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She makes coffee every day for me and my husband. She's incredibly attractive, and I know my husband thinks so, too. In fact, she's so good at giving us what we need every day that we've decided it's only fair that we return the favor.

Based on the historical record of Bessie’s "confession" to witchcraft in 16th-century Scotland, the episodic structure of the play shows the many characters and events that supposedly made up the catalogue of her crimes, but which in fact testify to her innocence and goodness.

'I loved this book!' - Alison Weir '[A] lively, gossipy forage through royal wardrobes' - Daily Mail 'A sparkling history' - Dr Kate Strasdin Peek into the wardrobes of history's most fashionable royals Why did women wear such heavy and uncomfortable skirts in the Elizabethan era? What the hell...

In the aftermath of a chilling gangland murder, Jasmine faces a daunting ultimatum: embrace certain death as a witness or dive headfirst into the perilous realm of undercover work for Adrian Romano. Her mission is clear—retrieve a coveted chip with top-secret data from the clutches of a notorious criminal.

Welcome to the city of Pravitia. Home to the wicked, depraved, and perverse. Built upon the urges of our deviant desires, and our twisted cravings. Every soul fated to this damned city worships at our altars. Puppets to our fatalistic whims. Six bloodlines, devoted to our darkest proclivities, destined to rule the city in our image, and in our name. Six families bound to us in exchange for absolute dominion and glory. But even gods have favorites, and the time has come to usher in a new epoch.

Aubrey: I thought I could escape my problems by running to the mountains with nothing but a sleeping bag and a dream to escape everything I had left behind. Instead, I end up lost and way over my head. Just when I think things can't get worse, a silent, rugged ranger appears out of nowhere to kick me off the mountain. He doesn’t speak a word, but his brooding gaze says plenty—and now, thanks to him, I’m stuck in his watch tower once I reveal I’ve got nowhere to go. I should feel grateful. Instead, I wonder what it would take to crack his quiet exterior.