He's not looking for salvation. She's not looking for love. Dragon Locke is a haunted man. Every day is a relentless battle against the demons of his past. A recovering addict, he wears the scars of a history so brutal, he's convinced it will destroy anyone who dares to get too close. Diana Steel is everything Dragon doesn't deserve. She's strong and beautiful, and the harder he falls for her, the more he fights to push her away. She deserves a life untouched by his sin, and he's sworn he won't subject her to that. When pieces of his history resurface, dangling the promise of something he lost long ago, Dragon knows he must confront what he's spent years running from. Diana, freshly wounded by the loss of her own dreams, offers to accompany him. He knows it's reckless, but he can't deny her...or the solace she represents. The search spirals into a journey filled with dark secrets. As danger closes in, Dragon must decide if...

To witness. To contain. To hunt.People in Småland are being provoked into action by a destructive species. It moves in packs at night. Gardens are being destroyed, farmland churned up. Yet its illusiveness draws in both visitors and inhabitants.The forests of this stony province are home to a growing population of wild boar once on the verge of extinction. Told by three people newly arrived in an isolated community, Wild Boar is a compelling and poetic debut from Finnish/Swedish author Hannah Lutz about animals and people, their places in a changing ecosystem, and their capacities to grow and to destroy.

Long before the fortress walls of Thornwell rose from the scarred earth, the land was whispered over by older tongues—voices of root and ruin, of kings forgotten and beasts unburied. The first stones laid here were not for defense but for penance. A broken sword was buried beneath the foundation, its blade cursed to rust beneath centuries of silence. Few remembered why, and fewer dared ask. But the wind remembered, and it carried secrets through the Ironwood like veins through a sleeping beast.  They say the realm was forged by oaths—some kept, many broken. Blood was the currency of honor, and shadow its price. In the age before banners, before lineages carved their names into stone, there was a pact made beneath a dying tree. The names of those who spoke it were lost, but the price of their bargain still echoes: balance must be kept, and when it falters, a thorn shall rise. Not to rule, but to bleed in place of the realm. Not a sword, but a...

Journey to a magical hotel in the Swiss Alps, where two lost souls living in different centuries meet and discover if a second chance awaits them behind its doors.“Have you travelled a long way?” she asked carefully..A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. “Well, yes,” he said slowly. “Yes, you could say that. But it was worth the wait.” London, 2015. When reclusive art appraiser Eve Shaw shakes the hand of a silver-haired gentleman in her office, the warmth of his palm sends a spark through her.His name is Max Everly—curiously, the same name as Eve’s favorite composer, born one hundred sixteen years prior. And she has the sudden feeling that she’s held his hand before . . . but where, and when? The White Octopus Hotel, 1935. In this belle époque building high in the snowy mountains, Eve and a young Max wander the winding halls, lost in time.Each of them...