Winter Women

When Tiffany's friend, Ian, insists on entering a zombie-themed reality-TV show, the duo stumble onto an unexpected murder. Before they know it, they're embroiled in the investigation and uncovering all kinds of secrets - and being followed by a mysterious assailant. Ian and Tiffany must track down the killer before it's too late! All while dealing with Tiffany's wacky family, and having a few cupcakes for good luck!

Nanna is a sweet, little old lady - or so she'd like you to believe. Too bad the cops investigating Adam Bitzer’s death don’t buy it for a second. And worse, they think she’s the one responsible for Adam’s death.... Just when Tiffany was ready to take a break from being a private investigator, she's pushed back into the thick of things. Can TIffany prove Nanna's innocence in time?

Die alleinerziehende Camilla kämpft an allen Fronten. Täglich muss sie sich im väterlichen Delikatessenhandel beweisen, während ihre 15-jährige Tochter Marie gegen sie rebelliert. Und dann wird sie auch noch nach Südfrankreich geschickt, um mit einer Honigmanufaktur zu verhandeln - im Gepäck das tobende Mädchen und ihren nervtötenden Nachbarn, der sich ihnen spontan angeschlossen hat. Kein Wunder, dass sich das pittoreske Bergdorf Loursacq zunächst als wenig heilsam für die angespannten Gemüter erweist.

From USA Today best-selling author Willow Winters comes a seductive and emotionally captivating, second chance romance. It’s impossible to get over what we had. He was everything - irresistibly handsome, ruthlessly elite, and seemingly untouchable - while I was nothing. Yet he protected me when I was at my lowest; more than that, he wanted me. He devoured me… and I did the same to him. Until it all fell apart and I ran as far away from Madox as I could. After all, the two of us were never meant to be together.

One year after her husband is killed in action, Julie Ellis is back in her hometown and focused on raising her young son. Then Reagan Harrison bursts into her life - a cocky, charming linebacker who leaves her off balance.

When some pretty little thing shows up at my doorstep with a suitcase, claiming she rented my house for the summer, I waste no time informing her that my house isn't for rent. Some Internet jack*ss scammed her out of all her money, but that's not my problem. Only when I find her sleeping in her car a couple days later, I can't turn my back. I make her an offer: room and board in exchange for working on my ranch. She agrees, and I open my doors to a girl who sings too loud, sticks her nose where it doesn't belong, and distracts me with her tight jeans and those full lips.

Don't judge a book by its cover. You'll tell me you don't...but you already think you know what my story's about. You have no idea. Just like the people sitting in this courtroom. She asked for it. That's what they keep saying. And no, it's not because my skirt was too short or I was drunk at a party. It's nothing like that. It's because of what I like and how I like it. They're judging me as I sit in the front row, my eyes drawn to the man on trial. If I'd known it was going to end like this, I never would have gone home with him. But he's the type of man I just can't say no to.

Kat knew better than to get involved with a man like me, all tattoos and muscle. No one in Brooklyn thought it would last, but I wasn't about to let her get away. I got her in my bed, and I ruined her for anyone else. I made her mine. I gave her everything but the truth.

Mason Thatcher gave me chills when I first laid eyes on him. The good kind. The kind that makes your body ache and your heart hammer. What's better is that he looked at me the same way. There was a hunger in his eyes that wouldn't be sated and a confidence in his stride that told me I could never run from him. Back then I didn't want to. It's not fair that his touch eased my pain. That his lips on mine made my worries vanish. That his love gave me a reason to breathe again. With him I felt complete, as if fate had given me a second chance.

Fate brought us together, but the sins of my past threaten to rip us apart. In a city ruled by corruption and powerful men, only the ruthless survive. And that's just what I am. Like father, like son. The life I lead is riddled with black tie affairs and dark secrets. simple mistake destroyed a woman I knew nothing about. She was only a name and a beautiful face in a photograph. Her fairytale life was shattered, but I didn't give a damn. Or at least I thought I didn't care, until she stumbled into me.

This wildly romantic novel from the author of Apricot Kisses proves that the recipe for love sometimes needs just a dash of the unexpected - and the magic of the Scottish Highlands.

Hanna has a foodie's dream job: as a culinary journalist, she gets to travel across Europe to write up the Continent's finest restaurants. But after penning a scathing review of a restaurant nestled in a Tuscan apricot grove, her boss informs her of a big problem: when the restaurant's owner read the article, she keeled over dead from a heart attack. Now the owner's grandson, Fabrizio, has filed a lawsuit against the magazine, and if Hanna can't convince him to drop the case, she'll lose her job.

When women and men experience trauma or severe life stressors, including sexual abuse, it is not uncommon for their lives to unravel. Acclaimed Australian motivational speaker Di Riddell’s great passion is showing you that you can re-activate and tap into your inner confidence and self-esteem bringing new energy and joy into your life, so you can know yourself as peaceful, complete, whole, and safe.

This is the story of Boots' libraries, situated within the chemist's shops, set within the context of life in Britain during the first half of the 20th century. It is a unique social history of working life at the time, especially the "paternalistic" employer, the approach to books and censorship and the reliance on circulating libraries by the expanding middle class. Former staff share memories of Class A subscribers lording it over humble category B subscribers who - albeit resentfully - knew their place.

The words “For Lila, forever” adorned the front of the envelope in blue ink, the handwriting all too familiar. But it didn’t matter what it said. I didn’t have the heart to open it. We couldn’t be together. Not after everything.... Leaving Rose Crossing, Maine was one of the most painful moments of my life - or at least it was until the day I came face-to-face with Thayer Ainsworth again. After a decade of searching, he’s found me, and he wants to know why I quit my housemaid job and left his family’s island estate without so much as a goodbye.

He said it would only hurt a little... On her 16th birthday, Sleeping Beauty pricked her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel. On my 22nd, I pricked mine on the needle of a tattoo machine wielded by a beautifully complicated man who would go on to become my ruin.

The moment Jude Warner walked into my life, he was just some handsome stranger in an expensive suit. A moment later I discovered he was my neighbor, both of us new to the building. Then he was the knight in shining armor who rescued my place from a late-night plumbing fiasco. The prince charming who offered me refuge and ice cream during a storm-fueled power outage. The bona-fide saint who volunteered to accompany me to my crazy sister’s wedding back in North Carolina. Falling for him was easy. Finding out exactly who he was? Earth-shattering.

Before this ridiculous little arrangement commences, I’d like to make myself indubitably clear: I know who you are, I know that my father hired you, I know why my father hired you, and last but not least: Your services aren’t needed. In fact, I want no part of my father’s billion-dollar empire, and him “gifting” me with one of the “best concierges in the county” won’t change that. However, seeing as my father has strong-armed me into taking this position, it appears as though we’re stuck together - at least until your contract is up next month.

Dear Melrose, The first time I met you, you were a stranger. The second time, you were my roommate. The third time, you made it clear you were about to become the biggest thorn my side had ever known. You sing way too loud in the shower and use all the hot water. You’re bossy as hell. You make my life all kinds of complicated. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about you. Truthfully...I can’t stop wanting you. I was going to tell you this.

Reed York was never my boyfriend. He was the pen. I was the company ink. Though if you want to get technical, we were more like colleagues who hated each other...with benefits. Everything was fine until the charming jerk went behind my back, stole my promotion, and became my boss - literally overnight. Refusing to work beneath him, I transferred 2,014 miles away to our Chicago division. But he’s just announced a last-minute site visit the week between Christmas and New Year’s, and he’s audaciously designated me as his "right-hand gal" during his visit.