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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....

Carl anhela una vida tranquila con su futura esposa y el hijo que esperan. Pero cuando Amy le hace una única petición, surge un problema. Ella quiere casarse en la Tierra para que su madre pueda estar presente. Para un ciudadano respetuoso de la ley, esa sería una petición cara pero sencilla. Para una banda de forajidos, volar sin un plan hasta la sede de la ley y el orden galácticos podría ser un suicidio…

My friends found their happily-ever-afters with a couple of sweet, doting, over-the-top, in-love athletes. They got nicknames like Kitten and Sugar. But me? I got stuck with a dickhead who riles me up on purpose and calls me Banshee. Yeah, he might have a voice made explicitly for wet dreams. And he might have a body and face carved by the gods. And he might have a level of Alpha-hole that gets me all hot and bothered. But when he presses my buttons, he presses ALL my buttons.

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.

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.

Estamos a principios de la primavera de 2016 en el castillo de Windsor, donde Isabel II ultima los preparativos de las celebraciones de su nonagésimo aniversario mientras saborea una matutina taza de té.

It started with tragedy. And secrets. Hidden truths that refused to stay buried have come out to chase me. Now I’m on the run, living under a blanket of constant fear, pretending to be someone I’m not. And if I’m not really me, how am I supposed to know what’s real?

I’m so sick of watching the world spin by, of letting people think I’m plain and boring, too afraid to just be myself. Then I see him—John. He’s strength, and fury, and unapologetic. He’s everything I want. And everything I wish I was. He won’t want me, but that doesn’t matter. The sight of him is all the inspiration I need to finally shatter this glass house I’ve built around myself. Only he does want me. And when our worlds collide, details we can’t see become tangled, twisting together, ensnaring us in an invisible trap.

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.

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?

It was supposed to be a harmless kiss at a lavish debutante ball. A clandestine moment with a handsome stranger. But unlike his namesake, my Romeo isn’t driven by love. He’s fueled by revenge. To him, I’m a chess piece. Leverage. His rival’s betrothed. To me, he is a man deserving of poison. A dark prince I refuse to marry. He thinks I’ll accept my fate. Well, I plan to rewrite it. And in my story, Juliet doesn’t die. But Romeo? He perishes.

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 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.

There are a few things that life doesn’t prepare you for. Like what to do when a super-hot guy catches you sneaking around in his basement, or what to do when a mysterious package shows up with tickets to a hockey game (because, apparently, he’s a professional athlete). Nor how to handle it when you get to the game and realize he’s freaking famous, since half of the 20,000 people in the stands are wearing his jersey.

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.

Gorgeous Sebastian Laurence walked into my life on a stormy Monday afternoon. The thunder and lightning that filled the room upon his entrance should have been a sign that all was not as it seemed. Within a day, he'd asked me out. Within two days, we were in Vegas. Like a fool, I thought this was the beginning of our perfect love story. On Friday, he told me he thought we were soulmates and that we should get married. The very next night the man carried me into our honeymoon suite with love in his eyes.

Una sencilla operación de recogida y entrega. Nada de preguntas, nada de cotillear en qué consiste el cargamento. Lo único que hace falta es una nave discreta y una tripulación que pueda mantener a raya la imaginación y la conciencia hasta la entrega. El Mobius es el candidato perfecto, pero cuando los miembros de la tripulación no pueden controlar la curiosidad, se enfrentan a un dilema moral. ¿Se olvidarán del tema y seguirán como si no hubiera pasado nada? ¿Se pondrán en contacto con las autoridades? ¿Aceptarán el dinero y se largarán?

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.

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.

Have you ever wanted to be a better version of yourself? Eve Dawson would do anything to be a better mother. So when a pill promises to replace sleep with hours of extra productivity every day, she takes it. Within days, Eve is renovating the house at dawn, doing yoga before breakfast, and...