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Trouble. I hit it with my car… Then I carried her home. Taking care of her wounds with my own dark depravity. Her scars tell a story, burns, cuts…some old…but there are some wounds that are fresh. So fresh they tell a dangerous, intriguing tale. One I’m captivated to learn. When she opened her eyes she didn’t recoil like the others. Instead, she told me her name.

he was a liar. A deceiver. A seductress. And now Helene King is a Daughter of the Order. Under the guise she was headed for the place where Halestrom Hale held our sister she is forced into a truck. Only that wasn’t where she was headed. A new breed of evil rose. One that told us exactly what Hell waited for her. With the cold, hard bite of steel at my head, my last hope lays in the only man who can help us now.

Remi Ocean is broken. With her oversized hoodies, orange hair, and that "go fuck yourself" smile, it's obvious. And I know why. It's my fault. It's our fault. If I could stay away from her, I would. I'd let that night go. Let her go. Let the charges and the dismissal and the justice she never got burn up into ash. But I can't. Someone needs me. And me? I need her. But the good girl is starting to go bad. I'm starting to lose my mind. She's not mine anymore, and I can't let that happen. Something bad happened to Remi. And I'm the one who fucking did it.

I’ve been lied to, used, and played. The Order took something from me. My property. Vivienne. And now, she belongs to another man…Macoy Daniels.

Get ready for the epic conclusion of The Blood Ties Series. There is no place to hide now. No dark corner of this city where those who stand behind The Order can disappear. They are exposed, hunted…but they aren’t vulnerable…not yet. Protected by the most savage of us all…they bribe and scheme. But no matter how loud their threats are, they know there’s no way out of this. Because we have something they’ll never have. A reason to fight…Three of them actually. Ryth. Vivienne. And Trouble. The woman my brothers and I have fallen for.

As I watch them disappear inside that Hell, I call for war, forcing every powerful man and woman in the city to choose a side. Mine...or Halestrom Hale’s. Only when those I love return from that place, they bring back a look of horror. What Carven tell me sends me reeling. With our backs against the wall, an unexpected ally rears her head: Vivienne’s older sister Helene. She might be more than my way to king. But she might just give me back my family. Together, we destroy all we can. We came for vengeance...and we won’t stop.

My brother is bleeding. My stepsister is gone. The ones responsible called themselves family. By blood, and now by marriage. I want to destroy them for what they've done. Burn everything they have to the ground. But first I need to find her. Ryth. The pathetic little mouse that scurried into our lives and made a home. I can't forget her; can't get her out of my head. She unleashed something dangerous in me. Something that drove me to ruin her. And ruined myself in the process. She was once a game to me; she still is...only this time it's for keeps.

She's one defiant, forbidden, pain in my ass. One I can't touch. One I can’t train. But Vivienne is mine. Body. Soul….

"My princess; My Ryth. Now we're cornered by those who run the Order. And we're at their mercy. Only one man can get us out. The man who knows the truth about this place; Her father. Deals are made to free us. Only she doesn't know everything. She soon will; She'll expect my brothers to be standing outside the gates...Waiting; But I don't think they will. I'll be there to pick up the pieces. I'll make sure she's safe. Our little mouse. Our princess. Our stepsister."

She walks into our temple like she doesn't know she's already been claimed. Talks like she’s still allowed to have a choice. But I see through all of it. The arrangement was simple: Her body for our silence. Her obedience for our protection. But nothing about the way she kneels feels simple anymore. The borrowed clothes. The desperate eyes. The scent she wears like a ghost she never stopped loving. Camille’s scent. My sister’s shadow.

If you have obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD), you may struggle with mental compulsions—such as ritualistic counting or "emotional checking." You may even believe that these compulsions will reduce your anxiety or prevent something "bad" from happening. But the truth is that mental compulsions can be debilitating, and greatly impact your life, your career, and your relationships. This workbook offers evidenced-based skills drawn from cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) and mindfulness to help you reduce rumination, worry, and other mental traps, so you can live with more freedom and vitality.

