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Suicídio é o tema comum a estas duas narrativas, pinceladas de ironia. No conto "Gri-gri", a descrição que João da Câmara faz de Lisboa amanhecendo impressiona pela plasticidade, pela riqueza de detalhes, onde vai encaixando um personagem atormentado por ideias suicidas, e tendo, por trilha sonora curiosa, um grilo... Em "Na biqueira", o leitor acompanha o fluxo de consciência do narrador suicida nos momentos finais de sua tormenta – ele busca a morte por conta do desprezo de uma mulher, mas os planos saem de seu controle.

Este conto do português João da Câmara traz ao leitor o frescor do interior lusitano, tão caro ao escritor. Nele, o narrador conta a história da burrinha de seu avó, chamada Pomba, que, por conta de um descuido dele, acabou ficando prenha... De qual quadrúpede da aldeia? Na revelação do mistério, o narrador traça um curioso paralelo entre a história do animal e sua própria vida!

I can’t decide if my new summer tenant—a devastatingly handsome hockey player and single dad—is the answer to my problems or the start of a new one. When big-city developers threaten to buy up my small town, I need to save the rental cottage next door from demolition. I have a plan . . . until Daniel Sutton checks in. Six-four, a face chiseled by the gods, and a body built by a career on the ice, I’m knocked sideways. He’s charming with me and adorable with his son. And when we touch, it’s electric. But two things change everything.

Apparently, she loved me, but that still didn't stop her from doing what she did. And frankly, I'm done with relationships, and I'm done with searching for love when it has no interest in finding me. After the hit I took last season, I plan to focus on rehabilitation and getting my mind back into the game I've loved for so many years. I don't need distractions, and I don't need another woman in my bed or my head. I've got enough complications to last me a lifetime.

Jake Evans knows a thing or two about heartbreak. Recently divorced and raising his four-year-old daughter on his own, this cowboy has sworn off women for good. When a job opens up at a dude ranch in his hometown, he comes running, emotional baggage in tow. An unexpected bonus? Spending the summer with his childhood best friend.

The world's most powerful syndicates are hunting down a man known only as The Ghost. As they do their best to find him, the elusive Ghost takes on a more active role in changing the world and bringing life back to those lacking hope. John Thimes is harboring a family secret that is allowing him to defy the odds and elude capture while pulling people back from the brink.

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In the near future, social behavior is not debated, it is modeled. Elections, markets, activism, and public opinion are shaped not by persuasion, but by vectors, coordinated micro-interventions whose individual effects are invisible, but whose aggregate direction is decisive. Marek is one of the best. An elite social engineer operating alone with a powerful AI, he is hired by corporate and political clients to solve problems that no longer respond to argument or ideology. He does not argue. He optimizes. He believes the system still holds.

The life I knew was ripped from under my feet, and I was given a six-foot-seven bodyguard named Titus. Five steps behind. Always. Until he wasn't. Titus King swore to protect me at all costs. Even in death, he promised to protect me because that was his job. But falling in love with me? That wasn't part of his job description. I was his twilight. He was my forever. But we weren't promised our happily ever after.

Beau Shanahan is my best friend's younger brother. He's also an arrogant jerk and a globe-trotting, snowboarding bad boy—in other words, everything I despise. When I'm jilted by my cheating fiancé and left homeless in the process, being Beau's roommate for the next few weeks is my only option...

Everything I thought I knew about myself was nothing more than a fabrication. I had it all—the perfect life, the loving family, the best friend, the rock n roll boyfriend—until I didn't. The fairytales I grew up with were lies. Like my ex-best friend once said, fairytales are not real, and there is no prince on a white horse coming to save you. She was right. I was naive to think I deserved a happily ever after—until him.

Pietro La Greca, el padre, fue un intimidante estafador napolitano, al que apodaban “El Don Corleone mexicano de la vida real”. Dirigió el mayor negocio de lavado de dinero durante el peor periodo económico en la historia de México. El suyo era un mundo de autos deportivos, mansiones a la orilla del mar y atenciones VIP en los casinos de Las Vegas. Beneficiarse y explotar la caída libre financiera de México lo convirtió en un hombre muy rico. Sin embargo, mientras él dirigía su imperio criminal, su hijo, Pietro, también conocido como “Picho”, iba aprendiendo los trucos de su padre.

April is the hottest matchmaker in Manhattan. She is completely content helping others find love and is in no rush to find a match of her own. But when she is forced into attending a bachelor auction, she has no idea that she’s about to be the winning bidder of Bachelor #22.

Pietro La Greca Sr. was an intimidating Napolitano con man dubbed “Mexico’s real-life Don Corleone”. He ran Mexico’s biggest money-laundering scheme during the worst economic period in the country’s history. His was a world of fast cars, mansions on the water, and VIP treatment at Las Vegas casinos. His exploitation of Mexico’s financial free fall made him a wealthy man. But while he was running his criminal empire, his son, Pietro Jr., a.k.a. Picho, was learning his father’s tricks—if only to bring the man down.

Dear Heart, I can't believe I am even writing this. I wanted a fresh start, to follow a new dream that I had to find after I lost Elijah. Moving to New York was the best thing for me. I had it all planned out: new friends, new job, and a new adventure. And a new adventure I had: my best friend's dad. It was supposed to be a taboo fling...but it was so much more. We were tied together by more than a mutual connection. It ran deeper than blood.

Almost two years ago, Faith and Grace Tiddle arrived home from their Saturday morning dance class to find both of their parents face down in pools of blood. Five days later, the twins—only nine years old at the time—were arrested for the double homicide. And now, twenty months on, the entire country awaits with bated breath as the jury is dismissed to deliberate their verdict on a case that has become a national phenomenon. But if Lead Detective Denis Quayle—the man who knows the case better than anybody else—isn’t fully convinced of the twins’ guilt, can a jury be?

She said…all three men got her drunk, led her to a hotel room, and took advantage of her. Three said…she was a willing participant and consented to sex with each of them. But after five weeks of listening to all of the evidence and all of the arguments in a celebrity rape trial that has gripped an entire nation, the jury sits down to begin their deliberations. Only they don’t know who to believe…will you? 

When we were young, Samantha Anderson was the girl down the street. For as long as I remember, she’s been my partner in crime, in adventures, and in almost everything. Sami is fun and sexy, my greatest confidant, and my best friend. From early on, we vow that our relationship will never change - through thick and thin, we’ll remain always and forever in the friend zone. We will not cross that line. After all, I’m not a forever kind of guy. Then that line blurs. We amend our agreement. Best friends become friends with benefits.

Para o centenário de nascimento do mais proeminente economista brasileiro, o audiolivro Celso Furtado, 100 anos: pensamento e ação resgata os principais elementos da sua biografia, do seu pensamento e das suas atividades.

Non abbandonare mai i tuoi sogni. Andrea attraversa il cancello del college di corsa, mentre il panorama di Venezia si perde all'orizzonte. È in ritardo, come sempre, e ancora più maldestra del solito, con il pesante borsone sulle spalle. Ma in tasca stringe tra le dita qualcosa che riesce a darle sicurezza ogni volta che è necessario: un foglietto di carta con su scarabocchiato "scrivi, scrivi, scrivi". Tre semplici parole che la madre le ha insegnato quando era una bambina. Tre semplici parole che ancora adesso segnano la strada verso il suo sogno: diventare giornalista.