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Colt Walker is a charming grump. Okay fine. He’s a hot, charming grump. I’ll give him that. Even though me being stuck out here alone is my own fault. He doesn’t make me feel bad about it. Or ask me my why I’m trying to avoid my stepsister’s wedding. He just scoops me into his arms and carries me off into the woods. Back to his cabin. Where he lives. I’m not normally like this.

Cody Walker is a cocky grump. Okay, fine. He’s a hot cocky grump. But still. I don’t have time for his teasing or his jokes. I’m a woman on a mission. And I’m not about to let anyone stand in my way. Especially not him. Besides, guys who look like Cody don’t go for curvy girls like me. Right? I mean yeah, he did sort of save my life. And he was really sweet when I basically fell apart in his arms.

He’s grumpy. He’s bossy. He hates my freaking guts. So why do I get the feeling… That he secretly wants to kiss me? Carter Walker is the worst boss in history. Okay fine. He’s the worst hot boss in history. Still. It’s not like it matters or anything. The man hates my guts. I mean, he has to. Why else would he walk around glaring at me all the time? And demand I spend the day shopping with him? Yeah, he’s definitely doing it just to torture me. It’s probably nothing. Except now he’s telling me that my curves are beautiful.

Seamus, a down-to-earth park ranger, has always been modest about his background. Living with three roommates and driving a trusty old pickup truck, he never gave Shayla any reason to suspect he was anything but ordinary. Until they land in Ireland, and Shayla discovers he's practically Irish royalty. A holiday that was meant to be filled with festive family fun now carries the weight of public scrutiny. The getting-to-know-you dinner party sets the stage for a complicated holiday. But the celebration takes a dark turn when a guest ends up dead.

We have the capacity for boundless pleasure, so why aren't we happier? Dr. Stella Resnick has discovered the root of unhappiness: pleasure resistance. In this heartfelt program, she offers simple, sensible tools to help us achieve what we want: healthy lives and fulfilling relationships.

To Braden Elliott, I’m still that spoiled little girl next door. A child to be taken care of, instead of the woman I’ve become. Until I walk in his club on the arm of the man who put in the winning bid for my innocence. Now, Mr. Elliott is determined to have me. To own me. All of me. No matter the cost.

Everything people think they know about the Zoric family is a sham. Even me. I thought I was trying out to be their newest model. Luka was auditioning wives. I just need the career boost. He needs good PR to salvage his playboy image. It's a win-win—on paper. But since when has real life been simple? His jealousy makes me crazy. The control he maintains over my body is unacceptable. I really shouldn't be so turned on by it.

Harley is just a bratty little girl with no daddy to love. She never imagined her obsession with aliens would lead her down this road. When Trent the Garilian takes her from Planet Earth, she's scared and turned on at the same time. Is this her worst nightmare, or the Daddy of her dreams?

When my physical therapist's ex locks her out and takes everything she owns, I want to help. However, a recent, unfortunate incident has social media all over me. Risking all, I offer her cold, hard, cash but she refuses, suggesting I'm trying to buy her sexual favors. Now she's got this ridiculous idea she can get back on her feet with a wedding. A fake marriage might be just the thing to sweeten my side of a million-dollar deal so I agree. Everything would've worked out fine except for her sweet baby-blues. The minute they focus on me, I'm never letting her go.

Everything you need to know about self-care—especially for Scorpio! Take Time for You, Scorpio! It’s me time—powered by the zodiac! Welcome star-powered strength and cosmic relief into your life with The Little Book of Self-Care for Scorpio. While Scorpio’s instinct may be to focus on...

A whirlwind of luxury, crime, and sexual thrill was what Isla Maran found overnight with Abram Lenox. But she left it all behind to let him hunt and kill Jesse Toro. She left him for her shot at normal. But there's no chance for that now. Now, in the hands of Jesse Toro, Isla has no choice but to be a part of this—to be caught in the crosshairs of a war that will end in bloodshed only she can stop. Because with Jesse, she discovers shocking lies that will change the whole course of the chase. Lies that will change absolutely everything.

After her ex's confession, Isla swore her night could not get worse. But two drinks later, a drunk stumble landed her in front of the tallest, broadest, most devastatingly sexy man she'd ever laid eyes on—standing over a dead body.

My life is in ruins. Failed marriage, failed career—I'm a failure. My husband may have had a hand in it, but I can't help missing him. We made an agreement. I signed the contract, and so did he. Without our arrangement, everything falls apart. So we'll keep losing ourselves in each other's bodies. We'll keep pretending everything is fine. But maybe I'm getting sick of pretend. Maybe I want to find something real. And just maybe, Luka does too.

Let’s say you’ve got a dream. A big dream. A huge dream. You want to open a coffee shop. Let me guess - your friends and family have told you it’s a risky idea. At least a hundred people have told you “you don’t know what you’re doing”. And that’s probably true!

Through relatable stories, powerful exercises, and Stella’s warm, supportive approach, you’ll find the tools you need to heal from the past and embrace a life filled with joy, connection, and inner peace. This is not just a book about healing—it’s a roadmap to rediscover the joy and inner freedom you deserve.

Summary:Being the Black Sheep is a bold, unapologetic podcast hosted by Janine Stella—self-proclaimed misfit and truth-teller—created for those who’ve always felt like outsiders. It’s a space for fellow black sheep to share the wild, awkward, and unfiltered stories that come from living life on your own terms. With humor, heart, and a little swagger, Janine dives into family drama, questionable choices, and what it really means to embrace your “difficult” personality. Featuring real stories and expert insights, this show is for anyone who’s ever felt misunderstood. If you've been...

The "third eye chakra" is another term for the sixth chakra. Chakra is a vortex point where the stream of consciousness - most coming from your higher self - which is the energy that feeds into the physical form. The body organ systems will arrange itself following the blueprints of the energetic chakras and radiant.

What foul devilry is this? They told her he was dead. After six long years without a word, her knight falls onto his knees and sings poetry. Then he denies their son? Heed this well. She's no longer an innocent who'll giggle and tarry on his every word. The sharp edge of her tongue and knife is the only welcome he'll get. She'll not marry him. Besides, the pain would be too much to bear should he ever leave again.

In the light of the early dawn, Lady Fay traverses her parapet wall and waits with bow drawn taut. Only when she realizes the group of men who exit the Saxon rowboat are tonsured does she allow herself to breathe. She need not shoot another of King Alexander's suitors. At least not today. With a wicked grin, she lets go the bowstring, and the arrow makes a perfect arc to land directly in front of the one in the lead. She isn't so fond of priests, either.

Rylie is staying out of it. No more investigating, no more drama, no more danger. She has enough on her plate training the woman who completely upended her life. But when someone is brutally attacked, Rylie is conflicted. Surely, the police can handle the investigation. They have the experience, the training, the knowledge. And Rylie not only has a job to keep, but friends she doesn't want to let down . . . again. Until she realizes she may have been the target of the attack and the woman she's training—her nemesis—may have been the attacker.