From Wendy K. Williamson and Honora Rose, the "Two Bipolar Chicks," comes this survival guide written for the novice, the pros, and everyone in between. Wendy and Honora cracked their wellness vaults of three decades' worth of tips to tell you what has, and has not, worked. Two Bipolar Chicks Guide to Survival: Tips for Living with Bipolar Disorder is the resource guide they wish they had when diagnosed, dubbed by professionals and readers as the "manual to bipolar life."

As a child, I discovered a castle. It became a sanctuary from the nightmare that was my life, but my fairy tale truly began when he found me. The boy with green eyes and crooked smile. The boy with stories and an imagination that could take us far, far away. In our castle he was the prince, and I the princess. For the first time in my life I was safe, happy. I was loved. But every fairy tale has a villain, ours would be no different. I just never expected the villain to be me.

I remembered her. I remembered everything. But was it a blessing or a curse? Half of me was still in love with the blue eyed girl wearing my crown around her neck. The other, felt betrayed that she could walk away when I needed her the most. Struck down by her absence, an internal war brewed within my kingdom. Along with my childhood memories a new emotion was unleashed, one I was unable to control. Rage. Unbridled, unrelenting, rage. 

Trish has mastered the art of the double life. PTA meetings and playdates by day. Stalking prey by night. Her husband has no idea his wife's "yoga nights" end in bloodless corpses. Her baby son sleeps peacefully, unaware that Mommy's lullabies could soundtrack a crime scene. But when her latest hunt at Miller University goes catastrophically wrong, leaving a witness alive who saw everything, Trish's carefully constructed world begins to crumble.

Familie ist alles... Ich hatte immer gewusst, dass mein Vater ein kalter, herzloser Bastard war. Aber in dem Moment, in dem er Elle Castlemaine und ihre erbärmliche Tochter zu uns nach Hause holte, kaum einen Monat nach dem Tod unserer Mutter, entfesselte er etwas Wildes in mir. Es war mir egal, dass sie ihr Zuhause verloren hatten. Es war mir egal, dass ihr Vater hinter Gittern saß. Es war mir egal, dass er den berüchtigten Stidda-Mafiaboss, Benjamin Rossi, verraten und damit ihr Leben in Gefahr gebracht hatte. Alles, was mich interessierte, war sie. Ryth. Ich wollte ihr weh tun.

KJ’s signature identifiable force is her “immeasurable energy,” and her goal is to help you identify yours. The Rose Effect provides anecdotal stories of KJ’s journey that uncovers layers of her own vulnerability. This book aims to provide the tools necessary in reconciling your internal narrative so that the external expression is explicitly and beautifully truthful.

A very merry Kissmas! Küsse unterm Mistelzweig, prickelnde Gefühle im Schneegestöber, romantische Abende vor dem Kamin - was gibt es Schöneres im Advent, als es sich mit einem Buch und einer Tasse heißer Schokolade gemütlich zu machen? In "December Dreams" warten jeden Tag realistische und fantastische Lovestorys auf dich, die die Zeit bis Weihnachten versüßen und nicht nur den Schnee zum Schmelzen bringen... 24 Shortstorys plus ein Silvester-Special deiner deutschsprachigen Lieblingsautor*innen.

As a child, did you hide under your blankets when you were scared of the dark? After listening to some of the scariest stories from new and up-and-coming authors, we won’t blame you if you start hiding again. Take a journey with us into the twisted mind of horror. “The Fallout” travels through the unknown, while “Feast” will make you never want to love again. Listen to these and many more stories to know what it truly means to be afraid of the dark.

Familie ist alles... Ich hatte immer gewusst, dass mein Vater ein kalter, herzloser Bastard war. Aber in dem Moment, in dem er Elle Castlemaine und ihre erbärmliche Tochter zu uns nach Hause holte, kaum einen Monat nach dem Tod unserer Mutter, entfesselte er etwas Wildes in mir. Es war mir egal, dass sie ihr Zuhause verloren hatten. Es war mir egal, dass ihr Vater hinter Gittern saß. Es war mir egal, dass er den berüchtigten Stidda-Mafiaboss, Benjamin Rossi, verraten und damit ihr Leben in Gefahr gebracht hatte. Alles, was mich interessierte, war sie.