Showing results for "The Off Season" in Literature & Fiction

September. A beautiful New York editor retreats to a lonely cabin on a hill in the quiet Maine beach town of Dead River - off season - awaiting her sister and friends. Nearby, a savage human family with a taste for flesh lurks in the darkening woods, watching, waiting for the moon to rise and night to fall.

Cady Dunne decided to roll the dice when she jumped into bed with sexy, professional hockey player Zane Kavanaugh. It was supposed to be a one-night stand and then it was supposed to be over. After returning home to Dublin, Cady in a million years never imagined Zane would reach out to her. It was beyond comprehension to Zane that he would actually develop a close relationship with the Irish beauty forged over countless emails, texts, and phone calls.

"Lee Tobin McClain's books make my heart sing."—Debbie Macomber, #1 New York Time bestselling author "Lee Tobin McClain dazzles with unforgettable characters, fabulous small-town settings and a big dose of heart."—Susan Mallery, #1 New York Times bestselling author Friendship, healing and...

"Lee Tobin McClain dazzles with unforgettable characters, fabulous small-town settings and a big dose of heart." —Susan Mallery, New York Times bestselling author Safe harbor and new beginnings await on the Chesapeake Bay… Pleasant Shores cop Evan Stone has worked hard to become a man of his...

"Lee Tobin McClain's books make my heart sing."—Debbie Macomber, #1 New York Times bestselling author On the Chesapeake Bay, you don’t need mistletoe for the perfect Christmas kiss… Not many women still have “first kiss” on their Christmas list, but somehow Kayla Harris is permanently...

Gare de triage de Tomteboda, au nord de la capitale. Deux chocs attendent le conducteur d'un train de marchandises en provenance du comté de Norrbotn ce matin : le premier lorsqu'il découvre un cadavre dans le wagon de queue, le deuxième lorsque le cadavre agrippe sa main et saute du train. La jeune fille pâle et maigrichonne qui s'enfuit à une vitesse surnaturelle lui rappelle la vittra, cette créature mythologique de la forêt qui hantait ses cauchemars lorsqu'il était enfant.

Connor is smug, grew up destined for his hockey career, and he's irritatingly good-looking. He wouldn't give me the time of day, and made it clear he would never be friends with me. Except for that one time. Years later, one hazy night, and now he's apparently my husband according to the paper next to his bed in a Vegas hotel room. You would think we would have it annulled, but he needs to clean up his image, and I'm a sucker for his occasional glances.

In which our intrepid correspondent reflects on the true meaning of the Christmas Season, which apparently is to grab as much as you can as fast as possible and damn everybody else.