La suite de «La reine Margot» et de «La dame de Monsoreau». Située entre le le 26 octobre 1585 et le 10 juin 1586, l'intrigue met en scène cette garde gasconne d'Henri III. Et nous retrouvons Chicot...

Thrust into the role of laird upon his father's unexpected death, Connor MacLaurey returns home to learn his cousin has usurped his lands and title. Furthermore, his betrothed--a lass he barely knows and certainly did not agree to marry--is hunted by the sheriff, accused of stealing cattle. His plan is to petition the king for clemency for the foolish chit, break the betrothal, and take his castle back from his treacherous cousin. Marriage is not in his plans.Brianna Douglas has no use for men. Widowed young, berated daily for failing to give her husband a child, and sent home in subsequent disgrace, she devotes her life to holding her family's land for her young brother as their sotted father drowns his sorrow in whisky over their mother's death. Raiders have hit her clan hard, and to save them, she finds herself betrothed to Laird MacLaurey's absent son to seal a pact of protection with the MacLaurey clan. Forced into a marriage neither wants, it will take a king's edict and sacrifice from both to discover what love means. But can they accept their losses and learn from their mistakes before Brianna marries another?

Breeze and Holly retreat to the far reaches of the Bahamas to ponder the mysteries of love and find meaning in their lives. There are differences to reconcile, but in many ways they are very much alike. Has Breeze met his match?

La memoria colectiva, la contribución más importante de Halbwachs en el campo de la sociología, adelanta la tesis de que la sociedad tiene memoria colectiva y depende de un “ámbito” o entorno en el que un grupo determinado se sitúa en esa sociedad. Así, no sólo hay una memoria individual, sino también una memoria grupal externa que existe más allá del individuo. En consecuencia, la comprensión del pasado por parte del individuo está estrechamente unido a esta conciencia grupal.

Adrian Storm has spent thirteen years far from the world of his birth, growing up among the people who took him in as a boy. Now a skilled warrior and hunter, he thrives in the rugged wilderness, where survival is both a challenge and a way of life. When violence follows a group of outsiders into this untamed land, Adrian is thrust into a deadly conflict that stirs long-buried memories, and reignites a thirst for vengeance he can no longer ignore. Tessa Beckett has never shied away from a challenge. As the daughter of one of the fur trade’s most powerful men, she’s spent her life showing she can hold her own in a male-dominated world. When an opportunity arises to prove herself, Tessa seizes the chance to cement her place in the family business. But danger lurks among rival fur companies, and trust is rare. Forced together by circumstances neither can control, Adrian and Tessa must navigate the treacherous wilds while confronting their fears, loyalties, and desires. As tension ignites between them, the line between hate and attraction blurs. In the heart of the untamed wilderness, will the storm between them forge an unbreakable bond, or destroy them both?

Marshall resurfaces, and he’s in serious trouble. Can the men at Kiss of Leather convince a former Dom to take on the mouthy sub? With Master Derek and his new sub Corey settling in together, Gavin and Kyle’s relationship firmly established, and the clock counting down to the eventual opening of Kiss of Leather—all is going well. The only thing left that would make their world perfect would be to bring Corey’s ex-Dom and abuser to justice. The legal firm that represents Kiss of Leather hires a private investigator to flush out the man who orchestrated Corey’s assault. Stone Manning is hesitant to take the job, though. He’s turned his back on his old life as a Master and has sworn never to enter a BDSM club again. But he owes attorney Glen Sharp his life, so he reluctantly agrees. However their meeting is disrupted when Kyle’s missing friend, Marshall, calls for help. Suddenly, Stone Manning finds himself charged with taming the brattiest sub ever. In truth, the bigger the brat, the more his heart races with excitement. Marshall promises to be exactly the type of challenge to inspire him to be a Master again. In the meantime, Stone and his investigative partner, Chuck, continue to search for Corey’s attacker. The abusive Dom appears to have gone underground. But what they don’t realize is that the closer they get to their prey, the more dangerous he becomes. Note: Please read the sample for TWs that might impede your enjoyment of this book. But you can expect hurt/comfort, forced proximity, found family, and an age-gap romance between a damaged, bratty sub, and the strict but loving Master who shows him that he deserves to be loved. This 2nd Edition features a new cover and has been revised and re-edited for this publication, but the story remains the same. Please also note that some series installments may temporarily be unavailable as they are expanded and re-edited. While there is a new couple in every book, the series should be read in order. The reading order is as follows:Building BondsSafe LimitsBondage RescueGrand OpeningGaining TrustCutting CordsFacing FearsSwitching PlacesKink Aware Fiction Romance Lgbtq+ Gay Contemporary Police & Law Enforcement Fiction,Romance,Lgbtq+,Gay,Contemporary,Police & Law Enforcement

