Artes Escénicas

Henry Lloyd, un hombre con un enigmático pasado, logra forjar a sangre y fuego una inmensa fortuna, a mediados del siglo XIX. Junto con su ejército de esclavos libertos y sus dos hijos mulatos, Lloyd invade tierras, saquea, asesina. Osado, sólo le teme a Jack Barley, su némesis, el único capaz de derrumbar su imperio.

James Clear nos brinda fantásticas ideas basadas en investigaciones científicas, que le permiten revelarnos cómo podemos transformar pequeños hábitos cotidianos para cambiar nuestra vida y mejorarla. Esta guía pone al descubierto las fuerzas ocultas que moldean nuestro comportamiento - desde nuestra mentalidad, pasando por el ambiente y hasta la genética - y nos demuestra cómo aplicar cada cambio a nuestra vida y a nuestro trabajo. Después de leer este libro, tendrás un método sencillo para desarrollar un sistema eficaz que te conducirá al éxito.

Una comedia romántica a fuego lento, enemies to lovers, protagonizada por una sanadora excepcional y un asesino encantador. Cuando Osric Mordaunt, miembro de la Orden Fyren de asesinos, resulta herido y comienza a perder su poder, se da cuenta de que necesita las habilidades de una sanadora en concreto. Y, como el destino tiene un oscuro sentido del humor, se trata de una integrante de la Orden Haelan, enemiga natural de los Fyren.

Dentro de las filas sangrientas de la mafia rusa ninguna ofensa queda sin cobrarse y todo se juega bajo una regla inquebrantable: NO TE ENAMORES DE LA PRESA. Ilenko Romanov, el implacable Boss, y Vladímir, su despiadado heredero, conocen bien el peligro que representa una James en su territorio, pero Emma no está dispuesta a morir y por su supervivencia deberá enfrentarse a uno de los hombres más peligrosos de la mafia: un ejecutor cuyos dedos manchados de sangre mueven los hilos del inframundo ruso con la frialdad de quien ha nacido para gobernar en las sombras.

Música, actualidad, estilo de vida y humor

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Ricardo Pérez y Slobotzky se ponen a cotorrear como siempre, pero ahora lo están grabando. Escúchalos todos los miércoles hablando de noticias extrañas, datos curiosos, anécdotas hilarantes y aliviana el ombligo de la semana. Nuevo episodio todos los miércoles y domingo

Ya sea que esta negatividad provenga de una relación pasada que terminó mal, un trauma infantil, un fracaso profesional o simple inseguridad, este libro te ayudará a reconocer cómo la negatividad consciente (y muchas veces inconsciente) afecta tu personalidad, tu perspectiva y tus decisiones.

Dilo, Adóptalo, Créelo es tu guía para dominar la comunicación con confianza y desarrollar inteligencia emocional, permitiéndote expresarte con valentía mientras mantienes calidez y conexión.

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La guerra interminable fue una de las primeras novelas de Joe Haldeman. Un fascinante clásico de ciencia ficción. Iniciada en 1997, la guerra con los taurinos dura desde hace siglos. Como pasan de un mundo a otro a velocidades superiores a la luz, las tropas de la guerra interminable envejecen solo unos pocos días, mientras que en la Tierra pasan los años y el planeta se vuelve cada vez más irreconocible. De ese modo, la lucha más cruel que tendrán que mantener estos soldados será su batalla personal contra el tiempo.

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Desbloquea los secretos de la mente femenina y domina el arte de la influencia, atracción y poder en las relaciones. ¿Alguna vez te has preguntado por qué algunos hombres atraen a las mujeres con facilidad, mientras que otros luchan por siquiera iniciar una conversación? ¿Sientes que siempre estás en el lado perdedor de la dinámica de las relaciones, sin entender completamente lo que las mujeres realmente quieren? ¿Estás cansado de ser manipulado, superado o sentirte impotente en las relaciones?

What are cash-strapped 40-somethings like Harry (played by Kris Marshall) supposed to do when they see their cash-rich, equity-released parents spending all their inheritance? It doesn’t help that Harry’s rich brother seems to upstage him at every turn as he tries to make ends meet and support his family. As their father's 65th birthday approaches, and the money starts disappearing, Harry decides to see if he can ‘help’ them to change course.

