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Don't get me wrong, waking up to discover my ex-husband finally killed me wasn't fun. Finding out I had to get a job and pay Afterlife taxes about 10 minutes later? Let's just say, this wasn't exactly the eternal reward I was hoping for. But beggars can't be choosers, and being a demon sure as hell beats my last occupation. I’m well on my way to retirement behind the pearly gates when the impossible happens. The Risk Witches have a vision.

Ich werde mich verlieben. Ich, Jenny Rosenthal, werde endlich meinen krummen Deckel finden. Von diesem Leitsatz getrieben, krempelt die Hamburger Journalistin Jenny Rosenthal ihr Leben um. Ein spontanes Abo im Fitnessstudio bringt Bewegung in ihr Vorhaben – sowie zwei Männer, die unterschiedlicher nicht sein könnten. Es beginnt ein schwindelerregendes Auf und Ab der Gefühle, das ihr sowohl prickelnde Momente auf Sylt als auch heiße Nächte auf Lanzarote beschert. Doch noch während sie glaubt, die perfekte Welle zu reiten, breiten sich erneut Selbstzweifel aus.

My dreams of retirement crashed and burned when the rogue shifter bit me. Not only have I changed into something neither world has ever seen before, but my mission just became even more impossible. To find the answers about what I am, I enlist the help of an infamous ex-poltergeist, a shifter freak, and my least favorite pigeon. What a team we make. Oh, and did I forget to mention that my mate’s bloodthirsty daughter is awake and hunting my ass now? Because that’s a thing, too. Why? I have no idea, but we have every intention of finding out.

My husband killed me. Instead of spending my immortal afterlife pissed off and angry, I moved on. I became someone. Sure, that someone was a demon with the highest track record of reform, a.k.a. punishment, in Hell. But who’s bragging? Everything was going fine...until the Risk Witches saw a terrible vision. Three men. Each scarred in their own way, born with powers that haven’t been seen in eons. Upper management sent the best to correct their path. Angels. Poltergeists. Nothing worked. These men were too stubborn. Too bad. Too untamed...so they sent me.

I think I hate my husband, but I’m trying very hard not to. He leaves me for hours, days on end. His friends don’t know I exist, and even after three years of marriage, we’ve still never been intimate… Does he keep me close just so he can hurt me? So he can show me he owns me like my father used to? When I take him to therapy I expect it to help, even if I forced him into it, but that’s the true beginning of our end. My therapist makes me feel things my husband never has, watches me, thinks about me, worries for me, his blue eyes following wherever I go.

I'm the daughter of the Don, but my life as a mafia princess is far from a fairy-tale. Trapped in a pretty cage, my family clipped my wings so that I can fill the role all princesses are tasked: to marry a prince and secure an alliance. My mob boss father would give anything to gain an edge over the rest of the Supernatural Syndicates in New York—including me.

Faerie was a nightmare—twice kidnapped, magically bound, and held captive by my fated mate. But Eversus? That’s where the real party starts. And yes, I RSVP’d like an idiot. Sadie’s gone. Vanished without a trace. And the only lead we have points to a realm no sane person dares to enter: a pit of smoke and ash, ruled by demons and forgotten gods. A place no fae survives. Eversus. Vareck—the fierce, brooding King of Faerie—is determined to be my plus one into the twin hells. He says we’re bonded. That I belong to him. But I didn’t ask for a mate.

Sasha is back and she's not alone. An ancient enemy has returned. One that's been pulling strings from the shadows all along. But for every move we make, they are two steps ahead. All my life I've been a broken witch. Cursed to never forget. Now that curse may be the key to my own salvation. If there is one irrefutable truth, it's this—nothing will ever be the same again. Especially me.

My captor, my enemy, and my fated mate. I’m the best bounty hunter in the business. I find lost artifacts that people would kill to possess. I’m also broke. When a notorious leprechaun offers me a job I can’t refuse, I realize too late I’m not hunting an object. The contract was simple; steal the prince, escape unseen. Spoiler alert: I failed. Horribly. The moment I step into the fae kingdom beyond the veil, I feel it—someone watching me. Waiting for me.

