Within a night, she had lost everything and was even dragged into the prison by the scumbag male. In her three years in prison, she had gone from youthful to enchanting. What was owed to her, this time, she was going to get it all back. In time to catch up with the trend of the hidden marriage, she married one of the few top powers in Luocheng. Love money? Vanity? Was he scheming? This was the comment of the people of Luo City, but she didn't care. "She is a woman that the people of Luocheng call for a fight, yet she is also a woman with incomparable envy." Let's get divorced. This is the end of the agreement. " A divorce agreement, she had nothing to do with him. However... "This CEO, we agreed on a divorce, what are you doing?" The divorce agreement is not valid, we are still husband and wife! "

A series of whimsical essays by the New York Times "Social Q's" columnist provides modern advice on navigating today's murky moral waters, sharing recommendations for such everyday situations as texting on the bus to splitting a dinner check.

She’s sure everyone can live together. But when her father and this wolf-pack leader clash, she’ll have to choose a side… Mae Cogan’s father warned her off werewolves. But she stubbornly believes that humans and shifters deserve to peacefully coexist, even if dating them could be dangerous. And when she’s instantly attracted to a rugged and sexy alpha, she abandons all caution for a chance to get intimate. Damon Hale knows he must earn his pack’s respect. After his brother’s suicide, the best thing for his people would be to find his true shifter mate and show his leadership. But when an alluring human turns out to be his destiny, he fears claiming an outsider as his partner will only lead to tragedy. As Mae battles loyalty to her father and her longing to be in Damon’s arms, she starts to doubt whether it’s worth betraying family for the rough and violent ways of the wolf. And caught between protecting his own and fulfilling his needs, Damon is forced to push her away when pups start getting kidnapped. Will the fated pair give in to their passions and let love forge the strongest bond? The Marking is the captivating first book in The Moon Goddess paranormal romance series. If you like dark stories, steamy encounters, and thrilling twists and turns, then you’ll adore Destiny Diess’s enthralling tale. Buy The Marking to shift into darkness today!

**THE INSTANT #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER** "An unforgettable—and Hollywood-bound—new thriller... A mix of Hitchcockian suspense, Agatha Christie plotting, and Greek tragedy." —Entertainment Weekly The Silent Patient is a shocking psychological thriller of a woman’s act of violence against her husband—and of the therapist obsessed with uncovering her motive. Alicia Berenson’s life is seemingly perfect. A famous painter married to an in-demand fashion photographer, she lives in a grand house with big windows overlooking a park in one of London’s most desirable areas. One evening her husband Gabriel returns home late from a fashion shoot, and Alicia shoots him five times in the face, and then never speaks another word. Alicia’s refusal to talk, or give any kind of explanation, turns a domestic tragedy into something far grander, a mystery that captures the public imagination and casts Alicia into notoriety. The price of her art skyrockets, and she, the silent patient, is hidden away from the tabloids and spotlight at the Grove, a secure forensic unit in North London. Theo Faber is a criminal psychotherapist who has waited a long time for the opportunity to work with Alicia. His determination to get her to talk and unravel the mystery of why she shot her husband takes him down a twisting path into his own motivations—a search for the truth that threatens to consume him....

From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City. To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M