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Royal Sawyer a déjà plus d'ennuis qu'il ne peut en supporter. Son père a été assassiné, et le meurtrier semble bien décidé à détruire les Sawyer par tous les moyens. Mais Daisy Hutchins ne lui paraît pas être une complication. Elle est la seule chose qui ait encore du sens dans un monde bouleversé. Daisy, elle, n'a pas besoin d'un homme dans sa vie. Elle en a déjà assez des ennuis, et les hommes ne lui ont apporté jusqu'ici que malchance et désillusion. Royal jure qu'il est différent. Le plus effrayant, c'est que Daisy a presque envie de le croire.

Que faire quand la seule personne en qui vous aviez confiance vous trahit ? Hope Daniels était mon amie. Ma confidente. Jusqu'au jour où elle m'a planté un couteau dans le dos et tout pris. Ma famille. Ma fortune. Mon héritage. Aujourd'hui, mon père a été assassiné, et son testament pourrait bien me coûter la vie. Il me rendra tout ce qu'il m'a volé, à une condition : que j'épouse Hope.

Messy and Mindful: Badass Meditations, hosted by Coach Ivy Monroe, delivers bite-sized episodes to help you pause, breathe, and refocus on you. It's not your typical guided meditation series. This is self-care for when you’re overwhelmed, unimpressed, and too tired for anything else. Focused on making adulting feel less stressful—from relationships and toxic family to career burnout and life after 30—this is how you turn feeling “so conflicted” into “so confident.” Listen whenever you need a moment for yourself and a reminder that your joy is non-negotiable. Play. Share. Repeat.

When it comes to dragons, there's no such thing as safe. I learned that the hard way when my kith and kindred were slaughtered right before my eyes. Everyone thinks the wyverns and the sorcai did it, but I know the truth. I've been hiding from The Horde ever since, existing under their radar, surviving. And then one day, they find me… he finds me. Aeson Noctis, the king's second son and my new captor.

Three years ago, I ran from the only life I knew. I had to. I was living with a monster. I’ve built a new life, staying hidden and keeping to myself. When I least expect it, three tempting men walk into my life and turn everything upside down, pulling me from the shadows. Zane, Rio and Asher.

Many of us think of the arts as entertainment - a luxury of some kind. In Your Brain on Art, authors Susan Magsamen and Ivy Ross show how activities from painting and dancing to expressive writing, architecture and more are essential to our lives. We're on the verge of a cultural shift in which the arts can deliver potent, accessible and proven solutions for the well-being of everyone.

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER A life-altering, science-backed exploration of the healing power of art, which has now been proven to help lower stress, supercharge learning and creativity, extend your lifespan, and combat loneliness. “This book blew my mind!”—Angela Duckworth, #1 New York...

Someone once told me that there's a fine line between love and hate. They forgot to mention how that line, once broken, can never be mended. Skylar Ames. My stepsister. The very embodiment of all I've ever desired. She'll forever hold my heart in her hands.

I've always heard there's a fine line between love and hate. No one told me that line could destroy me. Noah Fontaine. King of the school. My living nightmare. The object of my fantasies. My new stepbrother. I did whatever it took to survive him. Every day he took more of me. I just didn't expect him to take my heart. Because of the boy I once hated, I'd never be the same girl again.

J'ai su qu'elle était un problème dès la première seconde où je l'ai vue. Au début, je ne voyais qu'une femme sublime que j'avais besoin de connaître. Scarlett n'était plus juste une femme que je désirais. Elle était devenue ma bouée de sauvetage. Et comme si ça ne suffisait pas, la moitié de ce qu'elle dit est un mensonge. Chaque moment passé ensemble nous rapproche un peu plus, jusqu'à ce que je ne puisse plus imaginer vivre sans elle, malgré tous ses mensonges entre nous.

My new boss is a monster! No, I mean literally. When I finally land my first assignment in the field, I’m surprised to find myself working for an actual minotaur. And not just any minotaur, but Ruhkus, the most successful Urk'Kek CEO on his planet.

When my best friend asked me to serve as her Man of Honor, of course I said yes. A trip to Vegas for the week before her wedding and then on to the Florida Keys for the nuptials was an added bonus. The icing on the cake was her brother, Colt. I didn't expect anything to happen. He's almost 10 years older, aloof, mysterious, and devastatingly handsome. All the time I spent fantasizing about his powerful muscles, piercing eyes, hungry mouth, and grasping hands leave me tongue-tied and stammering every time I see him.

Callum Flannelly would rather dive into an open grave than take a stranger to dinner. But he can only inherit the family undertaking business under one condition: He must marry before his 35th birthday. So it’s out of the mortuary and into the dating scene. Lark Thompson came to Galway, Ireland to embrace life, not be reminded of losing her husband by moving in next to a funeral home. Then, the vivacious Texan animator learns of painfully shy Callum’s dilemma and makes it her mission to help him find The One.

I’ve been waiting my whole life to get my wolf. But now that the time is here, I need to run. Three years ago, a nightmare of an alpha took over my pack by force, and ever since, he’s been trying to do the same to me. I can’t let that happen. I need to escape him before he can lay a claim, flee from what I’ve always wanted, or risk getting a wolf that will submit to him.

Harper Henderson has everything she's ever wanted—a loving husband, a thriving design business, and a baby on the way. But when Jack's ex-girlfriend Madison returns to their small town dying of cancer, Harper's perfect world begins to crumble. What starts as Jack helping an old friend quickly spirals into something darker. Missed appointments. Broken promises. A husband who's slowly disappearing from their life together.

This audiobook is nothing but the pure, beautiful sounds of crackling fire and nature. Relax and close your eyes as you let the experience of Pure Fireplace Sounds and Pure Nature Sounds wash over you and feel the stress melt away. Perfect for sleep, anxiety relief, meditation, and background noise.

Go into Hell, the hot demons said. It’ll be no big deal, they said. I was only supposed to walk through a Hellish Ring or two so we could find out my demonic origin. Easy peasy, Right? Wrong. Now I’m alone, locked up in some freak’s dungeon, and mourning the loss of my demons. Could they have done the impossible and survived the attack? Can they find me here? I don’t even know where here is. And...why the hell do I have wings? I don’t have time for this shit. I need to figure out what I am, where I am, and how to get out of here.

I’ve spent my whole life seeing monsters, but they could never see me back...until now. Turns out, I’m not crazy like I’ve spent my whole life believing. Too bad it took being locked in a cage and tortured almost to the point of insanity to realize that. But I’m not alone. In a cage to my left, there’s a monster who’s given up hope. He stays in the shadows and moves with chains wrapped around him, but his golden eyes watch. To my right, there’s a girl with purple wings and familiar gray eyes.

My name is Medley Bell, and if you had told me this time last week that I was demon, then I’d have said you were nuttier than a squirrel turd. Of course, that was before I started seeing the strangest things. I’ve always been a little off, but it took stumbling into a backwater bar to understand how different I really am. So when two drool-worthy guys stop by to tell me that I’m Hell spawn just like them, I’m more relieved than shocked. I mean, it sure does explain a lot.

It’s never a good combo to be broke and desperate. You do stupid things. Like accidentally sign your soul over to hell. When I interviewed for a new security job, I didn’t bat an eye that it was for a literal graveyard shift...headstones and all. I mean, at the hourly rate they were offering, who cares? I got this. Turns out, I’m not guarding a graveyard like I thought. It seems I’ve just walked my broke ass into protecting a gate to hell. Yeah...I don’t got this.