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Ragazzi salvateci dal nostro egoismo, di Tahar Ben Jelloun; Fase 2, per ultimi vengono i bambini, di Chiara Saraceno; Coronavirus, le diseguaglianze della fase 2: il confino di madri e figli, di Melania Mazzucco; La ripartenza dimentica otto milioni di bambini, di Maria Novella De Luca e Corrado Zunino; Tornare in classe almeno l'ultimo giorno di scuola, di Paolo Di Paolo; Scuola, un metro tra i banchi e obbligo di mascherina le regole per ripartire, di Ilaria Venturi; I ragazzi e le notti infinite "Chat, video e serie tv i nostri ritmi capovolti", di Cristina Nadotti.

Steve’s the big-brother type, always has been - tall, blond, fun-loving, faithful, and protective. When Ruby shows up on the wrong night for one of his famed pajama parties, he graciously invites her to stay and hang out. Everything’s great - until she gets a little too drunk on hard cider and professes her horniness for him...repeatedly. Now Ruby and Steve have to decide if they want to cross that line or if it’s better to preserve their easy friendship. Maybe, with a little luck, they can do both.

I read her words. I felt her soul. I knew she was destined to be mine. She's the light in the darkness, the epiphany of my redemption. I'll do whatever it takes to get my hands on her—though I'd rather her believe it was her own idea. So, I set the bait, luring her into making a deal with the devil. But surprisingly, she doesn't take it. And now, I'm left to force her hand. Because without her, I'm afraid I'll be devoured by the monster inside me.

I know what everyone says about me—just an ATM where his heart used to be. Which might be true, until I saw her. I can't stop fantasizing about my new assistant. Bright-eyed and too young, Reese is not meant for someone like me. Should I have moved her desk outside my office? No, because now I have to see her constantly. Nothing says stay away from the good girl like late nights ordering her favorite takeout just to see her smile, right?

My one-night stand is back in town. I thought Elias was the one. After only one night in his arms, he captured my heart. Promises were made. But none were kept. Because my broody, military hero disappeared. Five years later, I've moved on. At least that's what I tell myself when Elias shows up again. He's not the same man. He's scared, withdrawn, and stalks me from afar. I want to hate him, But his effect on me is the same. I shouldn't want him. I definitely shouldn't give him a second chance. But these two pink lines prove I never stood a chance at resisting him.

I, Fallon Hayes, need to stop playing pranks on my boss. Did I mention he's my new roommate? Being the private chef for the retired hockey player who haunts my fantasies is a bad idea. Living down the hall from him is an even worse idea, especially considering the one-night stand we had ten years ago. What happened back then was unforgettable. Proof that we are destined to hate each other. There are three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my boss/roommate/one-night-stand.

Dear Mr. Gallagher, I do not need this job. In fact, I will remind you that I'm doing you a favor. I am working for you only because I don't want you to inflict your grumpiness on my friends any longer. I am a strong, confident woman and know how to put men like you in their place. I won't succumb to your flirtations or your attempts to try and shock me. I am not impressed by your six-pack or your six-figure bank account. I suggest you realize that I am out of your league in so many ways, it's not even funny.

In retrospect, putting up a flyer advertising that I was planning to lose my v-card on camera—and was looking for a partner—wasn't the best idea I've ever had. I'm type A, the person who does all the work on the group project. I've never even thought about doing something like this, but I don't have a choice: I need fast cash so my sister can have the future she deserves.

My happily ever after is here, and I’m going to make the most of it. I have my men, my new families, and my people all coming together to make sure things are safe for what’s coming next—our twins. It’s time to turn inward and create our new family, instead of worrying about the world outside. We’re not sure what our twins will mean to some, but I’m not worried. On top of all the help I have, I’ve learned the most important lesson—to trust myself. I’m Carlyle Licorne, and I finally feel like an everyday goddess.

In the blink of an eye, I’m head-first in a snowdrift, rescued by the biggest, greenest - man? - I’ve ever seen. Whatever he is, he turns my take-no-crap attitude into need. I should escape, but I’ve got a hunch that I’m close to solving a cold case involving several women who disappeared into thin air.

