High school nemeses fall in love in this queer YA rom com perfect for fans of Becky Albertalli and Casey McQuiston. After losing spectacularly to her ex-girlfriend in their first game since their break up, Scottie Zajac gets into a fender bender with the worst possible person: her nemesis, the incredibly beautiful and incredibly mean Irene Abraham. Things only get worse when their nosey, do-gooder moms get involved and the girls are forced to carpool together until Irene’s car gets out of the shop. Their bumpy start the only gets bumpier the more time they spend together. But when an opportunity presents itself for Scottie to get back at her toxic ex (and climb her school’s social ladder at the same time), she bribes Irene into playing along. Hijinks, heartbreak, and gay fake-dating scheme for the ages. From author Kelly Quindlen comes a new laugh-out-loud romp through the ups and downs of teen romance.

If someone were to ask Jasmine Santos to describe the last few years of her life with a single word, it would definitely be a four-letter one. After seventeen years-and countless broken bones and broken promises-she knows her window to compete in figure skating is coming to a close. But when the offer of a lifetime comes in from an arrogant idiot she's spent the last decade dreaming about pushing in the way of a moving bus, Jasmine might have to reconsider everything. Including Ivan Lukov.

The “masterful, inspiring, and full of heart” (Ali Hazelwood, New York Times bestselling author) Jackie Lau returns with a thoroughly unique love story about a woman reliving the same Friday over and over again—and the intriguing man who can’t quite remember her. Noelle Tom really shouldn’t have eaten those dumplings at the night market. But the old lady at the stall said they’d give her what she needed most, and what Noelle desperately needed after another long workweek was food. Except now she’s reliving the same Friday over and over. Every morning her alarm goes off at 6:45 no matter what, the Wordle answer is always “happy,” and she watches a silly squirrel video go viral day after day. And no matter how much she works on the same proposal, it’s always erased when she wakes up. It seems Monday will never come in this workaholic’s worst nightmare. Noelle has no idea how being trapped in a time loop is the “thing she needed most,” especially now that everything seems meaningless. Sure, three fancy meals in a row is a fun treat, but it’s getting repetitive. Noelle’s not sure what lesson the old lady was trying to impart. Even a trip to the dumpling stall doesn’t help…because there’s no sign of it. But then she meets a young woman who also ate the dumplings, and good-looking Cam, who appears in multiple places on her Friday. While he seems to have no memory of their encounters, there are signs he might be the key to getting un-stuck. But Noelle will have to put work aside and live a little in order to make him notice her. As their flirtation progresses, Noelle begins to worry that if she ever gets to turn the calendar page, Cam won’t know who she is and her life may never return to what it was before that fateful Friday…

A dangerous alliance between a Vampyre bride and an Alpha Werewolf becomes a love deep enough to sink your teeth into in this new paranormal romance. Misery Lark, the only daughter of the most powerful Vampyre councilman of the Southwest, is an outcast—again. Her days of living in anonymity among the Humans are over: she has been called upon to uphold a historic peacekeeping alliance between the Vampyres and their mortal enemies, the Weres, and she sees little choice but to surrender herself in the exchange—again... Weres are ruthless and unpredictable, and their Alpha, Lowe Moreland, is no exception. He rules his pack with absolute authority, but not without justice. And, unlike the Vampyre Council, not without feeling. It’s clear from the way he tracks Misery’s every movement that he doesn’t trust her. If only he knew how right he was…. Because Misery has her own reasons to agree to this marriage of convenience, reasons that have nothing to do with politics or alliances, and everything to do with the only thing she's ever cared about. And she is willing to do whatever it takes to get back what’s hers, even if it means a life alone in Were territory…alone with the wolf.

Eve Brown is a certified hot mess. No matter how hard she strives to do right, her life always goes horribly wrong—so she’s given up trying. But when her personal brand of chaos ruins an expensive wedding (someone had to liberate those poor doves), her parents draw the line. It's time for Eve to grow up and prove herself—even though she's not entirely sure how… Jacob Wayne is in control. Always. The bed and breakfast owner’s on a mission to dominate the hospitality industry—and he expects nothing less than perfection. So when a purple-haired tornado of a woman turns up out of the blue to interview for his open chef position, he tells her the brutal truth: not a chance in hell. Then she hits him with her car—supposedly by accident. Yeah, right. Now his arm is broken, his B&B is understaffed, and the dangerously unpredictable Eve is fluttering around, trying to help. Before long, she’s infiltrated his work, his kitchen—and his spare bedroom. Jacob hates everything about it. Or rather, he should. Sunny, chaotic Eve is his natural-born nemesis, but the longer these two enemies spend in close quarters, the more their animosity turns into something else. Like Eve, the heat between them is impossible to ignore—and it’s melting Jacob’s frosty exterior.

È quasi un capriccio, uno scherzo, quello di tagliarsi i baffi, da parte del protagonista di questo inquietante romanzo. Ma ci sono scherzi (Milan Kundera insegna) che possono avere conseguenze anche molto gravi. Il nostro non più baffuto eroe si troverà infatti proiettato di colpo – lui che voleva solo fare una sorpresa alla moglie – in un universo da incubo: perché tutti quelli che lo conoscono da anni, e la mo­glie per prima, affermano di non averli mai visti, quei baffi, e che dunque nella sua faccia niente è cambiato. Il mondo co­mincia allora ad apparirgli «fuor di squa­dra», e il confine tra la realtà e la sua im­maginazione sempre più sfumato. Del­le due l’una: o è pazzo, o è vittima di un mostruoso complotto, ordito dalla moglie con la complicità di amici e colleghi, per convincerlo che è pazzo. Non gli resta che fuggire, il più lontano possibile. Ma ser­virà? O non è altro, la fuga stessa, che il punto di non ritorno? Per nessun lettore sarà facile ripensare a questo libro – in cui ritroviamo le atmosfere visionarie e para­noiche di quel Philip K. Dick sul quale Emmanuel Carrère ha scritto con illumi­nante finezza – senza un brivido di turba­mento.

«A cosa pensa una donna quando, assordata dalle voci di tutti, capisce all’improvviso di aver soffocato la propria?» In pochi come Matteo Bussola sanno raccontare, con tanta delicatezza e profondità, le contraddizioni dei rapporti umani. In pochi sanno cogliere con tale pudore il nostro desiderio e la nostra paura di essere felici. Una donna sola che in tarda età scopre l’amore. Una figlia che lotta per riuscire a perdonare sua madre. Una ragazza che invece non vuole figli, perché non sopporterebbe il loro dolore. Una vedova che scrive al marito. Una sedicenne che si innamora della sua amica del cuore. Un’anziana che confida alla badante un terribile segreto. Le eroine di questo libro non hanno nulla di eroico, sono persone comuni, potrebbero essere le nostre vicine di casa, le nostre colleghe, nostra sorella, nostra figlia, potremmo essere noi. Fragili e forti, docili e crudeli, inquiete e felici, amano e odiano quasi sempre con tutte sé stesse, perché considerano l’amore l’occasione decisiva. Cadono, come tutti, eppure resistono, come il rosmarino quando sfida il gelo dell’inverno che tenta di abbatterlo, e rinasce in primavera nonostante le cicatrici. Un romanzo in cui si intrecciano storie ordinarie ed eccezionali, che ci toccano, ci interrogano, ci commuovono. «Ho deciso di scrivere di donne perché non sono una donna. Perché ho la sensazione di conoscerle sempre poco, anche se vivo con quattro di loro. E perché è più utile scrivere di ciò che vuoi conoscere meglio, invece di ciò che credi di conoscere già».