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I've spent years hidden away to protect my father from the shame of having a defective daughter. The head of the Bratva can't be associated with weakness—and to him, that's all I am. That is until a marriage alliance gives him the opportunity to finally be rid of me. As I head down the aisle towards my mysterious husband, I hope I'm moving towards love and freedom. But Matteo makes it clear he wants nothing to do with me. I wish I could return his coldness, but the dangerous Don sets my body ablaze whenever he's near.

According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty one turned into twenty-three.

I couldn’t kill Mara… But that doesn’t mean Shaw won’t. She’s living in my house, always with me, always under my control. The more I push her, the more she pushes back. She’s peeling away my secrets, one by one. And I’m tempting her to do things she never thought she’d do…. Shaw won’t stop hunting her.

My world is small and predictable—that's how I've designed it. It doesn't extend beyond my tiny studio apartment, the local bagel shop, and the bookstore I manage. So, when a mysterious man crashes into the shop late one night while I'm doing inventory, I should be terrified. But I've never reacted normally to danger. And this man is as dangerous as they come… at least, for my heart.

Marrying the 70-something head of the Cosa Nostra to save my father is the only good deed I’ve ever done. I’m burning and bitter under the fake smile and tight dresses, but I was keeping it together. Was. Until my fiancé’s nephew turns up to dinner uninvited. Angelo "Vicious" Visconti. A beautiful monster with cheekbones as sharp as his tongue. They say I shouldn’t be scared of him, because nine years ago, he went straight. He’s barely a Made Man anymore. But I say, he’s the most dangerous Visconti of all.

I loathe Alastor Shaw. The city of San Francisco thinks we’re rival artists. In truth, we’re predators battling for hunting ground. We never chased the same prey. Until the night we both laid eyes on Mara Eldritch. Shaw wants to use her as a pawn in his twisted game. I’m fixated on her for a different reason.

Seventeen years after the events in Under Your Scars, Caroline makes her yearly visit to Meridian City and is taken on a heartbreaking and bittersweet journey that gives her something she's been searching for her entire life: closure.

Brooklynn, Darius, Ben und Yaz sind auf dem Weg zum Biosyn-Hauptquartier. Kenji und Sammy bereiten sich unterdessen auf die Verhandlungen mit Lewis Dodgson vor. Argwohn sorgt für Spannungen zwischen Darius und Brooklynn, während sie versucht, das Vertrauen des Teams zurückzugewinnen. Sammy und Kenji kommen sich näher.

Während Kenji und Sammy ums Überleben in der Wildnis kämpfen, stellt sich die wütende Brooklynn einem alten Feind – mit einer überraschenden Wendung. Die Gruppe zieht von Außenposten zu Außenposten, um Dr. Wus Backup-Server zu finden. Yaz und Sammy kommen sich näher. Brooklynn und Kenji versuchen, sich auszusprechen.

Der Mann stieß vorsichtig und vollkommen lautlos das Fenster auf und glitt dann wie ein körperloser Schatten in die finstere Leichenhalle. Dann holte er ein langes, blitzendes Messer aus seiner Tasche und bewegte sich zu den Füßen des Leichnams vor ihm und begann sein grausiges Werk...

Luisa Giglione sah im Schein der Lampe, wie eine schwarze, verdorrte Hand durch den Spalt in der knorrigen Tür griff und den Riegelbalken hochschob. Sprachlos vor Schrecken sah die junge Frau sie eintreten... Ein Zug aus sieben grässlichen Gestalten! Eingehüllt in vermoderte, schwarze Kapuzenkutten! Luisa blickte in mumifizierte, grausige Gesichter! Augenlos! Schwarz und vermodert! Und sie schrie!

His Empress is a spicy lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers mafia romance between mafia princess hacker Sienna and scarred Bratva Pakhan Dimitri. It features an accidental pregnancy, forced proximity, and an HEA.

I saw him in a cloud of smoke, like sin made flesh. Even bruised and battered, I’d never seen anything more beautiful.... Unless I hate myself, I should stay far away from Nero. He’s a heartbreaker. A mess-maker. A walking disaster. Here’s the problem: I’m in deep trouble with a dirty cop. The only person who can save me is Nero. We’re not friends. If he saw me drowning, he’d throw me. But he’s the only chance I’ve got.

"Abenteuer kann man doch nicht planen wie Ballett oder so was. Die warten um die Ecke und – zack! – plötzlich sind sie da!", erklärt Sprotte ihren Freundinnen. Tatsächlich lässt das erste Abenteuer für die Mädchen der Wilden Hühner nicht lange auf sich warten. Denn Die Pygmäen, vier Jungs aus ihrer Klasse, lassen nach einem Streit die Hühner von Sprottes Oma frei. Das schreit natürlich nach Rache! Die fünfteilige Kultserie um die wohl beliebteste Mädchenbande Deutschlands erstmalig als neu produzierte Hörspiele.

One of Cosmopolitan's Best Romance Novels Ever Turns out that reading nothing but true crime isn't exactly conducive to modern dating—and one woman is going to have to learn how to give love a chance when she's used to suspecting the worst. PhD candidate Phoebe Walsh has always been...

Liebe ist schön, aber kompliziert. Sprottes Mama z. B. kann sich nicht entscheiden, ob sie wieder heiraten soll oder nicht. Trude entdeckt ihre Vorliebe für schwarze Locken. Frieda muss sich mit einer Wochenendfreundschaft herumärgern. Und Wilmas erste Liebe ist ein Mädchen. Das fünfte Hühner-Abenteuer von Cornelia Funke erstmalig als Hörspiel. Aufwendig produziert, mit tollen Songs und fantastischen Stimmen.

I don't fall for women. Women fall for me. I'm Lake Decker, best running back in the league. Former. After a debilitating injury forced me to step back from my budding career, the last thing I thought I'd be doing was drooling at the feet of my stale-looking therapist. But her saucy attitude, strict professionalism, and the occasional shiner have my curiosities piqued.

Spies are like rats. In DC, you're never more than ten feet from one. Jason Trapp is about to find that out the hard way. All he wanted was a week off, but the world had other plans. Trapp stumbles onto something he wasn't meant to see, and when half a dozen top US officials are murdered by drug cartel sicarios, the reason becomes sickeningly clear.

D, the ageless, supernatural Vampire Hunter, takes charge protecting the survivors of an aircraft that has crash-landed in a deadly zone known as "the Playground." But before D can assist them, he must first battle a legion of undead warriors swarming from the fortress of the Sacred Ancestor, the oldest vampire in existence! 

Okay, so I didn’t mean to break the guy out of prison and become his pretty little hostage. It just kinda happened. Can you blame me? Vicious murder tendencies aside, he’s one hell of a snack! Stone Blackthorne. Even his name rubs me the right way. Sure, he might be a convicted felon and be the most wanted man on Earth, but under all of those red flags, he’s probably a really nice guy. Just misunderstood. Screw red. Stone’s flags are pitch black, but that’s the way I like it.