Showing results by publisher "Audible Studios" in Women's Fiction

It was never love with Daniel, and I never thought it would be. It was only lust from a distance. Unrequited love maybe. He's a man I could never have, for so many reasons. That didn't stop my heart from beating wildly when his eyes pierced through me. It only slowed back down when he'd look away, making me feel so damn unworthy and reminding me that he would never be mine.

Singlefrau Ilona führt einen Delikatessenladen am Chiemsee und ist selbst den Leckereien gegenüber nicht abgeneigt. Umso mehr, als ihr Leben derzeit kaum etwas Aufregendes zu bieten hat. Den passenden Mann zu finden, hat sie nach diversen Fehlversuchen abgehakt. Bis Biobauer Chris sie zur Vertiefung ihrer Geschäftsbeziehung in die Toskana einlädt. Dumm nur, dass Ilona sich als etwas jünger und schlanker ausgegeben hat. Sie will die Einladung deswegen ablehnen, da greifen ihre Freundinnen Anna und Zoe ein. Gemeinsam machen sie sich auf eine turbulente Reise in den sonnigen Süden, die Ilonas Leben auf den Kopf stellen wird.

Anzel, a widow in her 60s, lives quietly on her small farm with her grandfather, a Carrier elder from Northern BC. Grandpre and Anzel pass the time playing fierce cribbage games, cutting firewood and tending the vegetable garden. As the days pass Grandpre tells his life story, sharing heart-breaking memories: the death of his family in a devastating epidemic, his son's murder at the hands of a horse thief, and his battle and eventual triumph over alcohol.

"J'avais seize ans. Je ne possédais rien, ni biens matériels, ni confort spirituel. Je n'avais pas d'ami, pas d'amour, je n'avais rien vécu. Je n'avais pas d'idée, je n'étais pas sûre d'avoir une âme. Mon corps, c'était tout ce que j'avais."

Ellie Pringle has spent endless hours and countless dollars working with a therapist to remember the lost years of her childhood. She's baffled and more than a little intrigued when the grandmother she hasn't seen in 34 years dies and leaves her a fortune. The time has come to face her past in person. Still reeling from a recent breakup of a long-term relationship, and with nothing to keep her in San Francisco, Ellie packs her meager belongings and boards a plane for the South Carolina Lowcountry.

Violence corroded her.... Obedience defiled her.... Fear kept her chained.... Freedom is hard to embrace when she's never learned to trust. Yet in the span of a second, she grabs a single opportunity and runs toward it. Straight into the sanctuary of a pub at the end of a wharf. She doesn't understand the concept of friendship. She's never felt the connection of a relationship. She's as innocent as the driven snow and yet tainted with corruption.

Jane, a Minneapolis restaurateur, is invited to spend the week at Fothergill Inn, a Victorian house-turned B&B. Jane's old friend Leigh has spent years renovating the house and reopening it as an inn and restaurant. The inn has become so successful that people drive the 50 miles from Minneapolis just for dinner. But when Jane and her best friend, Cordelia, arrive for a week of relaxation, they find that the weekend's guests are anything but pleased, and that relaxing is the furthest thing from their minds. Broken glass litters the parking lot, dead animals turn up in the bedrooms, a bomb scare threatens the lives of the inn's guests. Then the pranks turn deadly....

After hitting her head, Lucy Sparks awakens in the hospital to a shocking revelation: the man she’s known and loved for years - the man she recently married - is not actually her husband. In fact, they haven’t even spoken since their breakup four years earlier. The happily-ever-after she remembers in vivid detail - right down to the dress she wore to their wedding - is only one example of what her doctors call a false memory: recollections Lucy’s mind made up to fill in the blanks from the coma.

Nelle città di provincia le ragazze perbene si assomigliano tutte. Per sottrarsi a un futuro già raccontato, Clara si trasferisce a Londra, dove insegna italiano a ricchi expat e si trova intrappolata nel vortice degli incontri online. Ma il matrimonio della bellissima cugina Rossella, inseparabile compagna d'infanzia diventata poi modella di abiti da sposa, la richiama a Caserta.

When Delia Byrd packs up her old Datsun and her daughter Cissy and gets on the Santa Monica Freeway heading south and east, she is leaving everything she has known for 10 years: the tinsel glitter of the rock 'n' roll world; her dreams of singing and songwriting; and a life lived on credit cards and whiskey with a man who made promises he couldn't keep. Delia Byrd is going back to Cayro, Georgia, to reclaim her life - and the two daughters she left behind.

