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A fresh post-apocalyptic anthology: the end of the world seen through the salvage and ruins, featuring Emily St. John Mandel, Carmen Maria Machado, and more.

Considered a sign of the "coming of age" of video games as an artistic medium, the award-winning BioShock franchise covers vast philosophical ground. BioShock and Philosophy: Irrational Game, Rational Book presents expert reflections by philosophers (and BioShock connoisseurs) on this critically acclaimed and immersive fan favorite.

The Goal: Find a fake girlfriend to prove to my boss I’m not a flight risk. The Plan: Blackmail Sloan Zehler when I catch her messing with my brother’s car. The Agreement: Five Dates. The Execution: Pretend to date, pretend to care for each other, but no sex. And definitely don’t fall in love.

An average romance author? Lately, the only romance action I’ve gotten is from my novels. A gorgeous cover model? He’s handsome and nice and way out of my league. A serious crush? I should know better, yet, I can’t help but fall for him. A chance I can make him mine? Only one way to find out. Put him on a book cover and ask him to a book signing.

It started with a not-so-innocent text I sent to the guy I was casually dating. Things had been moving slowly, and it was time to spice things up. Me: I need you to come over. I want to feel you inside me. Him: Who is this? Me: Indy. Who’s this? Him: Wrong number. Me: Oh crap. I’m sorry. Him: I’m not. What’s your address? Now, I have to decide whether I want to block him and text the guy I meant to in the first place. Or do something outrageously bold and tell him to come over. Me: . . .

Dear Lydia, I need help with my neighbor. She doesn’t like me, but I can’t stop thinking about having sex with her. Half of me wants to screw her, and the other half wants to choke her. Or choke her while I screw her. How do I put her out of my mind?

My First Mistake: Breaking up with my boyfriend right before I turn thirty. My Second Mistake: Requesting my expert-in-the-sack best friend, Griffin, give me a leg-shaking orgasm as a birthday gift. My Third Mistake: Lying to myself that I wouldn’t fall for my best friend just because we slept together. My Fourth Mistake: Accidentally telling Griffin I love him. And losing our friendship forever.

The aftermath of my parent's death was the toughest time in my life, but at least I had him. He was there every step of the way, wiped the tears I shed, and made me smile when I'd forgotten how to. Until he became the reason why I had to protect my heart with one simple rule—no more kissing. Six years later, because life had a great sense of humor, I found myself having to use that same rule on the man who inspired it. It's no surprise it didn't work. After all, my heart was never my own to protect—it belonged to Ares Hart the entire time.