L'éveil des sens, l'amour et la mort entre sessions de surf et fêtes ardentes d'un été sauvage. J'ouvre les yeux. J'ai encore des flammes sous les paupières. Tous les matins c'est pareil. Je me réveille. Et il y a le souvenir du feu dans mon sommeil. Ces temps-ci je ne rêve plus. Plus vraiment. Ou alors je ne m'en souviens pas. Mais au matin il reste ça. Des flammes. Elles dévorent tout. Prennent toute la place. Réduisent tout en cendres. Il faudrait que je parvienne à ne plus y penser. Après tout ce n'est rien. Juste des flashs. Des images incrustées dans la nuit. Mais je ne peux pas. J'ai déjà ignoré trop de signes. Et je l'ai payé cher.

<br> Once she was Annika Hansen, an innocent child assimilated by the fearsome, all-conquering Borg. Now she is Seven of Nine, a unique mixture of human biology and Borg technology. Cut off from the collective that has been her only reality for most of her existence, and forced to join the crew of the <i>Starship Voyager</i>™, she must come to grips with her surprising new environment -- and her own lost individuality. <p> Seven of Nine has already captured the imagination of fans all over the world. Now the most sensational new character of the twenty-fourth century stars in her first full-length novel. Resistance is futile.</p>

One Night With A Cowboy There's no room in day-care owner Lana Carpenter's life for casual flings. After all, her dream of adopting a baby is closer to becoming a reality than ever. So why is she still mooning over the sexy cowboy who made her forget everything but the strong, sure feel of his arms around her? It wasn't supposed to be more than one unforgettable night between consenting strangers. But when Sly Pettit spots Lana's photo in the local paper, he grabs at the chance to see her again. The guarded rancher is falling hard for Lana, but it can only end in heartbreak. Unless Sly can trust her with the secrets that keep him from believing that, just maybe, they could have a future together. ** About the Author Ann Roth lives in Seattle with her husband. After earning an MBA, she worked as a banker and corporate trainer. She gave up that life to write, and if they awarded PhDs in writing happily-ever-after stories she'd have one. In 1999 Ann won the Golden Heart for unpublished writers for best long series. Since then she has sold numerous romance and women's fiction novels, a novella and short stories. For more information, visit www.annroth.net Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Lana Carpenter woke up with the worst headache ever. With a groan, she cracked one eye open to glance at the clock on the bedside table. But there was no clock, and the dark wood table was nothing like her oak furniture. She wasn't in her queen-size bed at her town houseshe was in a king-size bed in a hotel room, and judging by the monogram on the sheets, it was the Prosperity Inn, one of Prosperity, Montana's, four-star hotels. Both eyes were open now. After stealing a peek at the other side of the bedit was empty, but a dented pillow lay close to hersshe sat up quickly, grimacing at the sudden thundering in her temples. The clock on that side of the bed said it was just after ten. She never slept this lateeven if it was Saturday! She pulled the dented pillow to her face and the lingering scent of a man's spicy aftershave tickled her nostrils. One whiff and everything flooded back. Kate picking her up and commiserating with her over the fact that Brent and Julia had had their baby. Driving to the Bitter & Sweet Bar and Grill for dinner and dancing to a live country-and-western band. Consuming too little dinner and too many cocktails in an effort to forget her ex's betrayal. The handsome cowboy at the table across the way, and the strong attraction that had flared between them from the first moment of eye contact. On the way to the bar, Lana hadn't even thought about meeting a man. She was still recovering from the divorce and had only wanted to forget that Brent's new wife had given him the one thing Lana couldn'ta baby. Then the sexy cowboy had asked her to dance, and they'd kept on dancing, with short stops for drinks and casual chitchat in between. After a while Kate had grown bored and left. Lana had stayed, with the intention of finding a cab later to take her home. But she'd soon forgotten all about the cab when dancing progressed to long, passionate kisses and the haste to rent a room within walking distance so that she and the cowboy could "Oh, dear God, I didn't!" she muttered, shattering the quiet. Her clothes lay in a telltale trail that started just inside the door and ended near the bed. She definitely had. Which was so unlike her. Another groan escaped from her. Normally, she wasn't much of a drinker. Oh, sure, she enjoyed an occasional glass of wine with dinner, but that was pretty much it. She'd never picked up a stranger, either. Sly, that was his name, had assured her that he was cleanLana recalled that. She'd stated that she was clean and healthy, too. Shortly after Brent had left her for Julia some eighteen months ago, she'd had herself tested. She hadn't been with a man since. Until last night. She and Sly had more than made up for her year and a half of celibacy. Boy, had they. Her cheeks warmed. Then she remembered that sometime during the night, as they lay tangled together after making love, he'd explained he'd have to leave for work early in the morning. Lana was glad he'd let her sleep instead of waking her to say goodbye, because facing him this morning would have been, at best, uncomfortable. Mother Nature called. Clutching her head, Lana made her way to the bathroom. There on the counter she found a bottle of aspirin and an unopened half liter of water. Under the water, a note. Last night was great. This should help with