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Estingai barely pulled herself from the rubble of the Deathknight’s attack, but she has no time for grief. She must finish what she and her husband had started and unite the disparate factions of the resistance and lead them off their dying world. When the other factions resist her efforts, Estingai must decide how far she is willing to go, who, if anyone, she can trust to help her, and if she can take up the mantle of the Last Knight and lead them to salvation.

It started out as a hit. One bullet. One man. My orders are clear—get close to the mafia heir, Eli Monti, play with his head, and wait for the signal to end it. End him. I thought he would be my easiest mark yet. But somehow I'm the one being played. Eli always gets what he wants, and now, he wants me. His vengeful proposal isn't a request. It's a demand. When you play games with a man who's been mastering them all his life, you learn some new tricks. Top of the list: Find the best way to kill my fake fiancé.

Meeting the arrogant billionaire whom I immediately despise is bad enough. But when he offers me a dream job in Manhattan, I'm sure it's fate. Something about him I can't shake, and it's right beneath the surface. Sure, he's off limits as my friend's older brother, but he shows up everywhere I turn. My job. My hotel. My heart. He always knows where to find me, and now, I'm in too deep, caught between the lure of his promises and the shadows of his lies. While he may be the best tracker in the world, I'm not his target. So why does it feel like I am?

Brought to you by Penguin. I want to write a book about Vilhelm’s room and the events which took place in it, or arose from it; those that led to Lise’s death, which I have survived only so that I might write down the story of her and Vilhelm... The ripples from a breakup radiate outwards...

Tara Selter has lived the eighteenth of November 1,143 times when she notices a break in the pattern; a man has changed his shirt. The man is Henry Dale and he remembers all the days that have come before. He knows that time has fallen out of joint. Now they are two of a kind: trapped in the eighteenth of November, but no longer alone. Together they learn to share their present; their voices grow hoarse recounting their small battles against it and their bewilderment at the disintegrating world.

Our worlds shouldn't cross. I'm a performer in the spotlight, and he's the monster people in the underworld fear most. He's someone who doesn't feel, let alone touch another person. The thought revolts him, so much so that he always wears gloves. So why can't I seem to stay away from him? And why is he able to touch only me?

I was destined to marry another man when I first met Dawson. He was charming, deadly, and everything my father hated. And I lived by my father's rule, which happens when he's a king of the underworld. That was until I managed to escape and somehow straight into the arms of the man who sells your desires for a living. Did I have a price? Or was he willing to share me for free?

Here are twenty-four original short pieces of fiction on the theme of sex, by twenty-four prominent authors living in Canada. Heather O'Neill, Lisa Moore, Michael Winter, Zoe Whittall, Pasha Malla, francesca ekwuyasi, Drew Hayden Taylor, Tamara Faith Berger, and Susan Swan are among these. But we won't tell you who wrote what.