Okay, so I didn’t grow up thinking I’d spend a good chunk of my adult life naked in front of strangers. I wasn’t some free-spirited, boob-painted-in-a-parade kind of teenager. I was a Pacific Northwest girl with a tendency to wear fleece in July and an unhealthy fear of splinters in places where the sun don’t shine. And yet, here I am at thirty-eight, regularly airing out my hoo-ha on public beaches and writing a book about it. Life’s funny like that. My name’s Kristin, and I believe in three things: good coffee, decent SPF coverage, and the right to let your cheeks flap freely ...

I didn’t mean to become obsessed with naked people. It just sort of... happened. One minute I was a perfectly normal, panty-wearing woman doing my grocery shopping and wondering if I left the crockpot on, and the next I was googling “Can your neighbors see you naked through tinted windows” because Damian had insisted on air-drying after every single shower like he was a damn rotisserie chicken. It all started with Damian, of course. Beautiful, brown-eyed Damian with the body of a Greek god and the modesty of a sleepy toddler who lost his pajama bottoms. The first time I saw him naked,...

So here we are. You, me, and probably a little skepticism about why a grown woman would willingly spend her life nude outside of, like, showers and doctor visits. I get it. I used to be like you—modest, covered, and a firm believer that boobs were only supposed to see daylight once every two years during a bikini mishap. But then life took a turn. A weird, slippery, slightly jiggly turn. I didn’t wake up one morning and say, “You know what would make my life better? Not wearing pants ever again.” No, it started with a wine-fueled backyard dare, an overly confident Susan, and one ...

He is her matchmaker. She is his worst client. At 32, Diana is battle-worn from the modern dating trenches. Sarcasm is her armor. Signed up for a matchmaking service by her best friend, she braces for disappointment. But then she meets Nate—the charming matchmaker who believes she deserves more. Too bad he is completely off limits... or is he? This laugh-out-loud romcom is a standalone novella in The Matchmaker Files—a series of interconnected romances set inside a modern matchmaking agency. You’ll love it if you like: Cinnamon roll heroes Grumpy-meets-sunshine vibes (grumpy heroine) ...

Alright y’all, let me paint you a picture. It’s 7:42 p.m. on a Wednesday. I’m buck naked in my kitchen, holding a glass of cabernet like it's a weapon of self-love, stirring a pot of risotto with one hand and trying not to let my boob graze the hot pan because that is how nipples die. Tanya just texted me, “U up?” which means she’s either drunk or about to ask me if I still have that bottle of whipped cream vodka in my freezer from our “Bachelor Finale and Feelings” night. (Yes, I do. And no, I’m not proud of it.) Now listen, if you’ve never eaten a warm chocolate lava ...

So here's the thing. I didn’t grow up thinking, you know what would really make my life better? More nudity. I wasn’t some mystical forest child twirling through the grass with daisy chains on my nipples. I was a fully clothed, slightly neurotic, Target-bra-wearing woman with a Costco membership and a tendency to apologize when someone else bumps into me. The most skin I used to show was when I wore those tiny socks that don’t even cover your heel. And now here I am, writing a whole damn book about living naked. Life is weird. I’m Kristin. I’m 38. I’ve had 11 boyfriends, 2 ...

***Ain't no spice here. This is a kisses-only romcom*** I’m teamed up with a man I hate on a scoop that could be my Big Break. Years ago, Blake McGregor sabotaged my career, robbing me of the interview that would change my life. Absolute humiliation. Comically, on the long drive to our assignment, I eventually recognize my nemesis sitting beside me. But tragically, the penny drops only after I begin to catch feelings for my back-stabbing cameraman. I grit my teeth and focus on the brief: report the story about Boston Bullets’ bad boy for News Breaks International, then get back to base ...

Now listen, I wasn’t always the kind of person who thought nudity had spiritual properties. In fact, I used to clutch my towel tighter than a Southern grandma clutching her pearls during a thunderstorm. But one Tuesday morning, while holding a lukewarm cup of gas station coffee and watching a squirrel scratch its butt in a moment of pure, unselfconscious glory, I had a revelation. That squirrel didn’t care about judgment or cellulite or tax season. It just lived. Naked. And free. And probably itchy, but still, the point stands. I didn’t set out to become a naked runner. I wasn’t ...

