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Leo Graham knows nothing new ever happens in the small town of Pacific Shores. That is, until he runs into his new neighbor. Golden haired, honey-eyed, and sharp-tongued, Darby Andrews. As Leo and Darby's budding friendship turns into a burning love that neither of them could've expected, Leo is determined to protect it at all costs. Until he finds the girl of his teenage dreams ran away in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye.

Ten years after a steamy college hook-up that neither of them has forgotten, Easton Mason and Maya Atler cross paths at a corporate conference in Las Vegas. Easton, now a personal injury attorney, is still the charming, happy-go-lucky guy with great hands that Maya remembers from University. While she, a soaring literary lawyer, remains the stubborn, ambitious go-getter with perfect legs that he's never quite been able to get out of his head.

When Dahlia Andrews uprooted her life in Kansas to start over in Pacific Shores, the last thing she expected was to become wrapped up in one night of wicked passion with a nameless local. Even less expected? Said stranger happens to be her new boss.

Pauly Johnson is a successful surgeon at a Melbourne hospital with a beautiful wife, a loving family - and a memory he wishes he could erase. One night, he takes a drive on a lonely road above a steep drop, determined to end it all, but before he can put his plan into action, a woman steps out of the darkness and into the path of his car. In an instant, her life is ended and his is saved. Shattered by the experience, Pauly becomes obsessed with finding out who she was and why she wanted to kill herself. But he soon finds that the answers lie shockingly close to home.

Detective Gemma Woodstock muss in einer australischen Kleinstadt den Mord an einer ehemaligen Klassenkameradin aufklären: Als Rosalind Ryans Leiche in einem See entdeckt wird, haben Gemma und ihr Partner es mit einem komplexen Fall zu tun. Alle behaupten, Rosalind geliebt und bewundert zu haben: der Direktor der Schule, an der sie unterrichtete; die Schüler, denen sie den Kopf verdrehte; ihr wohlhabender Vater und ihre drei Brüder. Aber einer von ihnen lügt.

When your life falls apart and grief consumes you, what better way to forget than to take a winter mountaineering course in the Scottish Highlands? That was my thought when I booked myself on to it. Now I’m regretting ever signing up. Getting paired up with a grumpy stranger who thinks I’m a foolish amateur is only the tip of the iceberg. When an avalanche hits, we get separated from the group and have to find another way down the mountain.

Not many people can say they woke up dead. Even fewer people wake up as ghosts. Guess I’m the unlucky one since no one can see or hear me, and I have no recollection of how I ended up like this. I thought I’d spend the afterlife alone… until him. The solitary man who stumbled across me during my restless wandering of the Scottish Highlands. He doesn’t want me around. I can’t seem to stay away. It turns out Ciaran has a dark secret. And I’m determined to discover exactly what he’s hiding even if it might mean the death of me all over again.

They call us The Four Horsemen. Four friends forged in fire and blood. No one knows where we came from nor how we got our name. Drake, Francis, West and I rule the financial industry like kings. Gods in our own right. We grew up with a fifth. A girl. Scarlett. She was one of us until she was ripped away from her life. The only trace of her was dust in the wind. One day she returned to the city and sought us out. Scarlett couldn’t remember who we’d been to her, but we recalled her all too well.

I ran. It chased. She destroyed me. A dark sapphic paranormal erotic short.

Death. They call us the men who will drive the world to its knees. The Four Horsemen. A pity for them really. Prescott, West, Francis, and I are done with our masks of civility. Gods who turned on their subjects. When you unleash death, nothing can withstand it. Everything perishes in the wake of the executioner. The only things left to show for it are ash and dust.

They say you shouldn’t hoard your wealth. Those people know nothing of the power it brings. Drake, West, Prescott and I are untouchable. The men known as the Four Horsemen. Gods ruling over our kingdom. There are some secrets in this world greater than others. Our fifth was going to find that out the hard way.

West Greer - War They say violence is never the answer. I beg to differ. There’s no peace without a little pain. Drake, Prescott, Francis and I are monsters who live up to their name. The Four Horsemen. Gods reincarnated as men. Scarlett returned to the fold, but not as the girl we once knew. The girl I’d been obsessed with my whole life. The one I’d have given everything for. It all changed when she walked into Fortuity and gave us a run for our money.

Prescott Ellis - Pestilence They call us The Four Horsemen. Four friends forged in fire and blood. No one knows where we came from nor how we got our name. Drake, Francis, West and I rule the financial industry like kings. Gods in our own right. We grew up with a fifth. A girl. Scarlett. She was one of us until she was ripped away from her life. The only trace of her was dust in the wind.

I’ve had a crush on my incredibly hot, terrifying and unobtainable boss since long before I even started working under him. My daydreams are filled with dirty fantasies about him as there’s no chance any of them will become reality. Because you really shouldn't mix business with pleasure. Until you do. The moment Lucien Dumont, outstanding chef and owner of Haze, set his piercing blue grey eyes and skilled hands on me, everything changed.

Another nightshift. Another fight in a club. Friday nights in Central London were always trouble. Running across a redheaded siren who couldn't keep her eyes off me? That wasn't a usual occurrence. Amelia Williams. Her hazel eyes told me she'd love it if I did filthy things to her. I'd be playing with fire if I crossed a line and contacted her whilst I'm on duty, but somehow, I can't stop myself. I have to have this woman on her knees for me.

Innocent. Fragile. Sheltered. The secrets from the past shattered me. The lies my family told broke my soul. Devastation was my only solace. Until my angel saved me. He gave me freedom. And I'd kill for him.

It started with the war. The war we'd wage upon the very man who'd raised me. The war which would either tear us apart or keep us together. We'd finally found our way to each other. The five of us gave in. It'd been inevitable from the start. Desire had forged us, but it was love which set us free. Made us into what we were. A family drenched in blood.Everything had built up to this moment. Our final fight for survival. Our final battle against corruption.

It started when they betrayed me. The ones who I'd come to trust. The ones I was starting to love. My world flipped upside down and nothing is as it seems. Everything was unravelling before my eyes, tearing us apart while pulling us closer together. I'm caught between two worlds. The one I grew up in and the one Id' started to forge with the boys. Everything came to a grinding halt when long hidden secrets came to light. The truth changed the rules and made us realize nothing in life is ever as it seems.

It started with an impossible choice. One I had no wish to make from a person I'd only just come to know. So many of our decisions had led up to this moment. Perhaps it was the way we'd come together which threw my life so off balance. Leaving me with the final say in a matter I wanted no part of. We had to draw up the battle lines. Change our fates. Or we'd all crash and burn. It wasn't a case of if we'd fight for survival, it was when. When would he come after us? When would he try to destroy us? When would he decide I wasn't worth saving any longer?

The power of hashtag activism became clear in 2011, when #IranElection served as an organizing tool for Iranians protesting a disputed election and offered a global audience a front-row seat to a nascent revolution. Since then, activists have used a variety of hashtags to advocate, mobilize, and communicate. In this book, Sarah Jackson, Moya Bailey, and Brooke Foucault Welles explore how and why Twitter has become an important platform for historically disenfranchised populations, including Black Americans, women, and transgender people.