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My mom’s last gift came with two surprises: an unexpected inheritance from the father I never knew, and one unforgettable summer in Aspen Lake. Her only request? Complete the bucket list she left for me. Simple enough—until I saw that one item written in bold: HAVE A SUMMER FLING.

Brought to you by Penguin. WINNER - IBA Crime Fiction Book of the Year By the author of the No. 1 Bestselling Strange Sally Diamond 'I expected more of a reaction the first time I hit her.' Oliver Ryan is a handsome and charismatic success story. He lives in the suburbs with his wife, Alice, who...

So . . . I signed up for something. Not a gym or Costco membership, which probably would have been wiser. Oh no, I signed up for a social experiment. You heard me right. I, Lanie Davenport, am going to be the subject of a scientific study. Do I know what this study is for? Not exactly. But I know it means I have to live with a stranger for twelve weeks and do a video diary once a week, answering the researchers’ questions.

A woman does her very best to avoid at least one of the following people in her life: an annoying coworker, her brother’s best friend, and her first kiss. Unfortunately, for me, all three happen to be the same person—Brandon Cassidy. I’ve done my best to avoid the man, even if it means working in the ladies’ room whenever he visits the main office. Sadly, my days of hiding are coming to an end because I’ve been assigned to assist Brandon through the end of the year. The holiday season is already hard for me, but this . . . this is just the icing on the fruitcake that is my life.

Once, I destroyed my fated mates. This time I'm going to save them. One moment, I'm living my downtrodden life: disowned, outcast, and barely scraping by. The next, I'm wrenched into an alternate universe where I'm rich, privileged—and dead. No one knows that last part yet except the killer and the woman who summoned me. And she won't send me home until I pose as my spoiled other self, infiltrate the upper echelons of magical society, and flush out my own murderer. If only I didn't walk into Luminary Academy and find myself face to face with my worst regrets: my fated mates.

What happens when frenemies take the experiment out of the lab and into the bedroom? Corban Nash is a self-proclaimed data nerd with a sexy half smile and a set of abs that leave girls drooling. He developed a theory he claims will make two people fall in love. And after numerous tests on friends and family, it’s been successful for everyone who’s tried it. The problem is, it’s never worked on him. And he doesn’t know why. Still, he’s determined to prove his theory. The only thing standing in his way? His nemesis, Hazel Kiegen.

There are a few problems with that: Harper Alexander isn't a damsel or distressed. Oh, and I can't forget to mention that she doesn't want to be rescued. Too bad she doesn't have a choice. Right now, I don't give a flying you-know-what that she escaped the city with her brand-new fiancé and plans to marry him next week... I will find her. I may have to throw her over my shoulder, kicking and screaming, but she's coming with me. She has no idea how much danger she's in.

All 18 episodes of Radio 4's word-obsessed comedy panel game hosted by Gyles Brandreth, where stars from across the world of wordplay come together to guess the meanings of now-obsolete words, invent their own clichés and cockney rhyming slang, discuss their own favourite words and phrases -...

From the first moment I saw my wife, I vowed to do anything to make her happy. Maybe it’s the rule-abiding teacher in me, but I love my wife, and I take my vows seriously. Lately, though, it feels like something is missing in our marriage. What started as a rut quickly escalates into a night of sexual exploration at Club Pulse. And when a friend of ours needs a place to stay, I can’t say no. Nor can I stop the fantasies in my head, envisioning a life with the three of us together. Will the world embrace our love? Can our families accept our polyamorous relationship?

My father handed me over to the Bratva. Now I belong to Luka Dubinin. Older. Colder. Sin in a tailored suit. He doesn't force my submission. He seduces it with silence and steel. Builds me a studio. Watches me dance. Burns me alive with every glance. I swore I'd never break. Never beg. Never love a man like him. But I crave his voice. His touch. His darkness. His power. He shields me with bullets. Loves me like war—violent and absolute. I should escape. Instead, I made a vow behind locked doors. Not of love. Not of freedom. But of surrender… and survival.

