Two little girls stand with their heads bowed in my living room. I’m told they’re my granddaughters. Daisy is nine, and Alice seven. Daisy is the spitting image of her mother. This is the first time I’ve met them since my daughter and I fell out after she married that waste of space, Vince. They’ve come to live with me because their mother — my daughter — was murdered. In her own home while they slept close by. I think Vince killed her. But the police can’t prove it. I’ve always known he was no good. He treated my daughter like dirt. I said he’d cheat on her — but she wouldn’t listen.

Who is Audrey Hoedemaker? It's a question her sister Maureen has heard more times than she can count, and she doesn't know what the short answer would be. Little sister, troubled teen, backpacker, musical theatre coach, con artist, childcare worker. Murderer. A tragic, traumatic childhood casts a long shadow on the Hoedemaker sisters. Maureen has worked hard to move beyond the violence of the past and build a good, honest life for herself. Audrey, however, just can't seem to do the same, careening from one state of chaos to another.

Lucas knows the perfect night entails just three things: video games, wine, and pad thai. Peanuts are a must! Other people? Not so much. Why complicate things when he’s happy alone? Then one day the apartment board, a vexing trio of authority, rings his doorbell. And Lucas’s solitude takes a startling hike. They demand to see his frying pan. Someone left one next to the recycling room overnight, and instead of removing the errant object, as Lucas suggests, they insist on finding the guilty party. But their plan backfires. Colossally.

It’s 1984, and life has changed beyond recognition. Airstrip One, formerly known as Great Britain, is a place where Big Brother is always watching, and nobody can hide. Except, perhaps, for Winston Smith. Whilst working at the Ministry of Truth, rewriting history, he secretly dreams of freedom. And in a world where love and sex are forbidden, where it’s hard to distinguish between friend and foe, he meets Julia and O’Brien and vows to rebel.

The 13 chapters of The Art of War, each devoted to one aspect of warfare, were compiled by the high-ranking Chinese military general, strategist, and philosopher Sun-Tzu. In spite of its battlefield specificity, The Art of War has found new life in the modern age, with leaders in fields as wide and far-reaching as world politics, human psychology, and corporate strategy finding valuable insight in its timeworn words.

This Christmas, I had one plan: escape the city and find solace in a secluded mountain cabin. No deadlines, no distractions—just me and the quiet peace of falling snow. But a booking mix-up and an unexpected cowboy have turned my holiday retreat upside down. Jase Lawrence is everything I didn't anticipate—ruggedly handsome, infuriatingly stoic, and the sole owner of the ranch I thought I'd have to myself. With a blizzard rolling in, we're snowed in together, and my hopes for solitude are replaced by shared fireside glances and the warmth of his easy smile. He's as untamed as the ...

Imani: Running a Brooklyn dance studio wasn't my fairy tale dream, but it was my reality—until Griffin Ahearn strutted in with a proposition that could save everything I'd built. Fake date Manhattan's most eligible CEO for three months? Sure, what could go wrong? Except his designer suits hide a man who actually cares about art and community, and his kisses... they stopped feeling fake real fast. But when corporate raiders target my studio and Griffin's own family tries to destroy him, our "arrangement" becomes a battlefield. Now I have to decide: keep pretending, or risk everything for a...

I gave my V-card to my best friend's brother. Five years later, he’s back—billionaire, ex-Navy SEAL, and totally clueless that he’s the father of my little girl. Jackson Donovan wasn’t just a fling. He was my first love—a cocky, irresistible person who made me laugh until I fell for him, hard. Then he broke my heart when he left to chase danger across the world. Now he’s back, a billionaire businessman with a body built for sin and a scowl that makes my knees weak. I swore I’d never let him near me again, but from the moment we locked eyes, we couldn't keep our hands off each ...

My childhood sweetheart is now my sworn enemy. I either resist the billionaire next door… or surrender everything. I should hate Theo Roberts. But his smoldering eyes make me melt. His touch sets my body on fire. Those hands… No! Focus, Mia. I inherited my grandmother’s beach house, and I’m not selling. Theo may have built an empire next door, but this place is my heart. And the cocky billionaire isn’t playing fair. We clash, we fight—every argument ending with me pinned against the wall, craving more. He’s ruthless, relentless, and utterly irresistible. I should walk away. ...

I was just minding my own business, running for my life—never expecting to end up trapped in the middle of nowhere with a grumpy, billionaire ex-Marine. You know the saying—out of the frying pan and into the fire? That’s my life right now, in a nutshell. I escaped my wedding, only to get stranded in a blizzard. Just my luck. I am rescued by a gruff, ex-marine- Ryan. Except, I’m not sure I am any better off. He’s brooding, emotionally distant, and it’s painfully obvious he doesn’t want me around. But with the storm raging, we’re trapped together. Ryan’s built walls around ...

My crush has come home just in time for Christmas, but wanting him could mean breaking my big brother’s heart. Asher Mitchell is still the Scrooge I remember from when I was a kid. I decide to get my own back for all the teasing, but my pranks lead us to forbidden places. When we kiss, I know it’s wrong. When he calls me Snowflake and his icy exterior begins to melt, I want more. Our secret could ruin everything. It should be a relief when our company gives us anonymous cellphones for the Secret Santa scheme, a break from my brother’s best friend’s obsessive attention. As we text, ...

Mabel "Maybe" Willis died a virgin at the very young age of 24. She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime. Cause of death: a text message. Okay. So, I didn't die. But I may as well have. One minute, I'm a woman trying to find her way in the world, and the next, I'm the sender of six of the most embarrassing text messages that have ever been sent in the history of time - or the cell phone. Whatever.

It started as a normal birthday celebration. Was there wine? Of course. Did I let loose with my best friends? Absolutely. Did I have one glass too many and follow a tattooed bad boy into a bar? Cue mortification. I don't do reckless, or wild nights of hot sex. Correction: I didn't used to. I also didn't plan to drunk-email my boss and quit my soul-sucking job, leaving me in a financial mess. But I'm churning those lemons into lemonade! I'm chasing my dream job at San Francisco's hottest restaurant. Guess who shows up as my competition? None other than my tattooed bad decision.

Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. I wear vengeance like a suit of armor. I’ve got a list with six names on it. Six people who wronged me, who hurt me, who took everything from me. Six people who turned me into the monster I am now. And I’ve crossed off every name but one.

I ran from home to escape heartbreak, only to deliver myself into the hands of a wolf. Henry Wolf, that is. Heir to a luxury hotel chain, infamous playboy, arrogant bastard...and my new boss. Why he wants me, Abbi Mitchell - a girl who lacks experience on every front that would matter to him - as his personal assistant, I cannot fathom, especially when I keep messing up in the most spectacular way. Did I already mention he's a bastard? A beautiful, moody one, who's quick to demand, slow to apologize. And toying with me every chance he gets.