the hangover. Bless the man for his thoughtfulness. After swallowing several pain tablets with a healthy quantity of water, she studied herself in the mirror. Despite her headache, she looked radiant, as if she was still basking in the afterglow of a night of unbridled passion. Sly was rightlast night had been great. A long shower helped revive her, and by the time she dried off, fixed her hair and dressed in last night's clothesclean clothes would have been nice, but Lana didn't have any with hershe felt almost normal. She was shrugging into her coat to leave when her cell phone chirped "It's Raining Men." Kate's favorite song. Lana picked up right away. "Hey there." "You were supposed to call this morning with the scoop. Tell me that handsome cowboy you were dancing with gave you a ride home." Lana glanced at the unmade bed, winced and plopped onto a chair. "Not exactly." "You're saying you turned him down and took a cab instead? That's a crying shame, Lana, because for the first time in forever, you were actually having fun with a really hot guy." Kate was right about the hot part. Tall, lean and muscled, with startling silvery-blue eyes and a killer smile, Sly was every woman's cowboy fantasy. Lana caught herself in a dreamy sigh and frowned. "He never offered me a ride." "Well, shoot. And he seemed so into you. How much longer did you dance before you parted company?" "Umactually, we didn't part company. I'm at the Prosperity Inn." Which was only a few short blocks from the Bitter & Sweet. "What are you doing at a hotel?" Kate asked, then answered her own question with a singsong "Oh." Her voice softened to an excited whisper. "You should have said something sooner. Call me later." "It's okayhe's not here." "You mean he's in the shower?" "No, I mean he had to leave early this morning to go to work. I slept in." "It's not like you to spend the night with a guy you just met." "Tell me about it." As a rule, Lana waited for that level of intimacy until she was in a relationship. "I can't believe I did this." "Hey, it happens. Did you at least enjoy yourself?" Lana didn't have to think long about that. Now that her headache was all but gone, other things bubbled into her mind. Good memories that made her whole body hum. "It was pretty special." "Ooh. Gonna share some details?" "No!" "At least give me his name? Maybe what he does for a living?" "His name is Sly and I assume he's a rancher. He must be, right? Who else has to get up at the crack of dawn to go to work on a Saturday? I don't know his last name or anything else about him, except that he's never been married. I said I was divorced." In the heat of the moment, she'd also mentioned that she couldn't have kids. "We agreed that this was a night to forget our troubles and keep things fun and light." They'd accomplished both goals, in spades. "I don't think we'll ever see each other again." "That's so unlike you." "So you said." As unforgettable as last night had been, Lana regretted what she'd done. She massaged the space between her eyes. "Remind me to never drink again." "Don't be so hard on yourself. Look on the positive sideyou're back in the saddle, and a darned handsome cowboy put you there." Kate hooted at her joke. "Besides, you needed to be wild for one night. Once you adopt a baby, you won't be able to overdo the alcohol or stay out all night on a whim." "I never do either of those things." "You did last night. Listen, I have to leave for my mani-pedi, but if you need a ride, I can come pick you up in an hour or so." Lana supposed she could order breakfast downstairs and wait, but she wanted to change into fresh clothes. She also had a jillion things to do todayclean her house, grocery shop, do laundry, et cetera. "I'll take a cab, thanks. Send me a picture of your nails." "Will do. Talk to you later." Early April in western Montana usually brought mornings cold enough to see your own breath. Yet this morning, Sly Pettit was sweating like a son of a dog. He also felt like crap. At thirty-five he was no longer able to shake off a hangover with a couple of aspirin as easily as he'd done at thirty. "Sly? I said, if you're feelin' poorly, Ollie, Bean and I can handle the rest of the branding." Ace, Sly's longtime foreman, was staring at him oddly, and Bean, a grizzled cowhand, wore a frown. Ollie, a rangy twenty-year-old kid Sly had hired for the spring and summer, shot him a curious glance. Sly realized he was grimacing and smoothed his expression. When he'd met his attorney at the Bitter & Sweet Bar and Grill for dinner last night, he'd planned on staying about an hour, then heading home. Instead, he'd arrived home just shy of dawn. "I'm okay," he said. "Well, you look like you've been run over by a tractor and left for dead." Ace blew on his hands to warm them and then shook his head. "It's that trouble with Tim Carpenter, isn't it?" Bean said nothing, but now he appeared intrigued. Ollie, too. Sly and his lawyer, Dave Swain, had met to discuss whether Sly should sue Carpenter. The whole idea left a bad taste in Sly's mouth. Dave didn't enjoy it either, and thought Sly should try to work things out with his neighbor, who owned the Lazy C Ranch, which was adjacent to Pettit Ranch. But Carpenter's refusal to sit down and talk had left Sly without much choice. "I'm not happy about it," Sly said. "But that's not why I look like hell. I'm hungover." The crew members chuckled. "Been there more than a few times myself," Ace said. "The way you're sweatin' out that alcohol, you're sure to feel better in no time." Sly lifted the gate of the holding pen and Ace slapped the rump of one of the January calves they'd culled from the herd earlier. As the calf loped from the pen and Sly herded her toward the calf table, he thought about the mess with his neighb...