So here’s the thing nobody tells you when you decide to take up naked yoga: the mats are cold, your boobs have opinions, and if you’re even slightly gassy, you're playing a high-stakes game of Russian roulette with every twist and fold. And yet, here I am, thirty-eight years old, moderately flexible, wildly underqualified, and completely nude, doing downward dog next to a man named Chip whose testicles appear to have seen some things. Enlightenment? Maybe. Hemorrhoids? Also maybe. I wasn’t always like this. I mean, I’ve always been a little bit unhinged, but nudity used to be ...

Now before you start picturing me as some sort of barefoot hippie dancing around a drum circle with crystals taped to my nipples, let me set the record straight. I am, in fact, a barefoot hippie dancing around a drum circle with crystals taped to my nipples, but that is beside the point. What we are talkin’ about here is the fine, sacred, slippery art of baring your buns to the sun without accidentally roasting ‘em like a pair of marshmallows over a campfire. See, the first time I ever decided to sunbathe nude, I did it with all the grace and forethought of a raccoon trying to do yoga ...

It's like a stand-up comedy special in written format. Part-humor, part-anecdote, part-observation, One Odd Cat: Strange Adventures in Strangeness is a trippy journey along the offbeat logic of a casual, lifelong philosopher. If you drew a Venn diagram with three circles, one for wit, one for wisdom, and one for weird, this book would be dead center... but somehow still off-kilter. One Odd Cat: Strange Adventures in Strangeness takes readers along for the ride through the eccentric observations of Larry Nocella. This collection of true bizarre adventures includes dozens of observations, ...

Okay, so first things first. If you’re reading this book with your pants still on, don’t worry. I’m not here to shame your jeans. This is a judgment-free, jiggle-friendly zone. That said, by Chapter 3, I hope those pants are on the floor and you're reading this in your full, glorious birthday suit with your partner right beside you—possibly also naked, possibly eating string cheese. We don't judge the journey, just the cheese choices. Now, let me introduce myself. I’m Kristin. I’m 38, full of opinions, occasionally full of tequila, and most recently, full of joy because I found ...

A book in which I lose my bikini bottom, find my true self, and accidentally traumatize a pizza delivery guy So here we are. You, probably clothed. Me, writing this from a lawn chair in my backyard with absolutely zero fabric between me and this sticky vinyl seat. Yes, it’s hot. Yes, my butt is lightly suctioned. And yes, I’m still going to sit here and tell you the gospel truth: being naked is the most freeing thing I’ve ever done in my life, next to breaking up with Chad the Tax Guy who thought wearing Crocs during sex was sexy. (It wasn’t.) Now, before you start imagining some ...

I didn’t mean to fart on anyone. That’s not how you want to start a story, or a spiritual journey, or a new friendship circle at a nudist wellness retreat, but here we are. Naked. Unfiltered. Slightly winded. And fully committed to radical honesty. This book is about farting. More specifically, nude farting. A topic no one talks about, but everyone experiences. Because once you take your clothes off, there’s no buffer. No jeans to muffle. No leggings to absorb the blast. Just you, your bare butt, and the raw acoustics of the world. The first time I nude-farted publicly, I was in the ...

Ophelia Peabody, a strict vegan, is shocked to inherit her late uncle’s meat production company. As she grapples with her new role, she faces an unexpected twist: a die-hard carnivore from her plant accidentally adopts a vegan diet. What follows is a comical yet heartfelt exploration of food, identity, and unexpected change. Together, they navigate awkward dinners, surprising flavors, and their clashing beliefs. Can they find common ground in a world divided by food choices? Join Ophelia and her unlikely ally on a journey that challenges everything they thought they knew about meat, ...

I didn’t set out to be naked. Not in life, not at that party, not in front of seventeen strangers and a suspiciously muscular cat named Pico. But here we are. Fully unclothed. Figuratively and very, very literally. Let me back up. It all started with a house party. Tanya, my best friend-slash-frenemy-slash-twin flame in chaos, had invited me to “a chill gathering of like-minded free spirits” which should have been my first red flag. If you ever hear Tanya say “chill,” what she actually means is: there will be nakedness, someone will vomit in a potted plant, and Susan will ...