Everyone I know is married. It doesn't bother me. I like my life the way it is. But since I'm single, when my best friend and her husband finally decide to go on their dream honeymoon, she asks me to watch their three-year-old son, Max. Of course, I say yes. But what my best friend neglects to tell me is that I won't be babysitting alone. Thinking that Max might be too much for me to handle, her husband asks his only single friend, Nick, to help. Nick Carrington and I have met a couple of dozen times. I've never really given him a second thought.

Twenty years ago, I loved a woman. Twenty years ago, I also loved a man. And 20 years ago, rather than choose, I abandoned them both. Now, I’m living a lonely life, luckless in love and unwilling to confront the truth of what I left behind. When my brother passes, I become responsible for my four-year-old niece. Uprooting her isn't an option which means heading back to the sticks of New Hampshire, to the small town I fled. Because of Charlotte. Because of Liam. My two best friends, the ones I’d been reluctant to pursue but couldn’t deny.

Well, that was embarrassing. Imagine my surprise when spontaneous shifting gets added to my list of pregnancy symptoms. There's never a good time for that sort of horniness. Dair thinks he knows just the mage to contact, but are Patriam and potions really the answer? The jaguar twins are growing their following faster than I'm healing Haret.

Resort owner Eve Holt always maintains her professionalism—until former international football star Val Silva arrives. Oh yeah, he's sexy, flirty, down-and-dirty trouble. And Eve's resolve is beginning to crumble… Mara Severins thought "naturist" meant bird watching. She's shocked to find Au Naturel is a nudist resort. But when she meets assistant manager Ollie Jackson, neither can deny their steamy attraction…

Heidi was raised to be a huntress ever since the Order took her off the streets and trained her in the deadly arts. Foremost among her peers, she was chosen by the Master to be his assassin. She never imagined that she would fall until the day she went against his will and saved his stepdaughter by helping her to escape from his formidable mansion. It made her a target and she became the hunted. They nearly killed her.

I entertain naked people for a living. No, not that kind of entertainment. I own a nudist resort. I'm not a nudist, but Val Silva is. And he's a human supernova sleeping in the room next door. The man is tall, gorgeous, tattooed, and a shameless exhibitionist. As the Brazilian bad boy of the international football world, he's as famous for his sextape as for his talent on the field. Oh, did I mention he walks around naked all the time? A girl only has so much willpower. Maybe we can have a little fun...as long as his tabloid past doesn't mess with my quiet life.

It takes a special kind of Omega to bring an Alpha to his knees. Kind. Sweet. Beautiful. With legs that go on forever, colored eyes, perky protruding nose, funny ears, and...Where was I? Ah yes, I collected one such Omega, and I’m bringing her before my king. I am Tayseer, the Collector, the Legend. And I will deliver my people the queen.

Adrian Cross was never supposed to walk back into my life—especially not looking like that. Towering. Tattooed. With eyes that burn hotter than his tattoo gun. He's my brother's best friend. A polar bear shifter. My lifelong crush. And the new artist filling in at our shop while Magnus is out. He says I'm his fated mate. That he's known since we were kids. He says that he's waited long enough and he's done pretending.

Ever since a traumatic brain injury changed his life, Colter James has kept to himself. He doesn't do small talk. Doesn't do crowds. And certainly doesn't do women. When my sleazy ex starts causing trouble, Colter shows up like a storm—dark, dangerous, and hell-bent on protecting me even if it means breaking all of his rules. Now he's stepping into my world—one quiet gesture, one lingering glance at a time.

Home is calling, and I've ghosted long enough. It's time to visit my mother—she's the last option for getting answers to my questions. The problem is, my gut still doesn't trust her. How can a girl learn to be a mother from someone who's never really been one? The jaguar twins are still growing in power, but the twins in my belly are, too. I don't have the time or energy to split between these pairs, forcing me to place my trust in people I barely know. It's time to see how deep this love between the Qilin and the dragons really goes. I'm Carlyle Licorne, and I'm having mommy issues.