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Lucien Vale is temptation incarnate. Devilishly charming, wickedly confident, and sinfully sexy, he rules Manhattan’s most elite clubs, indulging the city’s darkest desires with a knowing smirk and a whisper of seduction. He’s built an empire, played the game to perfection, and isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty when it serves the greater good. But love? That’s always been just out of reach.

My favorite principle in landscaping and in life is balance. In any situation, that's my goal—to find that perfect balance. And I'm good at it too. That is until I met Cane. Now, nothing makes sense, and everything is off balance. I'm not sure what to make of this and how to make it work. I've never felt like this before, and I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. All I know is I want to find a way.

How did "the West" come to be used as a collective self-designation signaling political and cultural commonality? Was the idea handed down from the ancient Greeks, or coined by nineteenth-century imperialists? Neither, writes Georgios Varouxakis in The West, his ambitious and fascinating genealogy of the idea. "The West" was not used by Plato, Cicero, Locke, Mill, or other canonized figures of what we today call the Western tradition. It was not first wielded by empire-builders.

I know I'm lucky to have a mate at all. Most would rejoice. Most would run to them. Not me. I want to stay with my family. I was trapped in the veil for the majority of my life, fighting to survive. And I'm supposed to leave them for a man I don't know? I'm tired of Fate making the decisions for me. Yet . . . The ache in my chest becomes too much. The thirst in my throat becomes unbearable. The need to mate is a call I can no longer ignore. Even if I've never touched or kissed another. How will I satisfy him?

What happens when the search & rescue veteran and his K9 get trapped in a remote mountain chalet with a gorgeous older woman from Arizona during a freak blizzard? My first time on a ski slope in twenty years, I overestimated my abilities and got lost in a blizzard that hit the mountaintop faster than anyone expected. Trapped in the trees with a twisted knee and zero visibility, I’m quickly losing consciousness when an insistent wet nose and a pair of strong arms save me. Now I’m in a mountain cabin in front of a roaring fire and a muscle bound shirtless man who insists on getting me naked.

I used to be a cop, and now I kill people for fun. Yeah, yeah I know. Never admit to your crimes. But you don't know who I am. To you, I'm just words in a blurb. Besides, I don't plan on living that long anyway. The system has failed us. There is no justice. So, before I go, I'll be the justice. You know. AKAB. All Killers Are Bastards, or however the fuck the saying goes.

I’d never hidden the type of guy I was to anyone. Geeky, nerdy and unashamed of the presence I brought to a room. It was meant to be only one night. Hot, steamy and passionate… Where the geek actually got the unattainable god. Except he changed the rules and decided that he wanted more. I never expected when I jumped at the opportunity of my dream career that he’d be there. It was as if the stars had aligned up in the sky and were giving me a sign. But am I truly enough for this… for him even?

From New York Times bestselling author Harper L. Woods comes The Heir and the Spare, a never-before-published novella in the Of Flesh & Bone series! Once, I’d spent my life in the tunnels beneath the mountains. As one of the infants taken from Alfheimr, I spent twelve lifetimes hidden away in...

Reunited after years of separation, Kyrra and Arsenault long for a peaceful life together. But the magic keeping Kyrra alive is also tearing her apart. When a mysterious piece of ancient metal falls into Arsenault's hands, he gambles that it will prove to be Kyrra's salvation despite the secrets from his past it threatens to reveal. Kyrra is willing to sacrifice everything to free Arsenault from the vengeful god who haunts him, even if it means embracing the magic killing her.

Over. His life. Career. Marriage. Everything is finished. Richard Clayson dances on the precipice of self-destruction. His world crumbled before him. Since the day he laid eyes on Beau Blackwell in that interrogation room, his infatuation spun out of control. Richard knew it would be his undoing, in more ways than one. However, when the dust settles and nothing remains can he forgive? Can they get back together? Or will Richard and Beau always be enemies?

