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Lament Academy is a place for the forgotten, the troubled, the unwanted. Abby never wanted to be here, but she wasn’t given a choice. The halls are cold, the whispers never stop, and something about this place feels wrong. Her roommate, Raven, listens to the floorboards like they might answer. The other students watch her like they know something she doesn’t. And Ethan… Ethan looks at her like he’s waiting for her to remember something she’s long forgotten. But the longer Abby stays at Lament, the more the lines between dreams and reality blur. Shadows stretch where they shouldn’t.

As the newest "ice babe" for the Colorado Blizzard, I'm not too worried about breaking that rule. I know a thing or two about fending off hockey players looking to score. At least, that's what I thought...until I caught the eye of Blizzard captain and heartthrob Hunter Rockwell. No matter how many times I turn the troubled star down, he's convinced I'm just playing hard to get - and he doesn't care how much hot water his flirting lands me in.

Juliet and Chrissy were best friends until one fateful summer forced them apart. Now, nearly twenty years later, Juliet wants to be back in Chrissy’s life. But Chrissy doesn’t want Juliet anywhere near her, or her teenage daughter Eloise. After all, Juliet is the only person who knows what happened that night – and her return threatens to destroy the life that Chrissy has so carefully built. Because when the past is reawakened, it can prove difficult to bury. And soon all three of them will realize how dangerous it can get once the truth is out there.

Une fille geek victime de chantage. Un détenu assoiffé de vengeance. Tess. Je suis une militante, pirate informatique. Internet n'a pas de secrets pour moi. Mais ce n'est pas ce qui sauvera ma famille. J'ai besoin de lui. Un monstre marin pour vaincre un requin. Luca. Je m'évaderai de cette prison. Je me vengerai de ceux qui m'y ont envoyé. Tout ce dont j'ai besoin, c'est elle. La clé de ma cellule. Que les jeux commencent. Shanna Bell écrit principalement des romance New Adult. Ses héroïnes sont des femmes fortes et quelque peu impétueuses.

Go ahead. These lips are supposed to be around my husband's shaft, not yours. This treasure between my legs belongs to my husband. The tiny little rosebud opening between my heart-shaped cheeks is his, too. Guess what? You can have those things. You can have them, and it's okay. It's okay because my husband isn't a selfish man, and he's willing to share....

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Atticus Dupont is my stalker. My savior. My captor. He wants to keep me for himself. I was yanked from August's arms and thrown into the deadly underbelly of the criminal kingdom. Atticus is my only ally in this place, and he revels in knowing that I must rely on him if I want to survive—if I want to get back to my future husband. Atticus is dangerous, and I don't trust him. I despise him. I ache for him. The playboy billionaire has demons of his own. Somehow, I started to fall for him, and I can't leave now. Mighty is the sword. Violent are the crown's enemies.

"You’re just too sensitive!" "That didn’t happen. You must be imagining things." "I don’t remember saying anything like that. You must have misunderstood me." Do these phrases seem familiar? Perhaps a little too familiar? If you hear them often, you might be a victim of abuse - gaslighting. It might mean that someone is manipulating you, making you not trust yourself. Someone is trying to take control of your life.

For as long as queer women have existed, they’ve created gathering grounds where they can be themselves. From the intimate darkness of the lesbian bar to the sweaty camaraderie of the softball field, these spaces aren’t a luxury—they’re a necessity for queer women defining their identities. In A Place of Our Own, journalist June Thomas invites listeners into six iconic lesbian spaces over the course of the last sixty years, including the rural commune, the sex toy boutique, the vacation spot, and the feminist bookstore.

Maybe, if we met at another time - another life - he could’ve been mine. Maybe, if I were older. Maybe, if he wasn’t my brother’s best friend. Maybe, if he wasn’t my teacher. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Having my dirty little secret living down the hall had me obsessing over alternate endings and happily ever afters. I’d never wanted someone so badly, but his hot and cold behavior was giving me emotional whiplash.

Leo is afraid of heartbreak. My shadow. My protector. He doesn't want to share. The crushing burden of wedlock descended upon me, threatening to ensnare me in an unbreakable bond. I refused to accept my fate; I had to be courageous for my men. Filled with a burning passion, I declared myself the Bloody Queen and led my men in a daring struggle for their freedom. As we charged into battle, I knew that our victory would not come without great sacrifice.

James Barry was one of the most outstanding doctors of the 19th century – a brilliant surgeon, a tireless campaigner for medical reform, and a compassionate Inspector-General of the Army. But throughout a long and distinguished career an air of secrecy, even of scandal, always clung to Barry. The shrill voice, the diminutive build, the almost ostentatious humanity – all struck a discordant note in the stiff, conventional world of the officers’ mess. Only after the doctor’s death in 1865 did the incredible truth come to light: Dr. James Barry was a woman.

Are you dying to break free from toxic relationships and rediscover yourself through resilience? Perhaps you are suffocating from endless emotional manipulation and feel trapped in a cycle of destructive interactions. Your feelings of worry and fear are valid, and you're not alone. If you are fed up with toxicity and aim to break this pattern, then you have found the key to unlocking the secrets of toxic dynamics and fostering self-healing.

We are new swingers merely documenting and discussing our swinger journey and talking about the experiences we're having and the lessons we're learning. Though we address most of the issues new swingers may encounter in the swinger lifestyle, we are not swinger lifestyle experts and are not responsible if what works for us may or may not work for you. We offer practical, relevant tips from our own experiences for curious (but perhaps nervous) beginner swingers so you can more comfortably explore the swinger lifestyle at your own pace, get your questions answered as best as possible, and ...

Award-winning Great Plains writer Marilyn Coffey recounts her family’s intricate dance with the Teamsters, beginning with her dad’s tiny trucking company spawned on a front porch in 1929, in a David-and-Goliath encounter that spanned decades. In 1956, Tom Coffey knuckled under Jimmy Hoffa’s six-month-long Teamsters strike. He sold his 27-year-old truckline, Coffey’s Transfer Company, rather than sign Hoffa’s contract.

Whether it happens in the midst of a special encounter, and FFM threesome, or a group experience; the fantasy remains one of the most popular sexy dreams we have. In this collection, twenty-five different scenarios are explored, and we can all identify with the heroines!

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Summer Bright is just a name on a tombstone. A whispered mystery on the long-forgotten Woodbury Lane. Her ghost teases me with fear and perfection. She knows I'm not strong enough to do what I should've done years ago. The Bullets are united once more, bonded by their demand for blood. There's a vulnerability in their friendship though. Gavriel craves control. Blaise fears losing me. Ryker fights his guilt. Callum's moral compass will get us killed. Chesterbrook may be where the old me died, but it's also where I learned that hell isn't a place.

One: We’re alive, for now. Two: Gavriel’s totally lost control. Three: Santobello is hunting us. Four: Someone will die.

I hated fire. I hated how the smoke wrapped around my naked body, stinging my skin with defiant embers. I hated the smell of burnt flesh, the ashes heavy on my tongue, my charred soul like splinters deep in my chest. She’s dead, Juliet. There’s nothing else you can do.