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We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

Tiernan de Haas doesn’t care about anything anymore. The only child of a film producer and his starlet wife, she’s grown up with wealth and privilege but not love or guidance. And when they suddenly pass away, she knows she should be devastated. But has anything really changed? She’s always been alone, hasn’t she? Jake Van der Berg, her father’s stepbrother and her only living relative, assumes guardianship of Tiernan who is still two months shy of 18. She's sent to live with him and his two sons, Noah and Kaleb, in the mountains of Colorado.

Macon is the oldest. Thirty-one. Ex-Marine. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile. Army is twenty-eight. A single dad with the most beautiful green eyes. He has no idea who he is, if not a Jaeger brother. Iron will be in prison soon. You’d never think it to meet him. He’s a nice guy, actually. But he can’t stop reacting to everything. Dallas is the one I hate. Twenty-one, cruel, and selfish. He takes and then throws away whatever’s left. And Trace is mine. Or he was for about two seconds. No one can tame him for long. Not that I ever wanted to.

Tiernan ist ein Leben in Luxus gewohnt. Doch nach dem Tod ihrer Eltern findet sie sich in der abgelegenen Wildnis Colorados wieder – in der Obhut von Jake, dem Stiefbruder ihres Vaters, der mit seinen beiden Söhnen in den Bergen lebt. Tiernan muss sich in dieser rauen Umgebung behaupten, während sie mit Verlust, Einsamkeit und ihrem Platz in der Welt ringt. Doch dann kommt der Winter, und Tiernan erkennt, was Familie wirklich bedeutet und dass nur die Regeln zählen, die sie zu brechen wagt.

The clock at St. Killian’s chimes as whispers float in the dark staircase above. Snow falls from the black sky beyond the windows, and candles glow - the flames lighting up the longest night of the year. Devil’s Night isn’t the only holiday we celebrate. Tonight, we’re pulling on a different mask. Some call it Midwinter. Others call it Yule. We call it Fire Night.

I never minded being locked up. I learned a long time ago that being treated like an animal gives you permission to act like one. Their only mistake is believing anything I do is an accident. I can sit in this house with no internet, television, liquor, or girls, but I'll come out of here with something far more frightening to my enemies. A plan. I just didn't expect one of my enemies to come to me. I can smell her hiding in the house. She's here. Blackchurch houses five prisoners. I'm only one of her problems.

Erika: His name is Michael Crist. My boyfriend's older brother is like that scary movie that you peek through your hand to watch. He's handsome, strong, and completely terrifying. The star of his college's basketball team and now gone pro, he's more concerned with the dirt on his shoe than me.

Mi profesora creyó que Ryen era un chico, la suya que Misha era nombre de chica y las dos, completamente equivocadas, nos juntaron para ser amigos por correspondencia. A nosotros no nos costó mucho darnos cuenta del error, pero antes ya habíamos discutido sobre cualquier tema posible: ¿la mejor pizza de la ciudad? ¿iPhone o Android? ¿Es Eminem el mejor rapero de todos los tiempos?

NO LEAS ESTE LIBRO. ES ALTAMENTE INAPROPIADO. Si te gustó Corrupt, devorarás Hideaway, la nueva sensación del dark romance. Los escondites son secretos peligrosos; descubrirlos, mi pasión. BANKS. Entre las sombras de la ciudad, hay un hotel llamado Pope. Está abandonado y lo rodea un misterio olvidado. Pero, Kai, tú crees en la historia del duodécimo piso oculto, ¿verdad? Se dice que hubo un huésped que nunca se registró, pero tampoco se marchó de allí. Y crees que puedo llevarte hasta ese escondite, ¿no es así? Tú y tus amigos podéis intentar asustarme o manipularme.

Michael Crist, el hermano mayor de mi exnovio, es como esa película de miedo que estás deseando ver. Guapo, fuerte e intimidante, le he observado durante años, deseando estar más cerca para comprobar si lo que se dice de él es verdad. Es la estrella del equipo de baloncesto de su universidad, jamás había reparado en mí y apenas me había mirado… hasta ahora. Tiene algo en mente, lo noto, casi puedo saborearlo pero, sabiendo todo lo que sé, ¿quiero averiguar que tiene planeado?

