Matilda, e exact cum ai spus: nimeni nu poate salva pe nimeni altcineva. Po?i suferi ?mpreun? cu ei, dar nu ?i po?i salva. ?i mai po?i alina, ca atunci c?nd faci un calmant unui bolnav ?n chinuri, dar efectul trece ?i doare din nou. ?n fa?a suferin?ei ?i a mor?ii suntem singuri. De abia atunci suntem cu adev?rat singuri.?Aceasta este o carte. Nu v? lua?i dup? spusele personajului principal, ?eu nu sunt scriitoare“, sunt doar cuvintele unui personaj, iar personajele nu scriu c?r?i. Aceasta este o carte pe care o ve?i iubi, asta dup? ce ve?i trece prin a v? pl?cea foarte mult, a nu o putea l?sa din m?n?, a intra ?n panic? atunci c?nd n-o g?si?i pe noptier?, pe mas? ori ?n geant?, a cita din ea, a z?mbi la amintirea anumitor pasaje ?i alte manifest?ri ale ?ndr?gostirii la prima vedere. O ve?i iubi, v? va obseda ?i o ve?i ?i visa. Nu a?a se manifest? o iubire omeneasc? adev?rat??“ (Ana Barton)?Cite?te-o numai dup? ce ?i-ai scos masca pe care o por?i prin lume. Dac? e?ti printre noroco?ii c?rora le vorbe?te pe limba lor, cartea asta s-ar putea s? te ?nve?e s? arzi, a?adar s? te salveze.“ (Cristina Nemerovschi)

An exclusive short story for World Book Day from one of our bestselling authors Sometimes all we need is a relaxing holiday in the sun. For Anthony and Carole, a week in a lovely Greek hotel has helped them mend the cracks in their marriage. For widowed Jessica, it’s the longest she’s ever gone without visiting her beloved husband’s grave. However when the flight doesn’t go according to plan, they are each forced to face up to the very things they have been avoiding for so long. By the time they land, they have learnt important life lessons about themselves and each other which change them forever.

Let IDRoPs change your point of view… Chris Brosnahan is the winner of the 2013 30 Hour Novel Competition, run by authonomy and The Kernel magazine. His debut thriller, set in a future where augmented reality is widespread, will have you hooked. I pushed the needle into the woman’s eye. She squirmed. ‘It’s okay,’ I told her. ‘It’s okay.’ I brought my voice down a little, trying to calm her. ‘Just relax.’ John Macfarlane is a highly-skilled optometrist. He works with IDRoPs, a solution that allows people to see augmented reality. He lives a quiet life with his wife and daughter, but one day, everything changes. John discovers that someone is brutally murdering his patients, ripping their eyes out, and slipping away. Who is the killer? And can he stop them before they destroy everything he has worked so hard to build? Chris Brosnahan’s debut novel is gripping and vividly real – all the more impressive as it was written in just 30 hours! A must-read for fans of fast-paced fiction which twists and turns.

Лед Африка — сторя бунтарського життя Берил Маркгем, першо жнки-льотчиц на Африканському континент. Вона першою здйснила безпосадковий перелт через Атлантику з сходу на захд. У ранньому вц Берил з батьками перехала з Британ у Кеню. Разом з африканськими дтьми з тубльних племен змалечку вдкривала свт дико природи. Дорослою двчиною розпзнала свого внутршнього хижака, прийняла свою самодостатню непокрливу вдачу. Ц риси характеру штовхали у вир складних стосункв, надихали на боротьбу з традицйною мораллю схиляли до чоловчих професй.

Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth,—a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centered upon his own silly self. If anything could have driven me from Gladys, it would have been the thought of such a father-in-law. I am convinced that he really believed in his heart that I came round to the Chestnuts three days a week for the pleasure of his company, and very especially to hear his views upon bimetallism, a subject upon which he was by way of being an authority. For an hour or more that evening I listened to his monotonous chirrup about bad money driving out good, the token value of silver, the depreciation of the rupee, and the true standards of exchange. "Suppose," he cried with feeble violence, "that all the debts in the world were called up simultaneously, and immediate payment insisted upon,—what under our present conditions would happen then?" I gave the self-evident answer that I should be a ruined man, upon which he jumped from his chair, reproved me for my habitual levity, which made it impossible for him to discuss any reasonable subject in my presence, and bounced off out of the room to dress for a Masonic meeting. At last I was alone with Gladys, and the moment of Fate had come! All that evening I had felt like the soldier who awaits the signal which will send him on a forlorn hope; hope of victory and fear of repulse alternating in his mind. She sat with that proud, delicate profile of hers outlined against the red curtain. How beautiful she was! And yet how aloof! We had been friends, quite good friends; but never could I get beyond the same comradeship which I might have established with one of my fellow-reporters upon the Gazette,—perfectly frank, perfectly kindly, and perfectly unsexual. My instincts are all against a woman being too frank and at her ease with me. It is no compliment to a man. Where the real sex feeling begins, timidity and distrust are its companions, heritage from old wicked days when love and violence went often hand in hand. The bent head, the averted eye, the faltering voice, the wincing figure—these, and not the unshrinking gaze and frank reply, are the true signals of passion. Even in my short life I had learned as much as that—or had inherited it in that race memory which we call instinct. Gladys was full of every womanly quality. Some judged her to be cold and hard; but such a thought was treason. That delicately bronzed skin, almost oriental in its coloring, that raven hair, the large liquid eyes, the full but exquisite lips,—all the stigmata of passion were there. But I was sadly conscious that up to now I had never found the secret of drawing it forth. However, come what might, I should have done with suspense and bring matters to a head to-night. She could but refuse me, and better be a repulsed lover than an accepted brother. So far my thoughts had carried me, and I was about to break the long and uneasy silence, when two critical, dark eyes looked round at me, and the proud head was shaken in smiling reproof. "I have a presentiment that you are going to propose, Ned. I do wish you wouldn't; for things are so much nicer as they are." I drew my chair a little nearer. "Now, how did you know that I was going to propose?" I asked in genuine wonder."Don't women always know? Do you suppose any woman in the world was ever taken unawares? But—oh, Ned, our friendship has been so good and so pleasant! What a pity to spoil it! Don't you feel how splendid it is that a young man and a young woman should be able to talk face to face as we have talked?" "I don't know, Gladys. You see, I can talk face to face with—with the station-master." I can't imagine how that official came into the matter; but in he trotted, and set us both laughing. "That does not satisfy me in the least. I want my arms round you, and your head on my breast, and—oh, Gladys, I want——"

Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed. This was the page at which the favourite volume always opened:"ELLIOT OF KELLYNCH HALL. "Walter Elliot, born March 1, 1760, married, July 15, 1784, Elizabeth, daughter of James Stevenson, Esq. of South Park, in the county of Gloucester, by which lady (who died 1800) he has issue Elizabeth, born June 1, 1785; Anne, born August 9, 1787; a still-born son, November 5, 1789; Mary, born November 20, 1791." Precisely such had the paragraph originally stood from the printer's hands; but Sir Walter had improved it by adding, for the information of himself and his family, these words, after the date of Mary's birth--"Married, December 16, 1810, Charles, son and heir of Charles Musgrove, Esq. of Uppercross, in the county of Somerset," and by inserting most accurately the day of the month on which he had lost his wife. Then followed the history and rise of the ancient and respectable family, in the usual terms; how it had been first settled in Cheshire; how mentioned in Dugdale, serving the office of high sheriff, representing a borough in three successive parliaments, exertions of loyalty, and dignity of baronet, in the first year of Charles II, with all the Marys and Elizabeths they had married; forming altogether two handsome duodecimo pages, and concluding with the arms and motto:--"Principal seat, Kellynch Hall, in the county of Somerset," and Sir Walter's handwriting again in this finale:-- "Heir presumptive, William Walter Elliot, Esq., great grandson of the second Sir Walter." Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Elliot's character; vanity of person and of situation. He had been remarkably handsome in his youth; and, at fifty-four, was still a very fine man. Few women could think more of their personal appearance than he did, nor could the valet of any new made lord be more delighted with the place he held in society. He considered the blessing of beauty as inferior only to the blessing of a baronetcy; and the Sir Walter Elliot, who united these gifts, was the constant object of his warmest respect and devotion.

Rescuer and protector When paramedic Tom Gardiner rescues single mom Emma White and her little son, he doesn't realize that by saving their lives, he's changed his own life forever. Husband and father? He thought he never wanted a family, but with Emma and little Mickey around, the rules Tom's lived by are beginning to change. Can he show Emma that he is the perfect father and husband, and convince her that the past belongs in the past and her future lies with him?

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Step behind the hotel room doors of the Chatsfield, London… Jenny Harding is mortified when her lousy ex leaves her stranded - and furious! - in London’s most opulent hotel, in nothing but her underwear. Sneaking down to the sauna to ‘borrow’ a shirt, she thinks things can’t get any worse, until she’s caught red-handed by the shirt’s owner, Brax Tsoukatos! Jenny was ready to swear off men, but when this gorgeous stranger proposes an impulsive encounter, the temptation to live dangerously for one wild night is outrageously irresistible…!

Step behind the hotel room doors of the Chatsfield, London… Doctor Chelsea Serrano is never going on a blind date again. EVER! The food at the delectable and ultra-luxurious Chatsfield restaurant may be heavenly, but the company definitely leaves something to be desired… So when Chelsea is called upon to save the life of a guest, she jumps at the chance to escape her ‘date’. And having a mouth-watering bodyguard helping her as the drama unfolds? What girl could ask for more?! But when the curtain falls will she chose to live in the spotlight and reach for what she wants?

