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Not many people can say they woke up dead. Even fewer people wake up as ghosts. Guess I’m the unlucky one since no one can see or hear me, and I have no recollection of how I ended up like this. I thought I’d spend the afterlife alone… until him. The solitary man who stumbled across me during my restless wandering of the Scottish Highlands. He doesn’t want me around. I can’t seem to stay away. It turns out Ciaran has a dark secret. And I’m determined to discover exactly what he’s hiding even if it might mean the death of me all over again.

Pauly Johnson is a successful surgeon at a Melbourne hospital with a beautiful wife, a loving family - and a memory he wishes he could erase. One night, he takes a drive on a lonely road above a steep drop, determined to end it all, but before he can put his plan into action, a woman steps out of the darkness and into the path of his car. In an instant, her life is ended and his is saved. Shattered by the experience, Pauly becomes obsessed with finding out who she was and why she wanted to kill herself. But he soon finds that the answers lie shockingly close to home.

They call us The Four Horsemen. Four friends forged in fire and blood. No one knows where we came from nor how we got our name. Drake, Francis, West and I rule the financial industry like kings. Gods in our own right. We grew up with a fifth. A girl. Scarlett. She was one of us until she was ripped away from her life. The only trace of her was dust in the wind. One day she returned to the city and sought us out. Scarlett couldn’t remember who we’d been to her, but we recalled her all too well.

The lead homicide investigator in a rural town, Detective Sergeant Gemma Woodstock is deeply unnerved when a high school classmate is found strangled, her body floating in a lake. And not just any classmate, but Rosalind Ryan, whose beauty and inscrutability exerted a magnetic pull on Smithson High School, first during Rosalind's student years and then again when she returned to teach drama. As much as Rosalind's life was a mystery to Gemma when they were students together, her death presents even more of a puzzle.

Death. They call us the men who will drive the world to its knees. The Four Horsemen. A pity for them really. Prescott, West, Francis, and I are done with our masks of civility. Gods who turned on their subjects. When you unleash death, nothing can withstand it. Everything perishes in the wake of the executioner. The only things left to show for it are ash and dust.

West Greer - War They say violence is never the answer. I beg to differ. There’s no peace without a little pain. Drake, Prescott, Francis and I are monsters who live up to their name. The Four Horsemen. Gods reincarnated as men. Scarlett returned to the fold, but not as the girl we once knew. The girl I’d been obsessed with my whole life. The one I’d have given everything for. It all changed when she walked into Fortuity and gave us a run for our money.

They say you shouldn’t hoard your wealth. Those people know nothing of the power it brings. Drake, West, Prescott, and I are untouchable. The men known as the Four Horsemen. Gods ruling over our kingdom.

Three housemates. One dead, one missing and one accused of murder. Dubbed the Housemate Homicide, it's a mystery that has baffled Australians for almost a decade. Melbourne-based journalist Olive Groves worked on the story as a junior reporter and became obsessed by the case. Now, nine years later, the missing housemate turns up dead on a remote property. Oli is once again assigned to the story, this time reluctantly paired with precocious millennial podcaster Cooper Ng. As Oli and Cooper unearth new facts about the three housemates, a dark web of secrets is uncovered.

Prescott Ellis - Pestilence They call us The Four Horsemen. Four friends forged in fire and blood. No one knows where we came from nor how we got our name. Drake, Francis, West and I rule the financial industry like kings. Gods in our own right. We grew up with a fifth. A girl. Scarlett. She was one of us until she was ripped away from her life. The only trace of her was dust in the wind.

It all started one dark night. The last night I saw my family. The night I met him. The only man to haunt my every moment. I witnessed something I was never meant to see. He took me. He broke me. He made me his. And now he wants to use me to bring down my family.