Eight years ago, Ivan Dubinin destroyed me. The Bratva heir who swore he loved me—then vanished. I raised our son in secret. Always looking over my shoulder. Now danger has found us. The Italians want Lev. And my father would rather see us dead than with the Dubinins. The only man who can keep us safe? The same man who shattered me. Ivan swears I was always his. But it's Lev he clings to now—teaching him, protecting him, loving him in ways I never thought possible. Watching them together shatters me. Because every time Ivan holds our son… I remember the man who once held me the same way.

She was supposed to be a one-night stand. A way to sate my sexual appetite. I let her glimpse the man I am. The face that I hide behind my carefully cultivated life. But she ripped open that divide - and there's no going back. Now, she's here. In my city. I don't care that I'm Manhattan royalty and she's the help. Only that she's living in my summer home. With me. And I want more.

Emil Dubinin. Bratva assassin. Sin in human form. I stalked him through the shadows. He captured me with a single touch. Bound. Stripped. Broken open. He made me forget every law I'd sworn to uphold. In the jungle, I was his prisoner. In his bed, I became his sin. He whispered lies in Russian. And I begged him for truth between my thighs. When he left me, he took more than my heart—he took my soul. Now I'm carrying his child. A secret that could destroy us both. The FBI wants my blood. The Bratva wants my silence. And when he finds out I kept his baby... the devil I loved will demand his due.

I don't do boyfriends. Or dating. Or random hookups. Not when fictional men do it so much better, and not when my heart has been through the wringer. So when retired MMA fighter Matt Haywood crashes into my life, I'm not impressed. Quite the opposite actually. I avoid him at all costs. At least, I try. 

Gigi Hawthorne is starting from scratch. She just didn't realize until her crappy car broke down that she was going to be doing it in a small town in Vermont. With an eye for design and some serious decorating skills, she's managed to land a job making delectable treats for the patrons of the Busy Bean. Now she's up to her elbows in sugar and flour, but her thoughts are never far from her gorgeous, brooding landlord.

Dive back into the sexy side of the Upper East Side with the second billionaire romance from USA Today best-selling author K. A. Linde. I finally have everything I ever wanted - fame and fortune and literary success. Only one problem: I lost my muse. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Broody, enigmatic, alluring, and right for me in every way. Until he wasn't. Until I lost everything. And I can't lose it all again. I'll do anything to keep it.

Author K. A. Linde presents One Cruel Night, a prequel to the Cruel series.

Whitney thought she was safe from her toxic marriage the day her husband died . . . From the moment I return to my hometown for a fresh start, my plans begin to crumble. The rental house that looked perfect is actually a health hazard. My new job postpones my start date. And a historic blizzard is about to dump three feet of snow across the state, making doing just about anything impossible. When my infant son screams down the motel into the early morning hours and causes the other guests to complain, I'm mortified and ready to brave the impending blizzard to find someplace else.

I ran before they could sell my soul to another monster. Barefoot. Bruised. Alone. And straight into the arms of Alexsei Dubinin—a Bratva king. A widower. A single father. The man every sinner in Moscow fears… and every woman would die for. He shelters me. Protects me. Teaches me how to breathe again. But when his son's laughter becomes my salvation, my heart forgets it's not allowed to love. One touch, and I break every rule I've ever known. One night, and my body remembers what freedom feels like. Then comes the truth I can't hide—two lines. One heartbeat. One forbidden miracle.

Ten years ago I left my marriage and the love of my life. On paper my husband checked the boxes. 1. Devastatingly handsome. 2. Wild and carefree. 3. And a skilled lover . . . if you know what I mean. But Corjan Powell was a bad husband. We were too young to be saddled with a lifetime of resentment and regret. After a year of confrontations and no change, I didn't even give him the chance to refuse divorce papers. One disastrous fight too far, I wrote him a note and I left. "But Bree, what happened over those ten years?" you ask. Resentment. And regrets.