Welcome to the warm, wild savanna—home to towering elephants, cheeky monkeys, and one remarkably determined dung beetle named Donald J. Dungbuster. With a heart as big as his favorite poop ball and a family that rolls right along beside him, Donald shows us that life, love, and legacy can all be built on even the messiest of foundations. From monsoon floods to beetle bake-offs, elephant encounters to poop-powered parades, this is a story of resilience, laughter, and one quirky beetle’s quest to feed his family, win big, and always roll with purpose. Perfect for young readers with ...

Look, I love America. I really do. I mean, what’s not to love? Freedom, fireworks, potato salad, and the God-given right to let your bits breathe in the open air if that’s what your heart desires. And baby, mine desires it a lot. There is nothing, and I repeat, nothing, more liberating than celebrating the birth of our nation with your butt cheeks flapping in the breeze like two proud bald eagles soaring in formation. I’ve been a nudist for years, and I’ve had a few very memorable 4th of Julys in that time. Some involved nudist colonies, some involved Janet from next door ...

Just as Maya thinks she can relax into recovery and a budding romance with a demon general, the afterlife throws her a curveball. The Grim Reaper who saved her wasn’t just locked away—he was erased from existence. What starts as a rescue mission quickly becomes a masterclass in magical bureaucracy, inter-realm politics, and one seriously unhinged plot twist. Join Maya as she blogs her way through enough supernatural shenanigans to short-circuit reality.

What happens when a clever, rule-bending, meatloaf-loving pup decides to keep a daily journal of his misadventures? You get Confessions of a Naughty Dog—a hilarious, heart-tugging, and occasionally slobber-covered memoir told entirely from the paws of Nugget, a stubborn pit bull with a nose for trouble and a heart of gold. From epic escapes under the fence to surprise garden stakeouts, Nugget’s “letters to Dogery” capture a year’s worth of laugh-out-loud antics, wild backyard operations, and a noble quest for snacks, justice, and maybe—just maybe—graduating obedience school. ...

Introduction: From the Desk of Mr. Dill Pickles (Your Resident Feline Genius) Congratulations, human. You've done something right once in your life! You're holding the definitive guide to life, courtesy of me, Mr. Dill Pickles. Yes, that Mr. Dill Pickles. Feline extraordinaire. Wisdom dispenser. Nap enthusiast. Tuna connoisseur. And now, apparently, author. You might be wondering, “What qualifies a cat to give life advice?” First of all, rude. Second, have you seen your species lately? You're overworked, under-rested, glued to glowing rectangles, and you willingly eat kale. Clearly, ...

Hi, I’m Kristin, and I’d like to personally welcome you to my life, which is about 72 percent nudity, 18 percent chaos, and the rest is mosquito bites in places I don’t want to talk about just yet. But don’t worry, we’ll get there. I always get there. Usually too fast and without pants. Now, before you start imagining me as some kind of oiled-up nudist goddess sashaying around like a sun-kissed Venus of the Suburbs, let me just say this: I once knocked over a bird feeder with my boob. On accident. During a windstorm. That I caused by tripping over a rake. Nude. So yeah, I’m just...

Hi, I’m Kate Baxter, and yes, this book is about farts, sharts, and poops. If you're clutching this book like you're hiding something shameful in a public restroom, relax. You’re among friends here. This isn’t some high-brow dissertation with diagrams of intestines drawn by a man who hasn’t smiled since 1983. This is the real deal. The messy, hilarious, deeply personal, sometimes horrifying reality of the human digestive aftermath. And let me tell you, it’s time we all started talking about it. I’ve pooped my pants. There, I said it. We’re starting strong. I’ve farted in ...

So, You Wanna Get Naked, Huh? Alright, alright, simmer down now, put your pants in a drawer and let’s talk about this. Welcome to Get Naked: Enough Said!—the only book that will make you laugh, cringe, and possibly chafe, all while exploring the weirdly wonderful world of being as God made you: butt-naked and possibly slightly sunburnt. Now before you start clutching your pearls or Googling “Is it illegal to read a nudist book in pants?” let me just say—I didn’t always live this way. Nope. I was once just like you. Wearing pants. Sweating in bras. Adjusting wedgies in public ...