Mills & Boon Modern — Escape to exotic locations where passion knows no bounds. His Innocent for One Spanish Night - Carol Marinelli Determined to be bolder, photographer Emily Jacobs has left behind her unexciting life to work in stunning Spain! The sights and the music all ignite a fire in her. A fire that one sinful smile from her boss, Alejandro Romero, whips into an inferno! Alej’s desire for Emily is held at bay solely by his belief she’s too naive for someone so cynical. Yet the innocent challenges his assumption at every turn…until one passionate encounter is irresistible. The trouble is, now Alej knows exactly how electric they are together… The Baby the Desert King Must Claim - Lynne Graham When chef Claire is introduced to her elusive employer, she gets the shock of her life! Because the powerful royal that Claire has been working for is Raif…the man whose touch is seared into her memory. And father to the baby Claire’s just discovered she’s carrying! Raif will never let his child feel unwanted, like he felt. He’ll re-write the royal rulebook to ensure his heir’s happiness! But, when Claire must become his wife, will he re-write the rules of their convenient agreement to ensure her happiness too? A Secret Heir to Secure His Throne - Caitlin Crews Paris Apollo was unwillingly crowned King when his parents were murdered. Grief-stricken, he distanced himself from his people, intent on planning his revenge. Now he’s discovered a shocking secret: he has a son! A legitimate heir would mean a triumphant return to power — if Madelyn Jones will marry him… No longer wide-eyed and innocent, Madelyn refuses to be a pawn in Paris Apollo’s royal game — but each electrifying moment in his presence reminds her of their first whirlwind affair. Dare she risk her heart again as his queen? Reclaimed by His Billion-Dollar Ring - Julia James It’s been eight years since Nikos Kavadis left Calanthe Petranakos without a goodbye, but the sting feels fresh when she sees him across a crowded Athens ballroom. He once introduced her to passion. Then he shattered her trust. It’s horribly clear Calanthe is still susceptible to Nikos’s potent brand of masculinity. But even so, the Greek’s shocking proposal leaves her breathless. Because whilst agreeing to be his bride is the only way to help her ailing father, it feels like she’s walking back into the lion’s den…

Game of Thrones, one of the hottest series on television, leaves hundreds of critics divided on how "feminist" the show really is. Certainly the female characters, strong and weak, embody a variety of archetypes--widow queens, warrior women, damsels in distress, career women, priestesses, crones, mothers and maidens. However, the problem is that most of them play a single role without nuance--even the "strong women" have little to do besides strut about as one-note characters. This book analyzes the women and their portrayals one by one, along with their historical inspirations. Accompanying issues in television studies also appear, from the male gaze to depiction of race. How these characters are treated in the series and how they treat themselves becomes central, as many strip for the pleasure of men or are sacrificed as pawns. Some nude scenes or moments of male violence are fetishized and filmed to tantalize, while others show the women's trauma and attempt to identify with the scene's female perspective. The key is whether the characters break out of their traditional roles and become multidimensional.

Picture of life in a Missouri town and the adventures of an amateur detective.

The classic thriller about a hostile foreign power infiltrating American politics: “Brilliant . . . wild and exhilarating.” —The New Yorker A war hero and the recipient of the Congressional Medal of Honor, Sgt. Raymond Shaw is keeping a deadly secret—even from himself. During his time as a prisoner of war in North Korea, he was brainwashed by his Communist captors and transformed into a deadly weapon—a sleeper assassin, programmed to kill without question or mercy at his captors’ signal. Now he’s been returned to the United States with a covert mission: to kill a candidate running for US president . . . This “shocking, tense” and sharply satirical novel has become a modern classic, and was the basis for two film adaptations (San Francisco Chronicle). “Crammed with suspense.” —Chicago Tribune “Condon is wickedly skillful.” —Time

Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr. HeathcliffÕs dwelling. ÔWutheringÕ being a significant provincial adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, indeed: one may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house; and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun. Happily, the architect had foresight to build it strong: the narrow windows are deeply set in the wall, and the corners defended with large jutting stones. Before passing the threshold, I paused to admire a quantity of grotesque carving lavished over the front, and especially about the principal door; above which, among a wilderness of crumbling griffins and shameless little boys, I detected the date Ô1500,Õ and the name ÔHareton Earnshaw.Õ I would have made a few comments, and requested a short history of the place from the surly owner; but his attitude at the door appeared to demand my speedy entrance, or complete departure, and I had no desire to aggravate his impatience previous to inspecting the penetralium. One stop brought us into the family sitting-room, without any introductory lobby or passage: they call it here Ôthe houseÕ pre-eminently. It includes kitchen and parlour, generally; but I believe at Wuthering Heights the kitchen is forced to retreat altogether into another quarter: at least I distinguished a chatter of tongues, and a clatter of culinary utensils, deep within; and I observed no signs of roasting, boiling, or baking, about the huge fireplace; nor any glitter of copper saucepans and tin cullenders on the walls. One end, indeed, reflected splendidly both light and heat from ranks of immense pewter dishes, interspersed with silver jugs and tankards, towering row after row, on a vast oak dresser, to the very roof. The latter had never been under-drawn: its entire anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye, except where a frame of wood laden with oatcakes and clusters of legs of beef, mutton, and ham, concealed it. Above the chimney were sundry villainous old guns, and a couple of horse-pistols: and, by way of ornament, three gaudily-painted canisters disposed along its ledge. The floor was of smooth, white stone; the chairs, high-backed, primitive structures, painted green: one or two heavy black ones lurking in the shade. In an arch under the dresser reposed a huge, liver-coloured bitch pointer, surrounded by a swarm of squealing puppies; and other dogs haunted other recesses.

"Women, the body and primitive accumulation"--Cover.