Damon: Will is gone. He hasn't been seen in months, and the texts coming from his phone are almost certainly forged. Something's wrong. We need to act now. Michael is ready to tear down The Cove, Rika's hiding something, Evans Crist is a threat, and Winter's father is still out there. Everyone is off in a million directions, and we're vulnerable. It's time to do this. It's time to claim our place.

Alle wissen, dass sie auf dieser Seite der Gleise nichts zu suchen hat. Denn hier herrschen IHRE Regeln. Während ihre Eltern mitten in einer dreckigen Scheidung stecken, irrt die 18-jährige Krisjen aus gutem Hause ziellos durchs Leben und vertreibt sich ihre Zeit mit einem der berüchtigten Jaeger-Brüder, die auf der anderen Seite der Kleinstadt – der Bucht – leben. Aber jede:r, einschließlich Krisjen, weiß, dass sie eines Tages einen reichen Mann heiraten wird, der ihr etwas bieten kann. Dennoch fühlt sich Krisjen zu der Bucht und ihren Bewohnern hingezogen.

In fifth grade my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed. It didn't take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. The best take-out pizza. Android vs. iPhone. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever. For the next seven years, it was us. She's the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am.

Das Warten hat ein Ende: Die TikTok-Sensation der New-York-Times-Bestsellerautorin Penelope Douglas endlich auf Deutsch! Wir waren perfekt füreinander – bis wir uns trafen. Misha und Ryen sind Brieffreunde. Sie haben sich über Jahre hinweg all ihre Geheimnisse, Sorgen und Wünsche anvertraut – und sie haben drei Regeln: kein Kontakt im echten Leben, keine sozialen Medien und keine Bilder. Denn das, was sie miteinander haben, ist perfekt. Warum es also ruinieren?

Madoc y Fallon. Dos adolescentes que no se conocen y que juegan al límite entre el amor y la guerra. Ella ha vuelto. Durante los dos años que estuvo en el internado, no supe nada de ella. Cuando volvió, de día ni me hablaba y de noche dejaba la puerta de su habitación abierta. Entonces era un tontorrón, pero ahora estoy listo para pagarle con la misma moneda… He vuelto.

Ha pasado un año desde que Tate sufrió acoso en el instituto... y al final, ha decidido luchar. Me llamo Tate. Pero él no me llama así. Nunca se referiría a mí de una manera tan informal, eso en el caso de que me dirigie- ra la palabra. No, casi ni me habla. Aun así, nunca me deja sola. Hubo un tiempo en que fuimos muy amigos. Luego me dio la espalda e hizo de arruinarme la vida su objetivo. Me han humillado, me han gritado y han murmurado sobre mí durante toda la secundaria. Sus burlas y los rumores se volvieron cada vez más sádicos según iba pasando el tiempo.

¿Has estado alguna vez tan enfadado que eso de ponerte a golpear las cosas te relajaba? ¿O tan ciego que te creías que eras más cuando no lo eras? En los últimos años yo me he sentido así. Viajando entre la furia y la indiferencia sin paradas intermedias. Hay quienes me odian por eso y a los demás les doy miedo por el mismo motivo. Ya nadie puede herirme, nada me importa, nadie me importa. Salvo Tatum.

Hawken Trent. So polite. So sweet. Such an upstanding young man. A virgin, too, I hear. He never gets naughty with a girl. Probably because Jesus told him not to. And now here he is, trying to be the hero by protecting another girl from me. He calls me a bully. Irrational. Unreasonable. A criminal. He can call me anything he wants, I’ve heard worse. And he can try to stand between me and my money, but he’s never had to fight for food. That rich, clean, school boy doesn’t have what it takes

My name is Tate. He doesn't call me that, though. He would never refer to me by a friendly nickname. No, he'll barely even speak to me. But he still won't leave me alone. We were best friends once. Then he turned on me and made it his mission to ruin my life. I've been humiliated, shut out and gossiped about all through high school. His pranks and rumours got worse as time wore on, and I made myself sick trying to stay out of his way. I even went to France for a year, just to avoid him.

I cross the tracks every day for one reason - to graduate from this school and get into the Ivy League. I'm not ashamed of where I come from, my family, or how everyone at Marymount thinks my skirts are too short and my lipstick is too red. Clay Collins and her friends have always turned up their noses at me. The witch with her beautiful skin, clean shoes, and rich parents who torments me daily and thinks I won't fight back. At least not until I get her alone and find out she's hiding so much more than just what's underneath those pretty clothes.