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  Welcome to Camp Lakeview. As the camp nurse at a behavioral rehabilitation camp for troubled pre-teens, I’m supposed to handle split lips, heatstroke, and campers who’d rather die than spend their summer here. Nothing I can’t handle. Camp Lakeview is where rich parents send their kids when they’re trying to keep them out of trouble. The rest are wards of the state, dropped here when there’s nowhere else to put them. Either way, everyone arrives with a file, including me. Then, there’s Wesley. He’s one of the counselors, equipped with a pretty smile and watchful eyes. He’s harmless. Flirty? Sure. Dangerous? Hardly. That is, until someone turns up dead. The town sheriff claims it was an accident. The camp director won’t listen to my suspicions, but Wesley knows exactly what—and who—I’m afraid of. And he doesn’t just want revenge. He wants me . My Review I was drawn to this book because of the eighties slasher vibes. I love horror/slasher books. You throw in oldie horror themes and ...

  High in the mountains, where dawn arrives as a whispered blessing and silence moves through stone corridors like breath, stands the Ninth Temple — a place shaped by ritual, patience, and the quiet grace of handmade work. In this gentle, meditative story, you follow the a woman who rises before first light and tends a loom that has served generations of seekers. Her workroom overlooks a valley of drifting mist, and those who come to sit in the chair across from her speak no words. They offer only presence, a kind of prayer, and the threads beneath her hands shift in response. Spirals soften. Colours open. Patterns emerge that reflect the silent emotions of the visitors who come seeking peace, understanding, or the steadying rhythm of being witnessed without judgment. Morning, afternoon, and dusk unfold through small, tender the hush of temple bells, the warmth of a single oil lamp, the breath of cedar-scented air passing through carved wooden screens. As the day deepens, the templ...

  Persecuting witches? Didn’t that fall out of fashion in the seventeenth century? Toby has always imagined so. Why then is his great friend Mabel the hedge witch—a witch who actually lives in a hedge—coming in for so much strife from her local community? That would be because a popular young man has been found dead and all the signs indicate a ritualistic murder. When the police fail to identify a suspect, the locals need somewhere to pin the blame and therefore scapegoat poor Mabel. From the tone of the letters to the local newspaper, and the posts on Facebook, anyone would think Britain was returning to a time of burning and pillorying! When Mabel’s elderly cat Merrybutton reaches out in anguish, spellbound hound Toby can’t refuse. There’s something grimly fiendish at work here and Toby will need all of his cunning, wiles, magic and sass to get to the bottom of it and unearth the killer! My Review Toby and Sal are like Sherlock and Holmes. I love them together. I am so happy to ...

  GINA For over half a century, he’s watched me from the shadows. With each hour we’re held prisoner, temptation draws me closer to my dark protector. The Shaughnessys know our secret. They’ve allied with the feds to destroy the Italian Mafia and prove we’re blood demons. To prevent a war and protect our people, we plan our escape. But Vito Balistreri—the infamous Valenzano enforcer—is an apex predator whose ruthless energy awakens my primal instincts, enticing the deviant parts of myself I buried long ago. I have to remain in control, because what no one knows is that I’m just as deadly. VITO Power. Passion. Restraint. She’s the light in my darkness. I failed her once. I won’t fail her again. War is brewing, and we’re on the front lines of the first battle. Against the Irish mob. Against the feds. Against anyone who’d persecute our people. They don’t know it yet, but the men who kidnapped us are already dead. It’s just a matter of time. I wait for the right moment to strike, becau...

  Sammie Junior Sin City. Is there anywhere better in the world to be? Everything is right here in Las Vegas. And when you’re at the top, nothing is out of reach. Not even the hot little blonde who’s currently dancing on my bar. The moment I see her, I know she’s going to be mine. For one night. When I wake up alone, the last thing I should do is track her down for one more… Poppy When your best friend wants a bachelorette weekend in Las Vegas, that’s exactly what you give her. Being the life of the party isn’t a hardship for me. Fun is practically my middle name. I’m always down for a good time. Which is exactly why I take the tall, dark, ridiculously handsome stranger up on his offer of a night I’ll never forget. It’s also why I hop, skip, and jump town the very next morning. Because anything after one night is not my idea of fun. My Review I love Poppy. Although, I will admit that I am her best friend, who is embarrassed that Poppy is on top of a table in the bar dancing. As soo...

  A quiet journey unfolds across a vast snow covered valley, where each step carries the traveller toward a distant hut beneath a fading winter sky. This sleep story for adults follows a steady, unhurried rhythm, shaped by the soft compression of snow, the stillness of open space, and the quiet presence of fading light. As the landscape stretches wide and silent, the mind begins to settle into a natural pace, gently guided toward rest. The valley holds no urgency. Breath slows, footsteps repeat, and the world narrows to simple elements of snow, distance, and movement. Within this calm, the story creates space for peaceful sleep and relaxing sleep, allowing the listener to drift without effort. As evening approaches and snowfall deepens, the distant hut becomes more than a destination. It stands as a quiet point of focus, offering the promise of warmth, shelter, and stillness at the edge of night. Designed as a bedtime story for adults, this audiobook uses soft, descriptive language...