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There are some forces you can’t outrun… Forensic psychologist Claire Markwood has experienced her share of disaster. But nothing could prepare her for her sister, Darcy, going missing. Claire rushes to the butterfly sanctuary where Darcy has been working, prepared to do what she does...

Return to the “steamy and dreamy” (Publishers Weekly) world of Christine Feehan’s #1 New York Times bestselling Carpathian novels as thundering passions signal a dark force on the horizon... Buried alive for hundreds of years in a volcano in South America, Dax worries that he has become...

I've been betrayed. I spent years hiding my magic from the world, but now I've got new powers I can't control. Everyone around me is at risk, and if my secret is revealed, I'll be hunted. But I don't have time to worry about the monster I might become. Someone has stolen a dangerous artifact that could turn my world upside down. It could get me and my friends killed and bring destruction down on my city.

Hunted across the True Sea, haunted by the lives she took on the Fold, Alina must try to make a life with Mal in an unfamiliar land, all while keeping her identity as the Sun Summoner a secret. But she can't outrun her past or her destiny for long. The Darkling has emerged from the Shadow Fold with a terrifying new power and a dangerous plan that will test the very boundaries of the natural world. With the help of a notorious privateer, Alina returns to the country she abandoned, determined to fight the forces gathering against Ravka. But as her power grows, Alina slips deeper into the Darkling's game of forbidden magic....

Castaway on a desert island, Vice has lost everything and everyone. If she's going to live—truly live—she must not only fight to survive but also battle her inner demons. Only then can she escape her island… and her past. Without the woman he loves, Knigh is unraveling like a frayed rope. Around him, the refugee fleet that fled the battle of Nassau is low on food, water, and options. As the Royal Navy closes in, they must keep one step ahead or all they sacrificed will be for nothing.

“An exceptionally engaging audiobook, delivered by a masterful narrator.” —AudioFile on A Simple Murder, an Earphones Award winner In this short mystery from bestselling author Linda Castillo, Chief of Police Kate Burkholder must race through a dangerous blizzard to save an elderly Amish...

From the creator of the award-winning podcast series The History of Rome and Revolutions comes the "remarkably engaging" (Washington Post) history of the bloody battles, political machinations, and human drama that set the stage for the fall of the Roman Republic. The Roman Republic was one of...

Tessalyn Ausra’s fate has always been out of her hands. Still bonded to the Heir of Endings, she now finds herself with more control than ever before. Everyone wants something from her, and she has to choose a side. But in a realm full of villains, she trusts no one, and she has secrets of her own to keep.

River Waterborn is the daughter of a Representative. She was born to immense privilege and is cursed with immeasurable power. For the past eight years, she's been trying to atone for the Incident. No matter how many lives she saves or patients she heals, she'll never truly be able to escape the weight of her magic. One night, she loses two patients, and her control breaks. She runs from the hospital to seek the help of the only man she trusts: Nikhail Galebringer.

Maverick Hale, the alpha of the Storm Moon Pack, has worked hard to put his past behind him. However, when a man is killed in their territory, his injuries bring back memories he'd rather forget. Especially when a witch arrives who was directly involved in his parents' death, challenging everything Maverick thought he knew. Maverick has to find his brother. With the killer still on the loose, the Storm Moon Pack must act quickly, or more will die.

I am not a chosen of the Gods, but a bloody tragedy of their choices. I have endured worse than the Darkhavens. Torture. Pain. Manipulation. There is nothing anyone can do to me that I have not already done to myself. Ruen's betrayal will not break me. Despite the punishment I receive, my goal remains the same: Find the target. Terminate them. Free myself from the Underworld Assassination Guild. It doesn't matter if I let a single night of weakness bind me to one of them. I can't let it matter. They're all guilty in my eyes.

When the fae King of Storms and Feathers purchases me, I vow to escape his palace of dust and gold, reclaim my memories, and return to the home that haunts my visions—a city of ruins in the decaying forests of the human realm. In the meantime, I’ll pretend to be what King Arrowyn wants—an obedient green-eyed bird, chained and powerless, his for the taunting and taking. But when I escape and fall into viler clutches, Arrow hunts me down, determined to retrieve his disobedient, most valued possession.

Brought to you by Penguin. Is this how democracy dies? The Coming Storm is Gabriel Gatehouse’s brilliant exploration of how conspiracy theories are tearing America apart. It’s a story that takes you down a rabbit hole - one that both the US as a nation and he as a journalist fell through -...

When a dead body is discovered stuffed inside a car trunk in the forest outside Rocky Points, Colorado, Chief Detective David Wolf finds himself involved in a case that will rock the local community. But as details emerge, the tension rises higher when it's clear the driver's last client was Tom Rachette, Wolf's loyal detective. Worse yet, Detective Rachette is no longer answering his phone. At the same time, Wolf gets a cryptic email that jars loose war memories he'd rather forget. And it soon becomes clear he must face his past head-on if he wants to save his friend.

As the January wind whips down the stairs to the train platform, Ellen Randall huddles into her coat, shivering. Suddenly, a flash of red catches her eye and she turns. It’s a scarf. Red and cream, in a large, checked pattern. And the person wearing it— No! It can’t be… Three weeks later. In the dimly lit depths of the abandoned station, an eerie silence hangs heavily in the stale air, wrapping around the young man like an invisible shroud. Every step he takes echoes through the tunnels. Cautiously, he ventures deeper into this forgotten place.

I’ve loved her from the first moment I saw her. And I’ve loved her every day since. Whether we’re together or we’re apart—that hasn’t changed. Which is saying a lot considering I don’t like most people. But life has thrown us a slew of curveballs and we went our separate ways. Life, family, jealousy—we let it all get in the way. I’m a dad now, and my little girl is my world. And after years apart, Presley is back in Cottonwood Cove. I don’t believe in fairytales or second chances. My heart belongs to my daughter now, and there is no room for complications.

I hate myself more than she could ever hate me. The day I betrayed the love of my life was the day I lived up to every messed-up thing my mother predicted. But I'm tired of being broken. I'm tired of life not being worth living. I never thought I'd get a chance to make amends, but here I am, ready to earn my woman's love back. My road to recovery is ugly, and my road to redemption will be hard, but there is no Storm without his Keira. It's time I prove that to her.

Die sehnsüchtig erwartete Fortsetzung von Fourth Wing und Iron Flame. Bist du bereit, der Dunkelheit zu trotzen? Nach fast achtzehn Monaten am Basgiath War College weiß Violet, dass die Zeit für theoretische Übungen vorbei ist. Die Zeit für Unsicherheit ist vorbei. Denn der Krieg hat begonnen und mit Feinden sowohl innerhalb als auch außerhalb der Mauern ist es schwer, zu wissen, wem man vertrauen kann. Violet muss jenseits des Schutzzaubers in unbekannten Ländern nach Verbündeten suchen.

Cast aside since birth and denied my true heritage, they know me as the bastard prince. For years I played their game, doing allI could to assist my half-brothers shuffle refugees from the castle, while keeping them and the dying Nobles safe in the old mine tunnels. The Prince of Rats, one girl called me.

The dog was standing by the tree, four paws firmly planted, his hackles up. His owner, who had run after him through the woods, stopped and gasped aloud in shock. In front of them, hanging from the ancient yew tree, was a body. Blood dripped down the victim’s pale skin, where strange symbols had been crudely carved. The eyes stared straight ahead. Empty. Unseeing.