Detective Sergeant Gemma Woodstock finds herself lost and alone after a recent move to Melbourne. Her new workplace is a minefield, and Detective Sergeant Nick Fleet, the partner she has been assigned, is uncommunicative and often hostile. When a homeless man is murdered and Gemma is put on the case, she can't help feeling a connection with the victim and his lonely, isolated existence. Then when actor Sterling Wade is murdered in the middle of an action-packed shot, Gemma and Nick have to put aside their differences to unravel the mysteries surrounding the actor's life and death.

It started when they stole me from my life. The daughter of a crime lord who ruled with an iron fist. The heir to a family of blood and ruin. They left only a whisper of a name in the air. Il Diavolo. A man whose reputation preceded him. Ruthless. Merciless. Cunning. The one they called the Devil. He was as beautiful as he was terrifying. Except I wasn't scared of him or his three friends. They might want to use me in their quest for revenge, but they picked the wrong girl. Or maybe I was the right one and none of us knew it quite yet.

Soliciting a stranger online to fulfil my ultimate fantasy is probably crazy as hell. If you asked me what I was thinking, I wouldn't be able to tell you. All I knew was I needed this before I could move on with my life. Enter Dominic. The most sinfully attractive man I've ever laid eyes on and that's just his profile picture. His promise to fulfil my wildest dreams and his sultry, authoritative voice set my world on fire. How could a girl resist?

It started when I chose to remain with them. The ones who took me from my life and changed all the rules. The chains binding me to my family loosened their hold. Little did I know that by taking me, Quinn and his friends began the long process of setting me free. And even as I got closer to the boys, the past always held us back. Keeping our feelings at bay. The questions plagued me. Where did my loyalties lie? Who could I trust? And the biggest one of all. Could I really go against everything I knew to be with the four people who kept me captive to use me against my father?

It started with the war. The war we'd wage upon the very man who'd raised me. The war which would either tear us apart or keep us together. We'd finally found our way to each other. The five of us gave in. It'd been inevitable from the start. Desire had forged us, but it was love which set us free. Made us into what we were. A family drenched in blood.Everything had built up to this moment. Our final fight for survival. Our final battle against corruption.

It started with an impossible choice. One I had no wish to make from a person I'd only just come to know. So many of our decisions had led up to this moment. Perhaps it was the way we'd come together which threw my life so off balance. Leaving me with the final say in a matter I wanted no part of. We had to draw up the battle lines. Change our fates. Or we'd all crash and burn. It wasn't a case of if we'd fight for survival, it was when. When would he come after us? When would he try to destroy us? When would he decide I wasn't worth saving any longer?

The power of hashtag activism became clear in 2011, when #IranElection served as an organizing tool for Iranians protesting a disputed election and offered a global audience a front-row seat to a nascent revolution. Since then, activists have used a variety of hashtags to advocate, mobilize, and communicate. In this book, Sarah Jackson, Moya Bailey, and Brooke Foucault Welles explore how and why Twitter has become an important platform for historically disenfranchised populations, including Black Americans, women, and transgender people.

Him. I wanted to take them all down. I had everything under control. Then she walked into my life. And turned my world upside down. She changed me. She was the light in the darkness. I was her avenging angel. Until I ruined everything. Her. I wanted to be his everything. The one who took me. He showed me their darkest secrets. He taught me their twisted ways. I fell for him and fell hard. I was ready to destroy them all. Until he destroyed me.

It started when they betrayed me. The ones who I'd come to trust. The ones I was starting to love. My world flipped upside down and nothing is as it seems. Everything was unravelling before my eyes, tearing us apart while pulling us closer together. I'm caught between two worlds. The one I grew up in and the one Id' started to forge with the boys. Everything came to a grinding halt when long hidden secrets came to light. The truth changed the rules and made us realize nothing in life is ever as it seems.

Another nightshift. Another fight in a club. Friday nights in Central London were always trouble. Running across a redheaded siren who couldn't keep her eyes off me? That wasn't a usual occurrence. Amelia Williams. Her hazel eyes told me she'd love it if I did filthy things to her. I'd be playing with fire if I crossed a line and contacted her whilst I'm on duty, but somehow, I can't stop myself. I have to have this woman on her knees for me.