Las anotaciones autobiográficas, las reflexiones y sentencias que Marco Aurelio fue escribiendo para sí mismo, durante sus últimos años de vida, componen un texto singular en la literatura antigua. Ningún otro gran personaje del mundo antiguo nos ha legado un testimonio personal tan sincero, tan hondo y tan patéticamente filosófico. Marco Aurelio tuvo que vestir la púrpura y la coraza del guerrero al frente de un inmenso y amenazado imperio.

I refuse to spend the rest of my life with my childhood bully for a mate. I may be a cursed shifter, incapable of shifting—but I wasn't desperate. Not till the Alpha Supreme cast me out of the House of Fire and Fluorite for rejecting his son. Now I'm packless. Homeless. No longer under the protection of a House. Until the dark vampire king of Blood and Beryl turns his sights on me. In return for protection from my former House, I have to become his fake mate. I'll be a queen and a fraud. It's a treacherous lie to live—and I find myself forgetting what's real and what's not.

I pensieri, raccolti in questo opera, tratto da "Ad se Ipsum", "A Se stesso", o "Colloqui con se stesso", com'è conosciuto dai più, di Marco Aurelio...

Florence conosce bene il fallimento. Dopo la fine disastrosa della sua carriera in una girl band degli anni 2000, si trascina per West London, single, al verde e insoddisfatta. Le uniche cose di cui è orgogliosa sono le sue scelte sempre più elaborate di nail art e suo figlio di dieci anni, il sensibile e intelligentissimo Dylan. Ma quando Alfie Risby, il bullo della classe e giovane erede di un impero alimentare di surgelati, scompare misteriosamente durante una gita scolastica, Dylan diventa il principale sospettato.

Depuis plusieurs décennies, nous réfléchissons au sens de la féminité, à l'éducation de nos filles que nous voulons fières et émancipées. Nous luttons à l'école, dans la rue, auprès de nos familles pour tordre le cou aux clichés et leur offrir des chances égales à celles des garçons. Mais nous continuons d'élever nos fils dans le même moule patriarcal, comme si nous pouvions déconstruire le sexisme sans nous interroger sur la masculinité !

As an outcast witch without a coven, I exist on the fringes of supernatural society. You don't know me unless I want you to, because that's how people like me stay alive. But I messed up—and subsequently caught the attention of three incredibly dangerous supernatural men.

Everyone wants to be different until they are. Take it from a true Heinz 57, being special isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Especially when it sets off a series of events that will end the world. You know, the catastrophe I was sent to prevent in the first place.

En medio del caos y de la guerra, el emperador romano Marco Aurelio escribe a diario sus meditaciones. Es su forma de hallar la paz interior, concentrar fuerzas y no olvidar lo aprendido. «Ser igual a la roca sobre la que rompen incesantemente las olas», escribe.

I'm torn between three men that I swore I wouldn't get involved with. I know it's wrong, but part of me loves it. Craves it. Everyone thinks I'm the good girl, but what they don't see is that my carefully crafted persona is crumbling around me. My mask is cracked. I'm hanging on by a thread. We all have weaknesses. Mine just make me a glutton for punishment.

Tida como uma obra única na história da Filosofia, Meditações contém as mais profundas e reveladoras reflexões espirituais e éticas já registradas. Apresentados de maneira direta, os insights reúnem os fundamentos do Estoicismo que guiaram os pensamentos do imperador filósofo Marco Aurélio, um dos líderes mais inteligentes e bem-sucedidos de sua época. Uma obra-prima essencial para gestores, curiosos e qualquer pessoa que já tenha enfrentado momentos difíceis, porém, sem deixar de cultivar a esperança em dias melhores.

Strangers passing through. Friends seeing each other with new eyes. The hesitant touch of new lovers. A first glance. A first word. A first touch. A first kiss. Take a journey through erotic shorts and poems to relive that first-time feeling. Naughty Bedtime Stories: First Taste will stir the butterflies, curl the toes, and send hearts racing. After all, nothing tastes as good as naughty feels....