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I was born a few moments after midnight on January 1st. On my 21st birthday, my father throws me the most lavish New Year's Eve birthday party Baton Rouge has ever seen—then he tells me I'm a woman now, and that means I belong to a man he owes a blood debt.

Every server at the roadhouse I work at knows that Vengeance is a package deal. The three enforcers for the Ruthless Reapers don’t just share a job; they share you for one night if you dare to go to one of the rooms upstairs with them. Whenever they come into the roadhouse, they stare at me. Hard pass. It doesn’t matter if they make my stomach flutter and my seriously neglected nether regions stir with some very bad thoughts. But then my aunt’s boyfriend attacks me. One moment I’m calling Vengeance as a last resort. And the next I’m waking up in their bed.

Online sensation, fearless feminist heroine and scourge of trolls and misogynists everywhere, Clementine Ford is a beacon of hope and inspiration to thousands of Australian women and girls. Her incendiary debut, Fight Like a Girl, is an essential manifesto for feminists new, old and soon to be and exposes just how unequal the world continues to be for women.

Clementine Ford is a person who has loved deeply, strangely and with curiosity. She is fascinated by love and how it makes its home in our hearts and believes that the way we continue to surrender ourselves to love is an act of great faith and bravery. This tender and lyrical memoir explores love in its many forms, through Clementine's own experiences. With clear eyes and an open heart, she writes about losing her adored mother far too young, about the pain and confusion of first love - both platonic and romantic - and the joy and heartache of adult love.

I was pretty sure my dead ex-boyfriend’s brother hated me...until he asked me to marry him. And pretend his brother’s baby - which I’m carrying, BTW - is really his. So now I’m suddenly the wife of a quirky tech billionaire, and falling in like with him so fast, it’s beginning to feel an awful lot like love.

Russian ogliarch Alexei Rustanov wants nothing more than to leave his past behind, including the sexy and sassy Texas beauty, Eva St. James, who so callously broke his heart back when he was a poor grad student. But when he runs into her at a wedding eight years after their tumultuous break-up, passions ignite and Alexei decides he will settle for nothing less than red-hot, dirty, and oh-so-erotic revenge. Can he have his Eva and get his revenge, too - without losing his heart again?

Him: She showed up in my dark world and pulled me into her light. Then she ran away. For six long years, she kept herself hidden from me. She is my wife. Did she really think I would just let her go? Nyet. She belongs to me, and now that I have found her, I will make her pay for destroying me. Her: He's the domineering monster I had to escape. The only place he and I work right is in bed. And now that he's found me, he's determined to take every scrap of dignity I have left. So why can't I stop wanting him?

Jusqu'où seriez-vous prêt à aller pour vivre la vie dont vous avez toujours rêvé ? Parce que Mississippi Foxtrot, le bestseller de l'année, a projeté Maud Dixon au sommet des meilleures ventes, la jeune et ambitieuse Florence Darrow n'a pas hésité longtemps à accepter ce poste d'assistante personnelle de l'écrivaine à succès. Seulement voilà. Ladite romancière, aussi imprévisible qu'arrogante, tient farouchement à son anonymat.

For years, Amy Thunig thought she knew all the details about the day she was born, often demanding that the story of her birth be retold. Years later, heavily pregnant with her own first child, she learns what really happened that day. It’s a tale that exemplifies many of the events of her early life, where circumstances sometimes dictated that things be slightly different from how they might seem–including what is meant by her dad being away for ‘work’ and why her legal last name differs from her family’s.

I didn’t know true desire until the first time I laid eyes on him. Tall, dark, beautiful as a god—completely forbidden. He was the penniless son of the help born in the Lousiana bayou, and I was a pretty southern princess, cultivated like a hothouse flower to become the trophy on some well-pedigreed man’s arm.