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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.

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.

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?

Si alguien corriera alguna vez el riesgo de olvidar que la magia puede trastornar los equipos científicos y tecnológicos, solo habría que recordarle el incidente de la Estación Móvil de Excavaciones YF-77. Esa pobre y desdichada estación tuvo un mago como visitante, y ese mago perdió el control de sus poderes mientras la estación minera se movía a un nuevo punto de perforación. Privada de todo control de posición, la estación pasó de una órbita estable a un rumbo de colisión contra un planeta desértico y muerto.

I fell in love with Beckett when I was 7. He broke my heart when I was 15. When I was 18, I promised myself I’d forget about him. And I did. For a dozen years. But now he’s back home. Here. In Darling Lake. And I don’t know if I should give in to the temptation swirling between us or run the other way.

It all started with a simple, yet sneakily difficult challenge from global best-selling author Harlan Coben: Pick a bird of prey, then use it as the inspiration for a brand-new story. The response from some of the best writers on the planet: Game on! The result: Eleven stories that are twisty, scary, surprising and bursting with imagination. An egg worth more than its weight in gold. A mysterious operative known only as Owl. An eagle-watcher who sees more than she should. Even a story that somehow places the Maltese Falcon in a nursing home.

The city of Skrasforge is thriving, but the goblins who'd lived there before the dwarves weren't feeling so lucky. Downtrodden and indentured to a band of trolls, they owe a debt that will not be easily repaid. The Empress of the trolls wants her tribute, and if the goblins can't pay, they'll serve in her army to take what she's owed. And she plans to take it from Skrasforge.

Money. It’s the root of all evil and I need it bad. You could call it the wrong place, wrong time. To me the day I met Enzo was the day the old me died. When he kidnaps me thinking I’m the daughter of his enemy, the only thing I can do is pretend to be something I’m not. But the more I pretend, the deeper I fall. Enzo is dark, cruel, and menacing, but he’s protective, fierce, and determined. Soon he wants to forge a contract between our families, making me his bride, but he has no idea I’m not whom he thinks I am and when he finds out … well, I know I’m as good as dead.

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?

Natural law is the idea that there is an objective moral order, grounded in essential humanity, that holds universal and permanent implications for the ways we should conduct ourselves as free and responsible human beings.These 24 in-depth lectures consider the arguments for natural law, the serious objections that have been raised against it, and the ways, despite all overt criticisms, it remains a vital and even pervasive force in political, moral, and social life today, even while traveling under another name.

I thought I knew the truth. I thought he was my savior. I’d spent my entire life running from him, only to become trapped in his web. He says I’ll become his wife, that I’ll provide him an heir. I’ll do both of those things, under one condition. His father must die.

The second our eyes connected, I felt the shift in the air. The crackle of fire igniting between us. He was dark, dangerous, and secretive. He came into my life like a storm, ripping apart everything I believed in, everything I thought I knew. With his mischievous smirk, stunning looks, and alluring behavior, I should’ve ran as far away from him as I could. But I was stupid. I trapped myself in his web.

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....

Los piratas han tomado y ocupado un mundo de refugiados, y el gobierno en el exilio pide ayuda al único humano del que puede fiarse: Carl Ramsey. Carl, que intenta ser una mejor persona, acepta ayudar en la medida que pueda. Dado que es un famoso fuera de la ley, su plan implica un poco de engaño y falsedad. Mientras Carl desentraña la historia de cómo una flota pirata bien atrincherada fue expulsada de su cómodo escondite y halló el objetivo ideal al que chantajear, se abre paso a través de una telaraña de engaños, intrigas y maquinaciones políticas tras bambalinas.

Un lote de contrabando por valor de dos millones y medio de terras no le servirá de nada a Carl Ramsey a no ser que encuentre comprador. Con cifras semejantes, a la hora del intercambio no es raro que las cosas se tuerzan, así que cuando todo va sobre ruedas, Carl sabe que no ha podido tener tanta suerte. Tras descubrirse la estafa, la tripulación del Mobius se lanza a la búsqueda de la mercancía robada.

Carl Ramsey ha hecho lo impensable: ha rechazado un trabajo. Cuando el trato es despreciable incluso para forajidos como la tripulación del Mobius, ha de haber algo desagradable detrás. Carl y sus amigos deciden dar caza a su potencial empleador y entregarlo a las autoridades. Pero como justicieros aficionados, se ven atrapados en un pantano moral de conflictos de intereses.

Empuja a un hombre con bastante fuerza y durante el tiempo suficiente, y él te responderá. Carl Ramsey tiene por fin un plan para enfrentarse a la megacorporación transgaláctica Harmony Bay. Con la ayuda de un nuevo as en la manga, la tripulación del Mobius ha preparado un golpe que podría poner fin al hostigamiento de la empresa: van a robar la nave responsable de las operaciones encubiertas de Harmony Bay.

I’m just so exhausted—always living on the edge of desperation, one paycheck away from ruin. But this new job… It could be the fresh start I need. It could change everything. The contract is only for three months, but if I keep my head down, work hard, and prove myself, maybe I could stay longer. Maybe I could make Black Mountain Lodge my home. As I pull down the gravel drive, surrounded by the forest and mountains and bright blue skies, I feel something I haven’t felt in a while. I feel hope.

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.

Almost always when we think of Ghost Stories, we first think of those written by the Victorians. When you consider the depth of literary talent available over the extraordinary length of Queen Victoria’s reign, allied to the fascination with their all things spiritual on ‘the other side’, then perhaps it’s simply right place, right time. Whatever the reasons given or proffered the reality and known facts are that if you want a really good ghost story to bring that edge of chill, that foreboding of dread, then look no further than ‘The Victorian Ghost Story’ for your listening pleasure.