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I used to be a cop, and now I kill people for fun. Yeah, yeah I know. Never admit to your crimes. But you don't know who I am. To you, I'm just words in a blurb. Besides, I don't plan on living that long anyway. The system has failed us. There is no justice. So, before I go, I'll be the justice. You know. AKAB. All Killers Are Bastards, or however the fuck the saying goes.

Hai mai sentito di non riuscire a lasciare andare qualcuno, anche quando lo desideri? Ti ritrovi a ripetere le stesse storie più e più volte senza capirne il motivo? Questo libro rivela la struttura invisibile che collega la tua energia a persone, esperienze e memorie che rimangono attive nel tuo campo. Attraverso il concetto di cordoni energetici, scoprirai come questi legami si creano, come si mantengono e perché continuano a influenzare la tua vita. Dalle relazioni emotive e sessuali ai contratti karmici e ai carichi generazionali, imparerai a identificare i segnali, comprenderne ...

Avez-vous déjà ressenti que vous ne pouvez pas lâcher quelqu’un, même si vous le souhaitez? Répétez-vous les mêmes histoires encore et encore sans comprendre pourquoi? Ce livre révèle la structure invisible qui relie votre énergie à des personnes, des expériences et des mémoires qui restent actives dans votre champ. À travers le concept des cordons énergétiques, vous découvrirez comment ces liens se créent, comment ils se maintiennent et pourquoi ils continuent d’influencer votre vie. Des relations émotionnelles et sexuelles aux contrats karmiques et aux charges ...

¿Alguna vez has sentido que no puedes soltar a alguien, aunque quieras? ¿Qué repites las mismas historias una y otra vez sin entender por qué? Este libro revela la estructura invisible que conecta tu energía con personas, experiencias y memorias que siguen activas en tu campo. A través del concepto de cordones energéticos, descubrirás cómo estos vínculos se crean, cómo se sostienen y por qué siguen influyendo en tu vida. Desde relaciones emocionales y sexuales hasta contratos kármicos y cargas generacionales, aprenderás a identificar los síntomas, entender su origen y aplicar...

After the first taste of her Christmas cookies I wanted to shove the whole thing in my face. The whole plate of cookies, that is. Not...you know. Christmas is bad enough without one of The Great Christmas Bake-Off contestants all wrapped up in a bow under my tree. Er...I meant...Christmas is horrible, right? Holly. Christmas is like the perfect sugar cookie - it slowly melts in your mouth, sweetening every taste bud, making you wish it could last forever. I love Christmas! I love the cheerful music, the fun sweaters, and the holiday lights.

She's become my obsession. I hate her for it. I took her for another reason. But now? Now I don't think I'll let her go.

The Thanksgiving turkey is still warm, and I’m already up to my eyeballs in debt from my failed business. To make matters worse, my knight in flannel never appeared—you know, the guy, the one who was tall, dark, and plaid, who had a friendly yellow lab and a truck and sold firewood, the one who showed the big-city heroine the true meaning of love and Christmas. Yeah, he did not come rescue me.

Christmas is bad enough without all the music, frantic shopping sprees, and holiday parties. So many parties… with people you couldn’t stand in high school and definitely can’t stand now. Top of the list? Patty Harrison. She made my teen years miserable and, now that we’re adults, she’s trying to get me banned from the Christmas market. Even so, I’m not going to commit literal murder.

Chris Winchester is a billionaire with serious trust issues, and I am a photographer trying to survive in the world of high-end weddings. And the billionaire’s penthouse is about to be marriage and a murder if he doesn’t stop hitting his snooze button a thousand bazillion times in the morning, while I’m trying to work and get my life back on track.

Hire a hitman to take out my cheating ex? It was an eggnog-fueled mistake, I swear! On Christmas Eve, my perfect fiancé stands up at the altar to declare his pure undying love… for my evil stepsister. Cue public humiliation, a ruined wedding, and me crawling back to my small hometown to work minimum wage at my granny’s Christmas café. Just living the holiday dream. But I refuse to show up sad and alone to my cheating ex and man-stealing stepsister’s engagement party.

