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Some people go to Tuscany to find themselves. I went to escape—New York, my ex’s new relationship, and a career that derailed the moment I was passed over for partner. My plan was simple: settle my eccentric Italian grandmother’s estate, sell whatever wasn’t nailed down, and return to the life I’d worked too hard to lose. Instead, I walked into a mess—a crumbling antique shop, two hundred acres of leased vineyard land, and one infuriating clause in the will: Live and work in the shop for three months, or inherit nothing.

Na primeira vez que encontrei Brody Easton ele estava no vestiário masculino. Foi a minha primeira entrevista como jornalista esportiva profissional. O famoso quarterback decidiu me mostrar tudo. E, por tudo, não quero dizer que ele me disse algum de seus segredos. Não. O idiota arrogante decidiu deixar cair a toalha quando fiz a primeira pergunta. Na frente da câmera. E o famoso ganhador do Super Bowl rapidamente adotou um novo hobby: me provocar.

Mauvaises Mères est un podcast destiné aux Mamans qui souffrent du mal de mères, qui souhaitent se libérer de leurs sentiments de culpabilité et de honte et retrouver du plaisir dans leur quotidien et surtout dans la relation avec leurs enfants. Tu te sens débordée ? Épuisée ? À bout de souffle ? Tu es constamment sur les nerfs ? Tu aimes tes enfants mais tu ne te sens pas à ta place à leurs côtés ? Tu te sens dépassée par leur énergie, leurs attentes, leurs besoins, leurs cris ? La maternité a dévasté ton corps, ton cœur, ton âme ? Souvent, tu as pensé être une ...

La vie des expatriés français, c’est ce dont on va parler dans ce podcast. Connus ou moins connus, ils vont vous partager leur expérience d’expat' et leur vie dans un nouveau pays. A chaque fois avec un parcours hyper inspirant ! Moi c’est Alex les bons plans, je suis blogueur, auteur, entrepreneur et fondateur de Voyage en français, une agence spécialisée dans le voyage et les activités touristiques francophones. Abonnez-vous pour retrouver en exclusivité chaque samedi un nouvel épisode et un nouvel invité. Vous pouvez également écouter l'épisode sur votre plateforme de ...

Life isn't always fair, and that's something that Llewellyn Gardner knows about firsthand. His life was on the fast track until one night of extreme passion changed everything. Now eight years later, he's still living with the aftershocks of that night. Everywhere he turns or runs, there's another reminder. What the hell do you do when you try to drown your demons only to find out they can swim? 

In all the years that Adres Cavalerie has inhabited the earth, he never thought he would discover his connection to the Prophesy within the Volkov Alphas stronghold. As the oldest living vampire, Adres was also the strongest immortal of his time with abilities that surpassed comprehension. He was a warrior and guardian, a champion for the downtrodden and forgotten. His name was legendary, the brutal ways he killed, notorious. But there was a secret to his madness that no one of this world understood.

Finding a good roommate through a classified ad isn’t as easy as it sounds. I was starting to lose hope. Until a knock at my door came, and God answered my prayers. Except...uh...wrong prayer, God. I’d definitely requested the big guy find me a drop-dead gorgeous man on more than one occasion...just not as my roommate. Declan Tate talked me into interviewing him anyway. While he was amusing and charismatic, I wouldn’t have been comfortable living with a man, so I regretfully declined. Then, cupcakes showed up at my door.

It started out like any normal day. Then the fender bender happened. The guy I collided with drove an expensive car and was drop-dead gorgeous. Too bad he was also a total jerk. We argued over whose fault it was and any other thing that came out of his condescending mouth. Eventually, the police came and we went our separate ways. The insurance companies would have to figure things out. I had a job interview to get to anyway - one I was excited about. Though that excitement changed to disappointment the moment the person interviewing me walked in. The guy from the accident.

Bennett Fox walked into my life on one hell of a crappy Monday morning. I was late for the first day at my new job - a job I’d now have to compete for, even though I’d already worked eight years to earn it, because of an unexpected merger. While I lugged my belongings up to my new office, a meter maid wrote me a parking summons. She’d ticketed a long line of cars - except for the Audi parked in front of me, which happened to be the same make and model as mine. Annoyed, I decided to regift my ticket to the car that had evaded a fine.