Interdiction formelle de quitter les abords immédiats de la nef... Tels sont les ordres formels dictés aux naufragés de l'hyper-espace par Chris Holden, Commandant du Cygnus X-1, échoué sur une planète inconnue. Mais il y a les Alkorians, et leur étrange insouciance. Il y a la nature exubérante et paradisiaque... Il y a aussi les Alkorianes. Des filles superbes qui respirent la joie de vivre. Il y a la mer, le soleil, et cette certitude qu'ont les hommes de l'équipage d'avoir découvert un véritable petit paradis...Mais quel enfer se cache derrière l'insouciance étonnante des Alkorians ? Chris Holden le découvrira très vite quand un de ses hommes transgressera les ordres pour rejoindre une ravissante créature blonde, et la joie cédera alors la place à une horreur sans nom...

Killing Is An Art In life, they were flawed. In death, they are perfect works of art—killed, preserved, and carefully molded into replicas of Michelangelo's most celebrated creations. Only The Sculptor can bring forth their true beauty and teach the world to appreciate his gift. He Is The Master FBI Special Agent Sam Markham has a reputation for tracking serial killers, but this artful adversary is meticulous, disciplined, and more ruthless than any he's encountered. The only clue is a note dedicating the latest "statue" to Cathy Hildebrant, an art historian who shares Sam's fear that the killing has just begun. And She Is The Perfect Subject In a quiet Rhode Island town, The Sculptor shapes his latest macabre creation, waiting for Cathy to draw nearer so that his message can be understood at last. And the only way to save her is for Sam to unlock a psychopath's twisted mind before his final, terrifying masterpiece is revealed. . . "Funaro provides clever plotting and plenty of suspense." —John Lutz, New York Times bestselling author "Fast-paced, exciting. . .Funaro delivers gasp-out-loud terror and relentless suspense. A genuine page-turner!" —Kevin O'Brien, New York Times bestselling author "It reminded me of why I loved Silence of the Lambs so much." —Gregg Olsen "A stone cold thrill ride! Unique and unexpected twists make this one a keeper!" –Lisa Jackson, New York Times bestselling author

In this exciting space adventure, fourteen-year-old Jack Morgan and Draycos, a poet/warrior K'da dragon who can hide himself as a tattoo on Jack's back, have their backs to the wall. Brought together by a twist of fate, these two have been through a lot of scrapes, risking death and imprisonment on worlds far and wide, seeking justice for Jack and information that might save Draycos's people from a genocidal ambush. But now, Neverlin, the man who killed Jack's parents and destroyed the scout fleet of which Draycos was the sole survivor, is about to ambush millions of K'da refugees, and kill them with a Death weapon that kills any living being within its range. To prevent Neverlin from eradicating the K'da race, Jack and Draycos must somehow disable the Death. But for Jack and Draycos, things never seem to go the way they should. When Jack's friend Alison is captured, Jack gives himself up to keep her from being harmed. Neverlin, with Jack and Draycos as his prisoners, holds all the cards. But desperate times call for desperate measures, as time is running out, not just for our young heroes, but also for the millions of K'da who face annihilation, and resourceful Jack and his remarkable ally will fine a way . . . or die trying. A powerful, thrilling conclusion to this terrific Young Adult six-book series. Fun for readers 10 and older.

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