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Sometimes the end is just the beginning . . . Russell Green has it all: a loving family, a successful career and a beautiful house. But underneath his seemingly perfect world, cracks are beginning to appear . . . and no one is more surprised than Russ when the life he took for granted is turned upside down. Finding himself single-handedly caring for his young daughter, while trying to launch his own business, the only thing Russ knows is that he must shelter his little girl from the consequences of these changes. As Russ embarks on this daunting and unexpected new chapter of his life, a chance encounter will challenge him to find a happiness beyond anything he could ever have imagined.

Ashleigh Walker est amoureuse. Au sens le plus intense et bouleversant du terme. Un amour inconditionnel qui la consume. De quoi oublier de s'inquiéter pour ses mauvais résultats scolaires. De quoi lui faire oublier le mariage de ses parents qui s'effondre. Il y a juste une chose qui la perturbe... Pourquoi n'est-ce pas Dylan, son petit ami qui la met dans cet état, mais plutôt Mademoiselle Murray, sa prof d'anglais ?

Tu viens d'heriter d'un bateau echoue dans les marais de Louisiane... et du precieux tresor qu'il transportait: un masque d'or ! Mais fais bien attention car, selon la legende, celui-ci serait maudit... Auras-tu le courage de te lancer a sa recherche au peril de ta vie ? Quant a tes deux accompagnateurs, Scarlett Fox et Guy Dangerous, es-tu sur de pouvoir leur faire confiance ? Tu es pret ? A toi de jouer !

L'ultima cosa che Ronnie vorrebbe è trascorrere le vacanze estive con il padre. Non lo vede da tre anni, da quando cioè se n'è andato di casa per trasferirsi in una sperduta cittadina del North Carolina. Ronnie è furiosa, ma sua madre ha deciso così e lei non ci può fare niente. Sarà l'estate peggiore della sua vita, ne è sicura. Invece, inaspettatamente, ogni istante diventa indimenticabile, come il primo amore. Un romanzo intenso e commovente, da cui è tratto l'omonimo film con Miley Cyrus.

"I'm Jaz Parks. CIA assassin. Black Belt. Belly dancer at the Corpus Christi Winter Festival." "The last is cover for my latest mission: retrieve a vital piece of biotechnology by killing the maniac who stole it. The thief is not your run-of-the-mill nut job, either. He's Chien-Lung, an obsessive vamp who's invulnerable while wearing his armour - which is constantly." "Then there are the reavers, ancient fiends who murder innocents and eat their souls. Only I can sense them. So it's not long before they want me dead, dead, dead." "And did I mention the nightmares? They're not your garden variety sit-up-and-screamers. These suckers may actually kill me before the reavers do."--Back cover

I'm Lucille Robinson (aka Jaz Parks). This is a mission unlike anything my vampire boss, Vayl, and I have ever been on. It's not our usual take-them-out-and-run; it's an undercover mission that needs the whole gang: a psychic, an interpreter, and a weapons specialist. We've never gone in which such heavy artillery before, but the more the merrier, right? Um...nope. At least not since Vayl and I learned part of our job is to ferret out a mole concealed in our unit. To add to our problems, we're being harried by a pack of reavers bent on revenge, and targeted by a Seer who wants to share Vayl's power - at any cost. This is going to be a blast.

Travis, un veterinario affascinante, non crede nell'amore duraturo, mentre Gabby, una pediatra, lo sfida a cambiare idea, nonostante un fidanzato. Dopo un incontro turbolento, si avvicinano, ma un evento drammatico segna la vita di Travis, portandolo a riflettere su quanto si può sacrificare per amore.

Bon sang, mais qu'est-ce que je foutais dans une salle réservée aux femmes ? J'étais venu à l'hôpital pour me faire enlever mes quatre dents de sagesse et je me souvenais parfaitement avoir été placé dans une salle remplie de mecs. Qu'est-ce qu'ils étaient devenus ? Et moi, qu'est-ce qui m'était arrivé au juste ? J'ai passé la main sur ma poitrine qui, à présent, me causait des élancements. Ma peau était tendue comme si on y avait gonflé un ballon de foot par-dessous, et même à travers les bandages qui étaient drôlement serrés, mon corps avait l'air étrange... comme enflé. Et ramolli aussi...