Winter Women

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.

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.

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.

Who killed the young lawyer - the angry playboy, cash-strapped partners, or secretive boss? Tiffany Black must uncover the killer before she's next! Meanwhile, Nanna and Ian enter a dance competition for which they're both clearly unsuited. Tiffany's parents finally meet her boyfriend, but not before her mother introduces her to a "charming" young man....

Uptight accountant Andrew Coombs has no time for superstitions - until he meets his own personal Lady Luck, Charlene Nelson, the lovely casino waitress who helps him win big at the slots. But when Charlene stands him up on a date night, Lady Luck is no longer on his side - or in the land of the living. Who would kill the cocktail waitress? Who was Charlene Nelson when she wasn’t slinging drinks? Out-of-towner Andrew doesn’t have a clue where to start looking for answers....

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?

The last time I saw Nevada Kane, I was 17, and he was loading his things into the back of his truck, about to embark on a 14-hour drive to the only college that offered him a full ride to play basketball. I told him I'd wait for him. He promised to do the same. But life happened. I broke my promise long before he ever broke his - and not because I wanted to. We never saw each other again.... Until 10 years later, when Nevada unexpectedly returned to our hometown after an abrupt retirement from his professional basketball career. Suddenly, he was everywhere.

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.

The name on the screen was "Absinthe". But I knew her as the sultry voice blowing up my phone for late-night chats about Proust and Hemingway interspersed between the filthiest little...mutually satisfying exchanges...I'd ever experienced in my life. We'd never met. Until the day she walked into my office, her cherry lips wrapped around a candy apple sucker and an all too familiar voice that said, "You wanted to see me, Principal Hawthorne?"

Friederike, die 1836 in Posen als Tochter jüdischer Eltern geboren wurde und später mit ihren Eltern nach Schlesien übersiedelte, arbeitete als Krankenpflegerin, engagierte sich immer wieder karitativ und verbrachte einen großen Teil ihrer Zeit damit Bittbriefe zu schreiben. Zum Beispiel an Kaiser Wilhelm I., dem sie die Einrichtung von Leichenhäusern vorschlug, damit künftig keine Scheintoten mehr bestattet würden. (Ein Problem, das im 18.und 19. Jh. auch Menschen wie J.W. Goethe oder E. A. Poe sehr erregte).

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.

There's a name for girls like me: Sugar Baby. I’m used to being passed around the sexually depraved, middle-aged senators of Washington, DC, like candy, but when I meet him - the mysterious man who buys my exclusivity for three months for price that should frighten me more than his demands - everything changes. He's younger than the others. His touch is softer. His lips sweeter. His need fiercer. He has only one requirement.... A blindfold to protect his identity...and to protect me from the danger I'd face if our arrangement leaked to the world.

Postnatal psychosis strips Colette of her early time with her baby, shreds her sanity, and almost destroys her marriage. When suicide seems the only option, Colette must face her limitations and move forward with demons clinging to every aspect of her life, whilst desperately trying to hold on to what she dearly loves.

She lives in a tiny one-bedroom house, sleeping on the couch while her sick mother sleeps in the room. With nobody else to take care of his mom, this 20-year old has no time for anything other than work. But when a sexy older man stops by her gas station, she’s instantly smitten.

Delaney does something adventurous. Her only sexual partner left her feeling unsatisfied, and when a friend gives her a gift certificate for an erotic massage, that seems like just the thing to make her feel adventurous and sexy.

They know their love is forbidden but when this older man takes control, there’s nothing she can do but do exactly what he wants. He wants her. All of her. And he’ll have it.

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.

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.