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Readers will flock to NYT bestselling author Donna Andrews' latest installment in the award-winning Meg Langslow series. Two of Meg’s cousins, members of Mother’s vast Hollingsworth clan, are getting married, and both have chosen Caerphilly for their Christmas destination wedding . . on the...

Unabridged CDs - 6 CDs, 8 hours An unexpected delight of a novel about letting go of youth and rejoicing in being the sassy curmudgeon you've become!...

Weit weg von Independence, im sonnigen Kalifornien, arbeitet Avery Wilkinson als Undercover-Agentin und Profilerin für das Drogendezernat. Das Auftauchen eines skrupellosen Serienmörders verhilft ihr unverhofft zu einem spannenden Auftrag: Sie soll für das FBI ein Täterprofil erstellen. Wenn da nur nicht ihr neuer Arbeitskollege wäre: Cole Carter. Ihre ehemalige Jugendliebe, die sie nie so richtig vergessen konnte. Cole Carter, Special Agent des FBI, verliebte sich vor über zehn Jahren Hals über Kopf in seine beste Freundin Avery Wilkinson.

Last week, high-powered coffee buyer Amy O'Hara was trekking through the Ethiopian cloud forest on the verge of a discovery that could save the coffee bean from extinction. This week, she's unexpectedly fired. Suddenly Amy's days are no longer filled with meetings and upscale tastings, but with put-together PTA moms, puke-ridden playdates, and dirty dishes.

Marie Sharp ist zurück! Sie ist mittlerweile fast 67 und hat vor etwa einem Jahr wieder angefangen, Tagebuch zu führen...

At 35, Gina Bourque is still playing the field. If he’s single, in his early 20s with dark hair and brooding eyes, there’s a damn good chance you’ll find him in her little black book. Jeffrey Ryan never imagined that at nearly 40 he’d find himself widowed and a single dad. But here he is - stumbling through this thing called life with two impressionable daughters watching his every move.

There are two kinds of women in the world - those I can bang, and those I can’t. My teammate’s sister? She’s a can’t. I moved in with her to protect her from a nasty ex, not to be the next guy in line. She’s the brains. I’m the brawn. She’s the fruit. I’m the sausage. She talks too much. I don’t talk at all, if I don’t have to. Should be easy to resist her.

Mit 65 darf man sich langweilen, ohne ein schlechtes Gewissen zu haben...