Nine deliciously dark, funny and twisted short stories from one of America’s top crime writers. EXCLUSIVE EBOOK EDITION ALSO INCLUDES A FREE EXTRACT FROM LAURA’S FORTHCOMING NOVEL THE INNOCENTS. If you haven’t discovered Laura Lippman yet, delve into these nine ingenious tales and read an exclusive extract from Laura’s latest novel The Innocents. Within this collection, Laura Lippman takes us from Dublin in ‘Honor Bar’ to Washington D.C. in ‘ARM and the Woman’ and to New Orleans in ‘Pony Girl.’ Other higlights include a rare interview with Tess (of Laura’ popular Tess Monaghan series) in ‘The Accidental Detective.’ Sometimes poignant, sometimes humorous and always filled with shocking twists and turns, expect the unexpected… If you enjoy this collection, why not try ‘Femme Fatale and other stories’. Also available now as an exclusive ebook short story collection.

Sometimes the only way to forgiveness is sin… Sean Dryden—the superhot all-American golden boy—has always gotten under Kentucky Lee’s skin. She can’t remember a time when she wasn’t in love with the Special Ops Aviation pilot…even when he got engaged to her best friend. What Kentucky never knew is that Sean broke it off with Lynnie just a week before she died. Something has come apart in Sean—too many missions, too much loss. Only Kentucky seems to understand him…and the undercurrent running between them is tangible. That need to touch and taste—to remind themselves they’re still alive. Can the fire in her warm his frozen heart?

From her novels to her magazine articles Trisha Ashley has been writing all her life and this is a collection of her work brought together in a single edition for the first time. A fabulous collection of short stories from the Sunday Times bestselling author. Perfect to curl up with on a winter’s evening.

I’ve got that daft song lodged in my brain.

Subject: K-9 Handler Ty Colson Mission: Deliver an injured war dog to the woman of his very naughty dreams. Savannah “Van” Cantrell is the girl Ty Colson could never have. She's also the sister of his best friend—and blames Ty for his death in Afghanistan. The last thing Ty needs is a reunion with Van. Or a reminder of their too-potent chemistry. Van wants to give her brother’s dog a loving home, but seeing Ty means facing the anger, the blame, and the electric current of sexual energy between them. And while Van trusts him to handle almost anything—including her body against his—she'll never trust her heart to a man determined to walk back into the line of fire.

This would be her very last Christmas as a single woman and Lucy had gone all-out to impress. So here she was in her fancy Dining Room putting out proper, carefully annotated place cards for all her guests if you don’t mind, before she’d serve them Christmas dinner later on that night.

Hot on the trail of a missing Chihuahua called Cupid, private eye Jayne McCartney discovers that love can come with a bite, and that even the simplest of investigations can turn rabid… For readers who like their crime with a drop of romance and a bite of humour.

It was a matter of life and death … 7 May 1915 Gerda Nielsen is on her way from Brooklyn to Liverpool aboard the ill-fated Lusitania. Jack Walsh is returning to England to take up a post helping the war effort. As he and Gerda spend more and more time onboard together they realise that each has found someone very special. It’s the afternoon before they dock in Liverpool, and tragedy strikes. As the torpedoed ship lists to one side Jack and Gerda must make frightening decisions that become a matter of life or death … A beautiful, romantic and moving tale based on a tragic true story.

When I get to the restaurant, the ma?tre d’ shows me to our usual table. It’s empty but that’s OK; I don’t mind getting here first. I had expected to anyway, and to be honest I am ten minutes early. But I’ve been looking forward to this all week and couldn’t wait any longer. I don’t even mind that I’m sitting at a restaurant table on my own on Valentine’s Day. I know Sam is going to be here soon, so no one has to feel sorry for me.

I look up from my computer and give the flowers my full attention. ‘Lovely,’ I say. I wasn’t lying; they are indeed lovely. They are what my mother might call the ‘queens of roses’. Deep red with velvety petals unfurling lushly against dark green foliage and a froth of ribbon and cellophane. The kind a non-receiver might wax cynical about, but for the girl who is clutching an armful of them, there might not be a better present in the world on Valentine’s Day.

‘I absolutely adored this book from start to finish!’ - My Chestnut Reading Tree Sometimes, Happy Ever After is where the real trouble begins… Chelsea Donnolly wasn’t supposed to amount to anything. But if there’s one thing the bad girl from the estate liked better than trouble, it was a challenge. So, to the amusement of her best friends Evie, Mollie and Ruby – and the disbelief of her teachers – this bad girl turned good. These days, Chelsea is the kind of girl people are proud to know – and, after a surprise trip to Venice, she has a ring on her finger to prove it. But to get there, she’s had to learn to keep her deepest secrets from everyone – even her fiancé. And when wedding preparations threaten to blow her cover, Chelsea can’t help but wonder: in her battle to the top, might she have left the best parts of herself behind?