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Crushing it online…crashing in real life 📱💗📱💗📱💗 'What a treat!' DAWN FRENCH The brand-new heartwarming and escapist rom-com from Rosie Nixon. Perfect for fans of Sophie Kinsella and Alexandra Potter! Following an eventful stint styling Manhattan’s elite, Amber Green is back...

Jordan Barnett is dead, killed as much by the rejection of his first love at his moment of greatest need as by his ultraconservative parents’ effort to deprogram the gay away. In his place is Silver, a streetwise survivor who’s spent the last three years becoming untouchable...except to those willing to pay for the privilege. He’s determined not to let betrayal find him again, and that means never forging bonds that can be broken.

Annie Maxwell had her whole life figured out...until her fiance left her when his career took off. If that wasn't bad enough, every society blog posted pictures of him escorting a woman wearing her engagement ring. To help the women of New York avoid guys like her ex, Annie created the Bad Bachelors app. But try as she might, Annie just can't forget him....

Ein luxuriöses Schiff auf hoher See. Die bekanntesten Influencerinnen der Welt. Ein gefährliches Spiel um Wahrheit und Lüge. Am liebsten hätte Tara einen großen Bogen um die Jungfernfahrt der SIREN gemacht. Schließlich reisen zahlreiche Influencer*innen mit, die das Kreuzfahrtschiff in Szene setzen sollen. Ihrer Freundin Lola zuliebe beschließt Tara, dennoch mitzufahren und sich darauf zu freuen. Das wäre allerdings leichter ohne Jonah und Lucas, die Tara vor Rätsel stellen und gleichzeitig ihr Herz höherschlagen lassen.

On the surface, I've got it all. I'm the starting goalie and captain of the Colorado Bulldogs hockey team. I've got more money than I know what to do with. I can count an entire team of elite athletes as my friends. And according to the pundits, I'm an eligible bachelor. That's the image everyone sees, but it's just a role I play, a part dictated by my career. So, those questions I have about why I don't crave sexual contact the way my teammates do, questions I'm afraid to ask with the world watching… I decided a long time ago it didn't make sense to look for answers until after I retired.

I don't know who I am. I don't even remember what my name is. I was lost, confused, and broken the day I met them. My Angels. To the world, they're nothing but leather-wearing, foul-mouthed bikers, but to me, they are my saviors. The light at the end of a very dark tunnel. However, as my memory starts to come back to me in pieces, I fear the darkness ahead. Maybe the reason why I can't recollect anything is because I don't want to. Life is sweet in heaven. But hell doesn't want to let me go.

College. It was supposed to be my new start. I made a promise to my father I would be a good girl from now on - focus solely on the game and play nice for once. Aside from him, basketball is my only love, therefore sacrifices must be made all in the name of the game.

My name is Freya Wilson. I am not your typical girl next door. I'm far from it. As my mother likes to point out since I graduated high school, I should be planning my life instead of wallowing around the house in my pajamas all day. Girls my age are either preparing for college or taking advantage of the warm summer days that California provides in spades. She doesn't understand why I prefer to be stuck in my room, watching the world pass by. But there is a reason to my melancholy that she will never know. I'm in mourning. I morn a love I can never have.