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It all started with an anonymous letter. He wasn’t supposed to find it - no one was. And he definitely wasn’t supposed to answer it. We end up talking through letters and sticky notes in a book. All baring our darkest, deepest secrets. It’s all fun and games until I find out who my pen pal is...Xavier Emery. King of my basketball-obsessed town, my childhood bully, and the guy I am in grave danger of falling in love with. But the rules were clear: We can never know who we’re talking to, and the confessions can never, ever get out.

Directed by the skillful hand of Megan Follows (Directors Guild Award winner) and featuring the voices of Golden Globe® winner Sandra Oh, Emmy Award® Winner Catherine O’Hara, and Emmy Award® Winner Victor Garber, Anne Shirley’s (Emmy Award® winner Michela Luci) adventures come to life in a fresh adaptation of a timeless tale. Immerse yourself in the breathtaking beauty of Canada’s Prince Edward Island with the magic of an original score and immersive sound design.

For twenty-five years, I believed there wasn’t much to my mundane life. Then, the unimaginable happens, landing me in a world that shouldn’t be real, yet feels oddly familiar. A father I didn’t know existed is dying and only their king can save him. Except he’s refusing to do so unless I make good on the contract I supposedly signed…five hundred years ago. King Asher is beloved by his people, too attractive for his own good, and…a wolf god. He calls me his mate and his future queen, but I’m neither of those things. I’m just a human who was in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Fifteen hundred years is a long time to wait to get revenge. The Fae know how to nurse a grudge, and now they have returned to England to claim their rightful place.

What would you do if you had to betray the people who taught you the true meaning of freedom? When cornered, I turn against the Tailors, the four men who taught me the true meaning of love and who own me in a way that no one else ever has. Though they forgive me, we soon discover a new danger stalking us, one that threatens to tear us apart. As we fight for survival, we must confront the ghosts of our past and the monsters that lurk in the shadows.

I'm kidnapped by the Tailors, a rival gang that wants my entire family wiped off the face of the earth. After spending a couple of weeks experiencing hospitality in the Tailors very own dungeon, I'm really regretting my life choices up to this point. Then in walks a tall stranger, with bright hazel eyes, and something in me stirs, growing stronger as I meet each of the Tailor boys. Aeron, the heir to the Tailor name and a dark devil.

Will our bond be strong enough to withstand the pain and ruin that awaits us? Kidnapped by the Tailors, a rival gang that wants my family wiped off the face of the earth, I find myself regretting every life choice that led me to their dungeon. But then four men walk into my life, each stealing a piece of my heart, demanding a share of my body. Aeron, the heir to the Tailor name and a dark devil. Jude, second in line and mad as a box of frogs but sexy as hell. Knox, a tall glass of water with the need to rescue and protect.

Born into Hollywood royalty, I’ve been making the hot sheet and generating internet buzz since before I could even walk. Doesn’t matter that my parents divorced prior to my second birthday, I can’t escape the shadows—or scandals—of my movie star mother and my rock star father.

A Handful of Raisins is a heart-stirring memoir about survival, strength and courage. For Michèle Misino de Luca, life began as a series of dark, traumatic episodes and continued as deeply challenging events beset her incessantly throughout her youth. Yet somehow, she rises to value life, viewing it as a miracle. She was five years old when she first felt completely on her own, and although food, clothing and a warm bed were provided, it seemed her survival was not ensured. Every night, when she was handed those raisins, there was a moment of intimacy in her soul.

Destroy the Guild. Take Danny home. Live our life. That had been my goal. Now? I want her back. I want the Guild out of her life. I’ll sell my soul and work with my enemy if I have to. Whatever it takes.

All I’ve ever known is the Guild. They clothed me, fed me, raised me. They trained me. And in return I became their perfect weapon, their loyal soldier, their deadly asset. For as long as I can remember, the Guild has been my life. But now, it’s about to become my death. Not everyone is cut out to be a mercenary. I’ve watched countless colleagues fail in their missions and pay the ultimate price. I’ve watched peers lose their minds with the weight of the work we do, and pay with their lives to keep our secrets. I never thought I would become one of them.

Being in the Guild is our life…or death. Not everyone is created equal, and not everyone is truly cut out for the work we do. It’s not pretty, it’s not glamorous, and it’s sure as shit not moral or good. The weight of the sins we carry can become too much for some, and they crack. When they do, they become a threat. No one quits the Guild. Not really. Either they cut a deal to make themselves useful in another capacity, or they get eliminated. But who, you might ask, can kill a killer? Who scares the boogeyman into running and hiding? Men like me.

She's everything I shouldn't want, but exactly what I crave. She bleeds innocence the way I radiate darkness. The moment she walked into my club, she was mine. She just didn't know it. I'll be the one to ruin her, and she will love every second. Innocence lost can't be regained.

La battaglia delle riaperture: In mille ai concerti. La cultura prenota le serate di maggio, di Michele Bocci; Il governo: a maggio si riapre. Speranza punta sulla scuola, di Tommaso Ciriaco ed Emanuele Lauria; Aprire, ma non ad ogni costo, di Michela Marzano; Covid e riaperture, a maggio il via ai ristoranti da metà mese anche di sera e il coprifuoco sarà ridotto, di Emanuele Lauria e Carmelo Lopapa; Covid, "Stadi aperti? Allora anche noi". La battaglia per le ripartenze, di Alessandra Ziniti; Noi, in felicità vigilata, di Natalia Aspesi.

Covid, torna il lockdown dello spettacolo: Bellocchio: "Neanche le bombe fermarono cinema e teatri. Una sciagura chiuderli ora", di Arianna Finos; Cinema e teatri chiusi, la trincea in difesa delle sale: "No al lockdown della cultura", di Fabio Tonacci; Le nostre vite sfilacciate nella città ripiombata nel silenzio, di Natalia Aspesi; Covid, la cultura può salvarci, di Chiara Saraceno.

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Two years ago, I had the hottest night of my life with a woman who didn’t want to tell me her name—and in a tequila-fueled fever dream, I agreed. She was funny, sexy, and after I got past her brittle shell, secretly very sweet. In the morning, she was gone. I’ve looked for her in every city I’ve played in since. That night ruined me for anyone else, but the woman I only know as “Jersey Girl” never showed up at another game. Not until I skate onto brand new ice as part of the NHL’s latest team. And there she is, in the stands at our season opening game. Very carefully not looking at me.

They say you can never go back… ‘Course, I never wanted to return. It took me years to age out. Once I made it, I took off and never turned around. Trust me, there were only three reasons I managed to survive there as long as I did and they abandoned me as soon as they were able. I’d like to say I didn’t blame them, but that would be a lie. I had zero desire to return. Yet here I was, on the road to Northland chasing a story cause my editor told me kids were disappearing… again.