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When I was nine, I went to my first funeral. Along with accepting my father's death, I had to accept new and awful truths I wasn't prepared for. When I was nineteen, I went to my mother's funeral. We weren't close, but with her gone, I became more alone than ever before. Sure, I have a half-brother who runs The Alliance. And yeah, he's given me his protection—in the form of a bodyguard and chauffeur. But I don't have anyone that really knows me. No one to really love me. Until I meet him. The man in the airport.

“You’re invited to the wedding of the summer. We hope you can join us. Mia, it’s a pity you don’t have a date.” After receiving that rude invite from my childhood crush Rex, I did something wildly unhinged. I suggested to my best friend, Luke (Rex’s brother), that we should go to the wedding together and pretend we’d been secretly dating for a year. The rules were simple: Pretend we were soulmates, written in the stars. No crossing physical lines (I was dumb). Break up immediately after the wedding. As you can guess, the plan derailed as soon as Luke arrived back in town.

Printemps 1961. Tandis que Buckingham Palace se prépare à recevoir le président Kennedy sur fond de conquête de l'espace, la reine Elizabeth et le prince Philip attendent avec impatience leur prochaine croisière en Méditerranée, à bord du Britannia. Mais à quelques jours du départ, alors qu'ils sont dans le train royal qui les emmène à Balmoral, la dame de compagnie de la princesse Margaret voit des hommes jeter un corps nu dans un champ. La victime serait-elle Pavel Michalowski, un photographe proche de l'entourage de la princesse Margaret ?

The Empire has fallen. The Empire must rise. For twenty years civil war has torn the Empire apart; the Imperial line extinguished after the mad Emperor Quintus was burned in his palace, betrayed by his greatest general and oldest friend, Kiva Caerdin. Against a background of war, decay and...

I should have run the other way. Paid my tab and gone back to my room. But he was there. And he was…everything. I figured, what’s the harm in letting passion rule my decisions for one night? So what if he looks like the Devil in a suit? I’d be leaving in the morning, flying home to my pleasant but predictable life. I’d never see him again. Except I do. In the last place I expected. And now everything I’ve worked so hard for is in jeopardy.

I have a nice life—living in my hometown and owning the coffee shop I’ve worked at since I was 16. It’s comfortable on paper, but I’m tired of doing everything by myself. Tired of being in charge of every decision in my life. I want someone to lean on, someone to spend time with, sit with, hug. And I really don’t want to go to my best friend’s wedding alone. So, I signed up for a dating app and agreed to meet with the first guy that messaged me. Now here I am, at the bar. Only it’s not my date that just sat down in the chair across from me. It’s his dad.

Mort lleva décadas huyendo de la Congregación, que ha intentado capturarlo, y ha fracasado una y otra vez. Sin embargo, un nuevo adversario intenta reclamar la recompensa por Mort. Alguien que ha hecho los deberes y ha encontrado las debilidades en la armadura del mago. El Mobius se convertirá en un campo de batalla que llevará a Mort a un callejón sin salida: para salvarse, solo tiene que matar a toda la tripulación; si quiere salvarlos a ellos, la única salida es la rendición.

Cuando la tripulación del Mobius acepta como pasajero a Bryce Brisson para ganar dinero fácil, se ve inmersa en sus negocios con la enemistada familia de Tanny: la Familia Rucker. Y además, Tanny ha agotado el suministro de drogas que necesita para mantener su fisiología mejorada de marine. ¿Traicionará Carl a la familia para conservar su paga, o se lanzará de cabeza a una trampa que no estaba diseñada para él? Si juega mal sus cartas, se arriesga a enemistarse con los gánsteres más despiadados de Marte.

«Blackjack, aquí Espantapájaros. Por fin lo he encontrado. Vamos a ser ricos». Carl Ramsey recibe un mensaje de una antigua camarada de escuadrón con una pista sobre el rescate de su vida: un acorazado de ARGO. La nave de la Armada terrestre Odiseo no solo representa más dinero del que la tripulación del Mobius haya visto nunca, sino que puede proporcionar respuestas a lo sucedido con la última nave en la que Carl sirvió durante su tiempo en la Armada.

My friends have convinced me: no more hockey players. With a dad who is the Head Coach for the Minnesota Sleet, it seemed like an easy decision. My friends have also convinced me that the best way to boost my fragile self-esteem is through a one-night stand. A dating app. A hotel bar. A sexy-as-hell man who’s sweet, and funny...and did I mention sexy-as-hell?

