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I know my way around the bedroom and the playroom, so I should have known that flirting with my older—and dominant—boss was a recipe for disaster. But by the time I realize I'm in over my head with the disgustingly rich and perfectly commanding Robert McAvoy, it's too late to turn back. I want him and I crave the way he makes me feel, even if it's confusing and threatens everything about the life I've built for myself. I'm not a submissive. I'm not meek and I'm not mild, but when Rob is around it's easy to see the appeal in all of those things.

Diplomacy by other means may, at times, sound heroic. A fight for principles and ideals carried out by young men armed to the teeth and directed by older men in pursuit of their own version of glory for themselves and their Nations. Right will triumph over wrong. But war can be an illusion, stirred up by schemers and opportunists to take something from other nations that may or may not be right. As blood and limb are sacrificed the true cost is seen but often set to one side as the dispute becomes embedded in emotions and reason falls away.

Como fiel reflejo de la sociedad en que se desarrolla, la literatura muestra los cambios y terrenos que ha ganado la mujer a lo largo de la historia. Aún queda mucho camino que recorrer pero Medea, Sherezade, Morella, Madame Bovary e, incluso, Lisbeth Salander han ayudado a defender y reivindicar los derechos de la mujer.

A Mer prince on the run from an arranged marriage and a melancholic vampire don’t have much in common, but fate doesn’t care about that kind of thing. Adrian has three days. After fleeing his palace in the depths of the ocean, Adrian finds himself on land, with legs, and in the arms of Chad Bonaventure, a twenty-four (or four) year-old vampire who would rather be anywhere besides alive--or alive adjacent, as it were. Chad has forever.

The inevitable is understood by each and every one of us who faces the final calling. So too are the effects on those left behind. The memories are there but the empty space, the void can never be refilled. It remains a dark, unreliable pit of loneliness. The sadness and often depression, the lack of will to continue may swamp us all. Unquenchable, undeniable. But loss can, after mourning, give the opportunity to reappraise the lost and how we can each move forward. In the literary world an accessible balance can be given.