Winter Women

Psychic medium Dorcas Beeber is brash, obnoxious...and dead. Unfortunately for legal secretary Jamie Winters, she arrives at the psychic's studio for a reading only to find the victim apparently killed by a blow from her own crystal ball. And things only get worse when Jamie suddenly finds herself the prime suspect in the murder. It's clearly a setup, but Jamie's only clue to the real killer's identity is a black SUV parked near the scene of the crime.

An unforgivable crime. A murderous act of revenge. A killer with justice on their side. Once, the infamous Dahlia Rapist terrorised young women - and their parents alike - with his brutal acts of violence and sinister calling card. Today, Raymond Knox has shunned his former alias and is being released into society. But someone suspects that a monster still lurks beneath the surface. And when Raymond Knox is found dead, mutilated to match his victims, DCI Claire Winters is called in to catch a killer the public are calling a hero....

When she discovers a dead body among the fir trees while looking for the perfect Christmas tree, she’s left shocked and shaken at witnessing such a horrific sight at this most wonderful time of the year. Things only take an almighty turn for the worse when the remainder of some fruitcake from Lucy’s bakery is found in the deceased’s home...and is laced with poison!

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.

Llega el invierno a Porvenir y trae con él una mala noticia: por falta de cartas, cerrarán la oficina de Correos y trasladarán al personal. Los SMS, correos electrónicos y WhatsApp parecen haber ganado la partida también en medio de las montañas. Sara, la única cartera del pueblo, nació y vive allí con sus tres hijos pequeños. Comparte muchas horas con su vecina Rosa, una mujer de ochenta años que estaría dispuesta a cualquier cosa por evitarle sufrimientos a Sara y a los niños.

Eigentlich gefällt es Liza ganz gut, beim Umzug gleich von ihrem attraktiven Nachbarn mit dem süßen Lächeln und dem australischen Akzent auf Händen getragen zu werden. Mit verlaufener Wimperntusche und zerfetzten Schuhen will Flirten allerdings gelernt sein. Gut, dass Liza sowieso nicht vorhat, sich in irgendwen zu verlieben. Erst recht nicht, wenn es sich dabei um den Assistenzarzt handelt, der im gleichen Krankenhaus arbeitet, in dem ihre Schwester Becca auf eine Lungentransplantation wartet.

I've never felt more alive than when I'm on my knees before my master. Some would say I should be ashamed. Others might say I'm filled with sin. I say I'm just a woman with unstoppable determination, doing whatever it takes to secure her freedom before the opportunity fades forever. Nobody knows about us. Not my father, my three mothers, or my seven brothers and sisters. I was bred to be chaste and true, expected to find a respectable polygamous man and carry on the tradition of our faith.

Being grabbed off the street, blindfolded, tied up and thrown into a van was not what Izzy expected to happen when she stepped out the door that morning. But when an accidental kidnapping at the hands of the sexy Ethan Chase and his 'Kidnap My Wife' sexual fantasy business leads to just that, Izzy seizes the chance to turn her misfortune into a brilliant new job opportunity.

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.

Rhett Carson was as cold as the ice on which he skated. He was as calloused as the hands that shot the goals that won world championships. He was also damaged. And broken. And he didn't know it, but I knew all about him...and his unfortunate connection with my estranged older brother. I knew why he was so bitter and angry. I knew why he was so cold hearted. But I didn't know why I let myself fall in love with him. And I didn't know why I couldn't stop - even when he told me to.

Beckham King. Noun. Synonyms: None. Vanity wrapped in arrogance and tied with a wicked-intentioned bow. Obnoxiously attractive. Wildly talented in the sack. Everything a girl could want in a one-night stand. Don't ask him to commit. Don't expect a phone call. You only get one night. And God forbid you're the one girl deemed worthy of a reprise...Because you won't stand a chance. When an arrogant playboy's mind is set, there's abso-f--cking-lutely no changing it.

I believe in soul mates but I never wanted to fall in love with mine. Two men want my heart. One is everything I want. The other is everything I need. One makes me feel safe. The other makes me feel terrified and wonderful all at the same time. Both of them have secrets. But to be fair, so do I.

The last time my father beat me to a bloody pulp was the night he walked in on me with his woman in his bed. To be fair, she seduced me. And to be honest, I liked it. But to CPS, I was a victim. They shipped me to Utah, where my estranged mother lived with her husband and two sister-wives. And that's when I met her. My innocent, wholesome, perfect step-sister. Well, one of many. But Waverly stood out because just like me, we'd been fighting a losing battle our entire lives. Falling for her was a mistake, but shit, it's not like I ever made good decisions.

It was an innocent mistake...All workaholic real estate broker Addison Andrews wanted was one night of pleasure, and picking the right guy was no different than shopping from a catalog, thanks to the dating app on her phone. His name was Wilder, and his profile was blank - just a sexy picture of a man who promised every wicked intention of a one-night stand. The agreement was simple. One night. No last names.

I've made a living playing by the rules only when the clock is ticking, the ball has been snapped, and I'm cleat-deep in AstroTurf. But I screwed up last year. I went too far with the girls and the partying and the benders. As a result, the team owner sentenced me to live in some gated, Floridian retirement village until I can "calm down". If I lay low and repair my reputation, I won't get cut. It's that simple. For the first time in my life, I was living by someone else's rules, and then she showed up for the summer.

"The first time I saw him was at a bar called Ophelia’s on a misty Thursday night. I was there to drown my sorrows after a trying day, he was there to escape the storm. After a brief yet incredibly cruel exchange, the handsome stranger bolted before I had a chance to tell him off. Tearing after him in heels and barely able to keep up in the freezing rain, I ended my chase when I realized where he was going. They say never to judge someone unless you know their story. I never could have anticipated his..."

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.

Veronica was finally on her pathway toward becoming the woman she always felt the need to be. Born differently than what her body felt like, it had been a hard decision to finally be honest with herself and the way her body felt. Already she’d done the surgery to have breasts implanted, helping her feel more like a woman. And now, after meeting the woman of her dreams, she’s ready to come clean about her true self. Will Natale, her bisexual girlfriend, accept her for who she is, or will she get left behind like so many times before?