embarrassing myself is a daily occurrence, just like my unpaid bill notices. But being in a wedding instead of planning one is not. I shall live vicariously through this high-end wedding and forget about the rent payments I’ve missed, the fact that my tiny apartment has no hot water, and that I’m about to be evicted anyway so it doesn’t even matter, anyway! Yay!