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This is not a fish out of water, enemies to lovers romantasy. This is me—a barely functional adult—attempting to live my best life, which consists solely of reading books, eating cheese, and falling asleep on the couch. It does not include making friends with werewolf chihuahuas, meeting a moth faerie prince, or defeating a boogeyman.

When my chihuahua turns into my celebrity crush, it's like a fanfiction come to life. Not my fanfiction, mind you. I could never write the Doliver Talon eating dog food, submitting himself to tiny costumes, or gnawing on chicken feet under my bed without his millions of fangirls going feral. To put it plainly, self-preservation forbids me from upsetting the twelve-year-old masses…

He's the current bane of my existence… and the hot monster haunting my dreams. Maybe if he weren't also the single father of one of my students, I'd be okay with the evening jaunts into the skankier parts of my subconscious, even though nothing ever goes anywhere. I mean, a private elementary school teacher has to relieve stress somehow, right?

All I've ever wanted is to live in a fantasy world, and, yes, I am willing to sell my soul to a moth faerie prince to make that happen. Which is perfect because after I've accidentally, maybe, kinda, sorta hit one with my car, that's exactly what he asks for. My soul. And a kiss. But we won't talk about that. Because he told me not to. And I'm very good at keeping secrets. (Especially the one about how he flew into my headlights. I didn't immediately blurt that to his chihuahua shifter and vampire cat friends at all.)

When she’s ghosted by yet another Tinder match, Leighton swears off dating for life. Who needs apps and blind dates when she has the perfect-in-every-way (apart from being fictional) heroes of her beloved romance novels? That night Leigh finds a second-hand book on her TBR pile, which transports her to the small-town of Lakeville Hills, where the heroines wear shorty-shorts and the men drink bourbon. And as Leigh drifts off to sleep, she dreams of billionaire cowboy Killian St Clair, who could win a gold medal for smouldering and bicep flexing.

It always started like this, a pulse inside me, like a warning before the tide surged, roared... and froze everything. Twenty-year old Emma just landed in Rome, to find the father who walked out of her life more than a decade ago and was too busy eating pizza to call. Traveling with her is a secret she's carried alone since childhood: sometimes, around her, time stops. People and cars freeze, rain hangs still in the air and there's only her left in the silence. To make things worse, instead of her dad, Em runs into a past she'd rather forget in the person of Lily, her stepsister.

Le figlie degli elementi: quattro amiche con abilità soprannaturali. Il secondo volume della premiata serie urban fantasy canadese, finalmente in italiano! Può essere letto indipendentemente dal volume 1. Tutta sola, l'avventurosa Saxony vola a Venezia per trascorrere l’estate occupandosi del piccolo Isaia come ragazza alla pari. Tuttavia, la famiglia ospitante non l’ha avvertita che il bambino soffre di una malattia misteriosa: nelle situazioni di stress, la fronte di Isaia diventa calda come una brace e nei suoi occhi compare un bagliore inquietante.

Jeder träumt von einem Wunder, aber nicht jeder ist bereit dafür. Wem nur noch ein Wunder helfen kann, der findet stets seinen Weg in die Wüste Colorados und zur außergewöhnlichen Familie Soria. Doch die Wunder der Sorias sind unberechenbar und wer sie aus eigener Kraft nicht vollenden kann, zahlt einen hohen Preis. Auch Daniel Soria bewirkt diese Wunder mit der Ernsthaftigkeit und Hingabe, die es braucht. Doch dann bricht er die wichtigste Regel seiner Familie: Er mischt sich in ein Wunder ein. Dadurch entfesselt er eine Magie, die seinen Tod bedeuten könnte.

Eterogenea e varia, La Compagnia di Moony, che firma questa prima antologia di racconti, fissa momenti di vita per accompagnare i giovani adulti alla lettura. "I Racconti della Sesta Luna" spaziano dal fantasy al sentimentale, dall'horror all'introspettivo con un unico comun denominatore, la fantasia sfrenata. Che è poi il marchio di fabbrica di Moony Witcher, loro maestra di storie e di scrittura. Singolare che la Compagnia sia composta da undici donne e un solo ragazzo.