A new standalone novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author, Vi Keeland. The night I met Drew Jagger, he'd just broken into my new Park Avenue office. I dialed 9-1-1 before proceeding to attack him with my fancy new Krav Maga skills. He quickly restrained me, then chuckled, finding my attempted assault amusing. Of course, my intruder had to be arrogant. Only, turned out, he wasn't an intruder at all. Drew was the rightful occupant of my new office. He'd been on vacation while his posh space was renovated.

Detectives Mark Ruxsberg and Chris Green are very good at their jobs. Being the enforcers for God and Day's notorious Atlanta PD Narcotics Task Force causes the crazy duo to get into more trouble than they can often get out of. The pair never misses out on an opportunity to drive their lieutenants crazy with their dangerous, reckless, and costly stunts, landing them in the hot seat in front of God...often.

Angel DeLucca is one of the most sought after gay bachelors in Virginia Beach. He's smart successful, lethal, and more than anything he's drop dead gorgeous. When a one night hook-up goes terribly wrong, Angel comes into contact with the breathtaking Maximus "Max" Strong. Max is a firefighter for the Virginia Beach Fire Department. Max is beautiful, charming, and also very straight. One meeting with the mysteriously, sexy Angel DeLucca and a whiff of that silky, jet black hair, Max finds himself questioning everything he's known to be true about himself. 

From high school up until he became a successful attorney, Jacob Snowden was convinced that love had it out for him. "Everyone left" were the words he lived by. His mother, his high school sweetheart, his father, and his fiancé - they all left Jacob just when he felt it was safe to let down his guard. Not any longer. Jacob was a determined man, set at keeping people at a distance. If his six-foot-one, military-made body didn't scare people off, his permanent scowl surely did.

Bradford (Ford) King was sure he had the rest of his life mapped out. Life was simple, no distractions or complications - at age 46, that's all Ford wanted. What he didn't want was his work partner, sniper/watchman Dana, giving him s--t all the time. Dana Cadby had grown up labeled a roughneck from the wrong side of the tracks. Dana pulled himself up by his own boot straps and made a name for himself in the marksman community. At 33, he was trusted, well-respected by his peers, his bosses, his friends...so why couldn't he earn the same respect from his partner?

I'm writing this letter because it's highly doubtful I'll ever garner the courage to say this to your face. So, here goes. We're totally wrong for each other. You're the proper single mum with a good head on your shoulders. I'm just the carefree British doctor passing through town and temporarily living in your converted garage until I head back to England. But here's the thing... for some bloody reason, I can't stop thinking about you in very inappropriate ways.

I stepped into the Shadow Court to save my brother. I didn't expect to walk out as the bride of the monster who killed the man I loved. Kaan is the ruthless Lord of Shadows—ancient, merciless, and terrifyingly beautiful. He murdered Aslan with a smile on his lips and my name on his tongue. Then he claimed me as payment for a blood debt. Now, I'm his wife in black silk and silver chains. Owned. Caged. Watched.

Una. I should have stayed away from Shane O'Reagan. For ten years I told myself that chill in his eyes was disgust. I was wrong. The O'Reagans deal in blood, silence and men who vanish into the bog. Shane is the one who buries them. He’s ruthless. Untouchable. And now he says I’m his. There is no more me. Only us. And the terrifying part isn't the blood under his nails or the things he's done in the dark. It's that when he looks at me like I belong to him . . . I want to.

Before I even met Donovan Decker, I knew his shoe size. You see, I'd gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I'd grabbed the wrong suitcase. After checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag. A deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too. Donovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange. Turned out, it wasn't just his voice that was sexy. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark.

The first time I met Caine West was in a bar. He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out. When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight -- telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass. You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend-smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married. He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he'd done.

My love story all started with a letter. Only it wasn’t from the man I’d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who’d written to the magazine that I worked for. You see, once a year my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn’t start up again for months. So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless…so I thought. Until one day I took things too far. While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie’s wishes, I got a look at her father.