She was supposed to be mine forever. But the night our fathers were killed, Sydney decided this life wasn't for her. So she ran. She left me, and our club behind. I never expected to see her on my doorstep six years later. With our child. She looks different, but she's still as beautiful as ever. Those hips, her sultry smile, I can't get over her. But she didn't leave the life, and she's got a DEA agent on her tail.

It's the summer of 1990, and Crystal Beach has lost its beloved, long-running amusement park, leaving the lakeside village a virtual ghost town. It is back to this fallen community Starla Mia Martin must return to live with her overbearing mother after dropping out of university and racking up significant debt. But an economic downturn, mother-daughter drama, and Generation X disillusionment soon prove to be to be the least of Starla's troubles.

What do women really want? To be sensually seduced or pressed up against the wall for a quickie? To be tantalized by a peep show or the chance to join the mile high club? Acclaimed erotica writer and editor Rachel Kramer Bussel knows: They want it all. They want to be worshiped, ordered around, sent blindly into ecstasy, and made hot in front of a mirror. They want strangers bearing ice cubes on a hot day and to be the party favor passed around among guests.

Et si la plus belle amitié, c’était de ne pas se connaitre ? De ne conserver que les bons côtés sans s’embarrasser des mauvais. Une amitié qui se serait affranchie de ses obligations et de ses règles. Une amitié légère. Festive. Libre. Ils sont cinq, ont deux années d’amitié au compteur, et se réunissent le samedi soir dans des bars à cocktails. Ils ne connaissent ni leurs vrais prénoms, ni leurs numéros de téléphone, ni leurs professions, et encore moins leur vie privée. Autour des cocktails, ils sont qui ils veulent être, ils profitent du moment présent.

Single-mother bounty hunter Lori Anderson has finally got her family back together, but her newfound happiness is shattered when she’s snatched by the Miami Mob – and they want her dead. Rather than a bullet, they offer her a job: find the Mob’s ‘numbers man’ - Carlton North - who’s in protective custody after being forced to turn federal witness against them. If Lori succeeds, they’ll wipe the slate clean and the price on her head - and those of her family - will be removed. If she fails, they die.

The holiday season in New York City is supposed to be magical, but it's not yet Thanksgiving, and what's happening isn't that kind of magic. The fairy world seems to be bleeding into the human world. Strange white horses carry people into the Central Park lake. Children are disappearing from their beds. Unearthly snow flurries pepper the air while odd pockets of summer appear randomly in Central Park.

The Shaughnessy brothers have spent the years since their mother's untimely death taking care of each other and trying to make their father proud. The oldest son, Aidan, is hardworking, handsome, successful - and still single. Sure, he'd like to have his own family someday, but who has the time?

I’m lying here in a bed, my head full of regret, with only a little bird flitting through a tree to comfort me. Friends want to visit, but I refuse them. So my carer, Sheila, has given me a task to keep me occupied. An A to Z list. Think of a part of my body for each letter. Tell a little tale about it. When I reach H for heart, what will I say? How we loved to string crocheted hearts in trees? How our hearts steadily unravelled? So I begin with A. Adam’s apple. Will you be there to catch me when I fall?

The mansion is called Illyria, but for the writers and artists who flock there each summer, it may as well be paradise. Away from family, friends, and ordinary responsibilities, the creative spirit can flower, nurtured by the company of other artistic souls. Janet Belle Smith's husband doesn't understand why she can't write at home - or really, for that matter, why she must write at all - but for Janet, the reason is clear. Only in Illyria can she be herself.

Ist das Liebe, oder kann der weg? Hannah, die als Coach für fachgerechtes Ausmisten arbeitet, soll ausgerechnet dem neuen Flirt ihrer Freundin ein geordnetes Zuhause verpassen. Prompt entbrennt mit dem eigenwilligen Pascal erbitterter Streit: behalten oder ab in die Tonne? Doch je mehr Hannah aufräumt, desto tiefer manövriert sie sich mitten ins emotionale Chaos - denn plötzlich findet sie nicht nur eine echte Leiche auf dem Dachboden, sondern sie fühlt sich auch so merkwürdig zu Pascal hingezogen.