At the worst moment, our little toy tries to run from us. She dares to act like she isn’t ours. So, I hunt her down and force her to remember who she belongs to. But she puts up a fight and tries to get under my skin. No one has gotten under my skin except Cole, and she does it so easily. It makes me livid. Angry. Afraid.

My new billionaire boss looks like he needs something sweet in his life. I graciously offered to let him stick his hand in my candy jar. It has salt water taffy and gummy worms! I can't believe he thought it was inappropriate! In an effort to redeem myself, I set out to show Mace that I wasn't a clumsy, car-destroying, electronic-killing, accident-prone, walking disaster. That lasted all of five minutes before I set his seaweed and quinoa lunch on fire. Yeah, I didn't know that was a thing either. 

I should be hiding away with wine and snacks while waiting for Christmas to end. Instead, I’m wearing a reindeer mascot costume and pretending I’m oh-so-excited to meet New York City’s most eligible billionaire bachelor! Christmas is already a stressful time of the year without adding a billionaire to the mix. Between dodging bake-off sabotaging cousins, applying for a long-shot prestigious museum internship, and trying to survive being broke in Manhattan, I’m up to my black lipstick in my own special nightmare before Christmas.

Five years ago, I royally screwed up, lied, and broke the heart of the woman I love. A sane man would buy her a nice present and grovel. Guess I must be crazy. I love Meg more than anything. So why am I running against her for mayor of Harrogate?

I thought I had my life all planned out—great career, swanky condo, wonderful fiancé.... A fiancé who did not show up to our wedding. A bride’s worst nightmare came true, live in front of all my family and friends. And his family and friends. Ryan James was the cake topper on top of this wedding cake of humiliation. All I wanted was to clear everyone out of the venue, throw the hors d'oeuvres in the trash, then light the wedding cake on fire. But Ryan insisted on still holding cocktail hour. And the elaborate five-course meal I had planned. And dancing.

I kept smiling when I caught my fiancé coming down my sister’s chimney on Christmas Eve. I gave polite congratulations when they got engaged. And I even offered to help decorate for their Christmas wedding despite the fact that was supposed to be my dream wedding. But when my sister cuts up my great-grandmother’s one-hundred-year-old wedding dress and turns it into a skank show, even though that was the dress I was going to wear on my wedding day? Well, this elf is torching down the North Pole.

The Maxine Hotel was supposed to be mine. I invested my meager savings into the upkeep. I slept in a freezing-cold attic like Cinderella, but with way more wine. Then Mike Svensson swaggers in with his billions and his bad attitude, steals the hotel from me, and starts bossing me around like he owns the place. My boss is going down. But he’s harder to get rid of than I thought. Snack-addicted raccoons, angry squatters, and ghosts - nothing seems to faze him. It’s time to bring out the big guns - I have two of them strapped to my chest!

Protecting her identity means life or death in this immersive epic fantasy inspired by the Mughal Empire. In a different life, under a different name, Razia Khan was raised to be the Crown Prince of Nizam, the most powerful kingdom in Daryastan. Born with the soul of a woman, she ran away at a...

Chase Hardy satisface su deseo de forma compulsiva y sin reparar en las consecuencias. Le resulta muy difícil controlarse y ese trastorno interfiere en su vida cotidiana y en sus planes cuidadosamente armados. Afecta a todos los ámbitos de su vida y a las relaciones con su familia y amigos. No obstante, su actividad profesional sufre una giro inesperado y se ve obligado a dejar en segundo plano las relaciones sexuales, aunque necesita ayuda para apaciguar su deseo insaciable. Y para afrontar su adicción, acude a sesiones de terapia como última alternativa. Pero el destino tiene otros ...

Beck Svensson fired me right before rent was due and in the middle of a rainstorm. That’s why he’s at the top of my hate list, along with pickles, people who steal other people’s lunches out of the office fridge, and trying to fold a fitted sheet. But you know what? It’s fine - totally fine. It’s freedom! I could do anything! I could start a bakery or farm the mushrooms growing in my soggy apartment carpet. Or I could just show up at the temp office at hate o’clock in the morning for a new assistant job.