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"Nils is on his way up to Rovaniemi. It's time for an intense period of work before Christmas, when all the Christmas presents have to be distributed. He is sitting in his train compartment, feeling like he could fall asleep at any moment. Suddenly Mr S appears. Mr S is like a god to Nils, to everyone up there at the North Pole. Mr S takes off his red coat, takes off everything, exposes his whole magnificent body and asks Nils to do the same. Because, as Mr S says: "What happens in the compartment, stays in the compartment".

All the students have left the corridor and gone home to their families. All except Sandra and Anton. They decide to celebrate Christmas together in the corridor's shared kitchen, but immediately notice that the hot atmosphere that usually exists between them is twice as intense when they are alone. Amanda Backman is a Swedish author who has initially published poetry. She was born in 1993 and grew up in Skåne. In addition to writing, she also works as a freelance editor in the book industry.

Olof is about to celebrate Christmas in his hometown and the anxiety is real. His old friend Tess has asked him to go to the homecoming party in town and Olof is terrified of bumping into his teenage crush, Zebastian. He takes too many shots to avoid everything, but of course he doesn't succeed and soon has to confront his old feelings... I'm Coming Home for Christmas is a Christmas romance about daring to face your old demons and about years of longing finally finding an outlet.

Gabriel is at home with his family for Christmas. As the snow falls outside the window, he and cousins Fabian and Rebecca are in charge of baking all the Christmas goodies. But Gabriel can't concentrate on anything but Rebecca. She's so incredibly sexy that Gabriel doesn't know what to make of her. But once Christmas Eve arrives, it turns out Rebecca has a surprise planned. Vanessa Salt is a pseudonym. Vanessa finds inspiration for the stories on her many travels, where hot exotic places nourish her erotic fantasies.

""His gaze alternated between looking into her eyes, looking at the gap formed at the knot of the towel and at the hand hidden under the terry towel." Hannah, a successful businesswoman, has left Stockholm and gone to her family home in Ångermanland to escape, not least from all the superficial relationships. She often fond of tall, dark-haired businessmen, but her neighbour, concert pianist Evald, is known for his lavish sex life, and quickly catches her interest. Hannah's cousin Molly lives nearby with her partner Jonah, who researches sexual behaviour.

"For sin is real. Sin is corruptible. Sin is fleeting. Sin is permanent. Sin is everything." Regina is tormented by remorse as she lusts after Ethan, her best friend's husband. In the midst of the Christmas celebrations, she suddenly finds herself in a situation where her longing can find an outlet. One thing is certain, and that is that guilt is bondage, but despair not; He comes with pleasure to set free the sinners who need Him most... "Midwinter Sin" tells of allowing oneself to fall and of making sin a human right.

When the research vessel Idun arrives in Smögens harbour one early winter morning, the head of research, Kaj Malmberg, is found murdered in his cabin. For the university's rector, Regina Löfdahl, the tragedy is along leaving her short, as Kaj Malmberg is to present the research elite's top prize in marine research at Smögens Havsbad that same evening. Dennis Wilhelmson and Sandra Haraldsson are drawn into a murder investigation that puts both their cooperation and important relationships across national borders at risk.

Jag lade mig bekvämt på rygg och kände fyra händer dansa över min nakna kropp. Både min man och hans vän hade lagt sig bredvid mig... men efter en stund kunde jag knappt tro mina ögon! Morten böjde sig över mig så att Håvard, min man, kunde tränga in i Morten. Jag var nästan tvungen att nypa mig i armen! Det är det mest upphetsande jag någonsin sett. 

Grevinnan Gamianis salonger låg och badade i en flod av ljus. Viskningarna och kadriljerna fortsatte livligt till orkesterns musik. Kläderna var underbara. Det glittrade om juvelerna. Vissa ansåg att hon var en kvinna utan hjärta, utan temperament. Andra antog att hon var en själ som hade varit djupt sårad och därför gick in för att undvika obarmhärtiga besvikelser i framtiden. Någon viskade att hon var lesbisk... Jag försökte förgäves lägga dessa tankar åt sidan, men de väckte min fantasi om utsvävande, förbjuden lek.