Madness. It's abysmal. Horrifying. Sublime. Richard Clayson is a slave to his addiction, the idea of Beau, the thought of beauty, so transparent and transcending, ingeniously in the form of a perfect person. A battle within, against the demon’s voice in his head. However, what happens when someone exposes him? Now he's gone too far. Sunk far too low. Too deep in the mouth of the cave he cannot see the entrance. His life is ruined. If he could, he would stop the world from turning, the heavens from opening up and beaming sunlight down on them.

What happens when the confirmed bachelor and K9 veteran falls for the one woman who has no intentions of ever settling down? Sure, he has biceps the size of my thick thighs and a rugged lumberjack exterior that satisfies all of my fantasies about climbing a man like a tree, but I'm not looking for a relationship—especially with a confirmed bachelor. Besides, I'm also happily single and don't plan to change that. Ever. Maybe it’s my hyper independence that keeps me firmly in bachelorette territory…

De Eerste Wereldoorlog werd 'de oorlog om alle oorlogen te beëindigen' genoemd... maar dat deed hij niet. In deze beknopte weergave van de Eerste Wereldoorlog kijken we naar de redenen ervoor, de reacties erop, en uiteindelijk het overlijden van degenen die het grootste offer brachten. Zo vaak horen we over de grote offers die gebracht werden in de daaropvolgende oorlogen, maar het verhaal van de Eerste Wereldoorlog biedt een diepgaand inzicht in de omstandigheden die leidden tot de Tweede Wereldoorlog.

Howard Norman’s The Bird Artist, the first book of his Canadian trilogy, begins in 1911. Its narrator, Fabian Vas, is a bird artist: he draws and paints the birds of Witless Bay, his remote Newfoundland coastal village home. In the first paragraph of his tale, Fabian reveals that he has murdered the village lighthouse keeper, Botho August. Later, he confesses who and what drove him to his crime—a measured, profoundly engrossing story of passion, betrayal, guilt, and redemption between men and women. The Bird Artist is a 1994 National Book Award Finalist for Fiction.

Who are we? Nobody really knows. We’re seven powerful heirs to empires, ruling Manhattan from our thrones on Park Avenue. By day, we’re the elite, untouchable, and more connected than you could ever imagine. By night, we revel in the darkness of our secrets, pulling strings that make the city bow to our whims.

The wealthy are crumbling. One by one, their names stain the Seattle Daily Newspaper. The ink smudges their reputation, spotlighting their depravity to the world. Monsters dressed in designer clothes. No amount of money can hide their rotting flesh paired with a corrupt soul. The wealthy are dying. But power doesn't wait, and in a city hungry for it, one second of mourning is a new blade to the throat. I live among them. The "orphan girl" blessed to taste their life. To play their games. To have their men...

Boys’ homes, borstal, jail, stealing, then jail again – and again. That’s been life for Jube and Sonny. One Pakeha, the other Maori, only vaguely aware of life beyond pubs and their hopeless cronies. Then, one night out stealing, the two small-time hoods chance upon the home of a wealthy Wellington lawyer … The ensuing events unfold with stark brutality amidst a seldom-seen New Zealand cityscape of littered streets, crowded highways and noisy smoke-filled bars – a world of inarticulate turmoil that Jube and Sonny are unlikely to ever escape.

There are several principles of landscaping, but my favorite has always been simplicity. I'm a go-with-the-flow and keep-it-simple kind of guy. Always have been. Always will be. It's how I do my job and how I live my life. Of course, as luck would have it, it only takes one job and one indescribably hot stranger to change everything for me. Because one thing Dutton Collins is not... simple.

A curse trapped me inside my werewolf, and I became the perfect killing puppet for the warlock controlling me. Screams of my victims haunt me. The phantom warmth of blood heats my hands. And guilt eats away at my psyche.

A moving and insightful anthology of personal essays by Irish autistic adults. Wired Our Own Way: An Anthology of Irish Autistic Voices is the first collection of personal essays written by autistic Irish adults.