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I first met Tristan Miles at a meeting where he was trying to take over my late husband’s company. He was powerful, arrogant, and infuriatingly gorgeous, and I hated him with every cell in my body. In the shock of the century, he called me three days later and asked me on a date. I would rather die than date a man like him - though I do have to admit it was good for the ego. Turning him down was the highlight of my year.

Claire est sur les nerfs. Ce satané Tristan Miles, arrogant à souhait, ne semble pas vouloir lâcher l’affaire. L’homme d’affaires est bien décidé à racheter son entreprise mais elle ne compte certainement pas le laisser faire ! Et pour cela, elle doit parvenir à se recentrer sur elle-même si elle veut trouver des solutions pour redresser la barre ! C’est décidé, elle part... loin de ses soucis, loin de Tristan Miles.

July 5, 2041 When small bits of matter—“seeds” let’s call them—begin falling from the sky like pollen, drifting on the breeze and eventually planting themselves in the soil, it marks the beginning of the end of human supremacy on Earth. As the seeds mutate and grow into something altogether new, financial markets plummet and society itself begins to unravel. What are these objects exactly? Eggs? Beachheads for an alien invasion? Or mere barnacles stuck to the hull of spaceship Earth that will eventually detach and float away on their own? No one knows for certain—but many ...

On Nami’s thirtieth birthday, she’s reminded at every turn that her life isn’t what she’d planned. She’s always excelled at everything—until now. Her fiancé blew up their engagement. Her pride and joy, the tech company she helped to found, is about to lose funding. And her sister, Sora, is getting married to the man of her dreams, Jack—and instead of being happy for her, as Nami knows she ought to be, she’s fighting off jealousy.

A strange vine is uncovered beneath the remains of a lost civilization. Before anyone can examine the alien plant, pink pollen erupts from its huge buds. Moments later, 99 percent of the archeological team freeze like statues, but only for a minute. They brutally attack anyone unaffected by the phenomenon, dragging victims away for what becomes a chilling evolutionary process beyond anyone’s worst nightmare. As this happens, the pollen drifts toward the wider world.