I'm Ava James, fall queen, pumpkin spice enthusiast, proud owner of Beachy Balls, Biscuits, and Books, and dating consultant extraordinaire (in my head). Right now, I'm juggling three goals: 1. Find a date for the Coconut Beach Fall Festival, so my grandma will stop playing matchmaker for the holiday season. 2. Save my bookstore-bakery from being snatched up by a corporate developer, who wants to turn it into another nondescript hotel. 3. Uncover the identity of my anonymous letter-writer—and maybe, just maybe, ride off into the autumn sunset (or at least a not-too-bumpy hayride) with them.

El mayor problema de dar trabajo a criminales es que son criminales. ¿Qué necesita uno para conseguir un poco de respeto? Como líder de un prometedor imperio criminal, Carl Ramsey no parece tener respiro. Varado en medio de ninguna parte, se ve obligado a depender de la lealtad, la astucia y la promesa de un gran día de pago para mantener a los suyos bajo control.

'I COULD NOT put this down! So, so, so tense.' Angela Clarke, Sunday Times bestseller Patricia Cornwell called J.S. Law's first novel THE DARK BENEATH 'addictively readable' and now Lieutenant Dani Lewis returns in a gripping new thriller that fans of M.J. Arlidge and Elly Griffiths will love. A...

Okay, so my bad for assuming the guy I was going on a date with wasn't married. And my bad for taking him to a friend's house for dinner, only to find out my friend is also friends with his wife. Because, in fact, he is married. And she happens to be at my friend's house because her husband was "busy working." Confused? So am I. Unsurprisingly, my date's wife is super angry about finding out that her husband is a cheating asshole. Girl, I get it. Then to make matters more convoluted, there is the man sitting next to my date's wife. A man named King, who is apparently her brother.

Hace rato que todos han evacuado a bordo de las cápsulas de escape. Una baliza de emergencia sigue activa. Ahuyentan a los piratas, y la nave abandonada es toda suya. Lo que hace unos momentos era la escena de un crimen acaba de convertirse en el objetivo de un rescate legítimo de todo el material recuperable para un capitán oportunista y la tripulación de su nave.

I'm a dangerous man. A man who has spent the last two decades removing so many souls from this earth that it's a miracle my hands aren't permanently stained red. I'm a man who belongs in the shadows. I certainly don't belong in my pretty little neighbor's bedroom when she's not home, touching her things and inhaling her scent. I shouldn't follow her. Shouldn't watch her. No number of cookies on my doorstep will change the fact that love isn't an option for me. The only option left for me is violence.

My trip to Mexico for my cousin's wedding was only supposed to be a few days of obligation and oceanside. I wasn't expecting Luke. Wasn't expecting the hot hockey player, with the smirks and the tattoos, who kept bumping into me. And I certainly wasn't expecting to spend a night on the beach, under the stars, underneath him. It was magical, but I thought it would end there. Instead, we exchanged numbers and stayed in touch. So when Luke invited me to watch him play in Vegas, I went. And it was great. Until we woke up the next morning and found the wedding certificate in my pocket.

¿CÓMO SABER EN QUIÉN CONFIAR CUANDO NI SIQUIERA SABES QUIÉN ERES?

Ella está fuera, en la puerta.

Entró en el tren después de una difícil semana en el trabajo. Le robaron el bolso y con él su identidad. Toda su vida estaba ahí dentro: pasaporte, cartera, llaves de casa… Cuando quiso denunciar el robo su mente estaba en blanco. Ni siquiera podía acordarse de su nombre.

Dice que vive en tu casa.

Ahora está delante de la puerta de entrada de la casa de Tony y Laura. Está segura de que vive allí. Pero ellos nunca la han visto en su vida...

Con el capitán Carl Ramsey supuestamente muerto, la tripulación del Mobius se dirige hacia una colonia anclada en el pasado, limitada en tecnologías de escaneo y en acceso al omni, entre residentes amantes de la historia y con un modo de vida propio de la vieja Tierra. Nuestros amigos creen que nadie reconocerá al no-tan-muerto Carl… hasta que aparezcan los investigadores más astutos de la galaxia.

El expiloto de cazas Carl Ramsey, ahora capitán del Mobius, no puede ver un piloto de carreras sin burlarse porque nunca haya estado bajo fuego enemigo. Cuando el mecánico de la nave y el mago del impulso warp ya no lo aguantan más, lo espolean a inscribirse en un concurso de carreras para demostrar su valía. Carl recoge sus maletas y su ego, y entra en el Reto para Corredores Principiantes Silde Slims. Con 250 000 terras de premio en metálico, ese podría ser el mejor de los botines para la tripulación del Mobius.