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Ten years ago I left my marriage and the love of my life. On paper my husband checked the boxes. 1. Devastatingly handsome. 2. Wild and carefree. 3. And a skilled lover . . . if you know what I mean. But Corjan Powell was a bad husband. We were too young to be saddled with a lifetime of resentment and regret. After a year of confrontations and no change, I didn't even give him the chance to refuse divorce papers. One disastrous fight too far, I wrote him a note and I left. "But Bree, what happened over those ten years?" you ask. Resentment. And regrets. 

When Faith Williams almost loses her life during a robbery, Death is there. While he spares her soul, he makes a promise to return when she's eighteen and collect it. Now, it's the eve of that special birthday, and Faith has no recollection of that fateful day. But echoes of Death appear in her art—his intense eyes, his intriguing demeanor—and she can't get him out of her head. When he arrives in person, Faith is drawn into an epic supernatural battle where her very existence is questioned at every turn.

Fresh out of a failed marriage, Grace doubts she'll ever trust again. But Sabre is determined to claim her—along with her unborn baby—as his own.

Joshua Hicks is a hockey superstar who hired me for one thing: to help him with three kids that landed on his doorstep. Day one, he's shirtless and working on his car. It takes everything in me to look away, but he soaks me up like the sun itself. When he finds out I've never been kissed, he offers me a proposition. I live with him as his nanny for the summer; he'll teach me all about dating. His lessons leave me breathless… a touch here… a kiss there. It doesn't mean anything, right?

Since my divorce, women have served a solitary purpose for me. The last thing I needed in my life was the headache of a relationship. I had no time or energy for anyone other than my son and my club. But when a chance encounter with my son's teacher turned into something I didn't expect, I tossed aside all my reservations and took a chance. I should've kept my distance. I should've listened when she told me she had doubts about us, suspicions which she was yet to find out were justified, and let her walk away.

One night was all it took to seal our fate. Too bad it took another six weeks of battling my demons and denying the attraction between us to see exactly what she was. My future. I tried to keep my distance, however, living in a small town didn't help my plight. She was everywhere, throwing sass in my direction like it was her job. It pissed me off, yet turned me on at the same time. Then she uttered two words which altered the course of our lives forever. "I'm pregnant."

The conclusion of The Marriage Auction 2. There are so many plot twists your head will be spinning, your heart weeping, and by the end of it all…your soul will be sighing.

The Marriage Auction 2 continues in this filthy, gritty, angsty soap opera. No way we’re going to spoil anything!

This is the filthy, gritty, angsty soap opera you never knew you needed. Welcome to The Marriage Auction.

Three women and one man put themselves up for auction in a high-stakes game of marriage, money, and mayhem. The spice is high, the characters intense, and the plot will keep you guessing until the bitter end. This is the filthy, gritty, angsty soap opera you never knew you needed. Welcome to The Marriage Auction.

Astrid Anderson Bouchard, a creative free spirit, has one last item on her birthday bucket list before she starts graduate school. She’s determined to hookup with Jesse Lambert and get over her long-standing crush once and for all. No more fantasizing about the guy who saved her very clumsy teen self from public humiliation at hockey camp. No more comparing him to every man she dates. One and done, and she can move on with her life.

Was duftet, strahlt und neigt sich dort so sachte? Blumen haben unzählige Gesichter, Farben, Formen und Gerüche. Doch eines haben sie alle gemein: Sie erfüllen Herz und Seele mit Freude. Manchen sind sie ein Symbol der Lebendigkeit, anderen gar Beweis von Göttlichkeit. Seit Jahrhunderten werden sie besungen, verschenkt und ranken sich um zahlreiche Geschichten und Riten - schmücken Hochzeitsaltare ebenso wie Geburtstagstische. So unterschiedlich die Blumen und ihre Bedeutungen sind, so vielfältig sind die Gedichte, die sie besingen.

Eine einzigartige Sammlung an Gedichten aus fünf Jahrhunderten, in denen der Mond als heimlicher Star, einsamer Held, als Tröster oder auch stiller Beobachter auftritt. In dieser abwechslungsreichen Zusammenstellung werden romantische, fantastische, klassische und popkulturelle Verse gelungen kuratiert und durch unverwechselbare Stimmen zum Leben erweckt. So gelingt ein magisches Stelldichein mit dem Mond als Reiseführer durch den lyrischen Kosmos. Die Gedichte lösen in jedem Faszination und Liebe zum Mond aus.

One year to accomplish a dream. One year to leave my mark in the world. One year to live my life pretending that I'm not irrecoverably and completely in love with a man I can never have. I wish he would go away. I wish he would stop looking at me like I'm his everything. I wish . . . I had more than a year.

What do men want more than anything? Money and women. As the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the city, I am one lucky man. Everyone wants a taste of what I've got to offer—and it's massive. Girls fight over me in droves. In my fantasy, of course. I had to make some sacrifices to get to the top. To protect myself and the company, I always have to hide my dirty little secret… I'm a panty sniffer. What? A man has needs. Mine are just a bit more… outrageous. Instead of dating, I hoard panties.

A dog named Slipper almost ruined my life. The uncatchable stray snuck on the patio where I was waitressing and knocked me straight into Lee Powell's lap. My fist slammed into his junk. Then I accidentally flipped his breakfast platter onto his pants. I thought it couldn't get any worse, but when I bring my brother to baseball practice, I discover his new coach is none other than Lee, owner and founder of Powell Dog Sanctuary, and he's not happy to see me.

They say nothing compares to the first kiss. That sentence needs to be amended. Nothing compares to the first kiss from Oliver Best. I knew at the moment our lips touched that the cocky rockstar would be forever imprinted in my mind. I also knew that loving him would be my destruction. And yet, love him I did.

Grayson Kane liked to pretend I was just his wife's daughter, that whatever tension crackled between us wasn't a two-way street. Until I sent the "accidental" nude, that is. Then it became abundantly clear that he should leave the acting to my mother. He could deny it for eternity, but he wanted me, too, and no amount of distance or superimposed rules were going to keep me from doing what I do best—pushing limits for sport. Unfortunately for him, Grayson was nothing but limits. Calm, controlled, coiled so tight it was practically an invitation. Behave, Lyric. Or else.

A new dating app claims to have found my perfect weekend hookup. We can't send pictures of our faces; anything else is open game. So when I finally meet the dirty-talking stranger of my dreams… I nearly faint when I see it's my brother's supposed saint of a teammate. Michael Ferguson—the son of Houston's most renowned pastor. His family represents everything good, innocent, and wholesome. With the exception of his brother, who I used to date. On paper, we couldn't be more different. But with the mouth on this man and the way his muscles harden at my touch… Nothing stays off-limits.

I'm a lone wolf, I fly solo, and I'm not looking to find a woman to settle down with. The sum total of what I still want from this world is peace and silence, and being alone with my thoughts. That all held true until Anne came into my life. From the moment I saw her slumped over the wheel of her crashed car on the side of the road, I knew I wanted to know all there is to know about her.