Bøger i Hope Island serien

Han kom for at bygge en hytte og smadrede en hel verden. John er en dagdriver med en drøm om at skrive en stor roman. Da han ser en stillingsannonce med overskriften ”Handymand søges”, ser han sin chance. I en afsidesliggende by på en vindomsust skotsk ø, venter et gods med et forfaldent hus, som skal renoveres. Her bor en lord på randen af ruin, en kærlighedshungrende lady og en øbefolkning, der drømmer om mere frihed og højere løn. I sin stjålne bil og med en lånt værktøjskasse ankommer John med håb om endelig at kunne skrive sit mesterværk. Men intet er som han troede. I byen møder han den 23 årige Heather som, mod alle odds, driver pubben hun har arvet. Der kommer færre og færre gæster og Heather venter på et mirakel, måske i form af en ung mand med en rød skrivemaskine, en mand som kommer til byen og forandrer alt. Jöns Hellsings debutroman er en charmerende feelgood-fortælling om en ung mand, dervia snoede veje finder hjem i livet. Bogen er første del af Hope Island- triologien, som udspiller sig i Storbritannien, i perioden hvor landet styres af jernladyen Margaret Thatcher.

Love may just be the most dangerous game of all. RILEYIf history has taught me anything, it's that blood's definitely not thicker than water, whereas my profession as a youth worker, helping troubled teens affected by crime, seems to only further solidify that belief. However, it's hard to cut your familial ties when all your mistakes stare back at you in the eyes of the woman you're not meant to love. She was too young, and ethically speaking, our relationship would have been taboo at best. So I shoved those feelings down, convinced I was doing the right thing. Especially for her. That is, until the past comes calling back, threatening both the life I've worked so hard to build and the woman I've tried to forget. SIENNAAfter a less-than-stellar upbringing, despite the best efforts of my big brother turned guardian, I've tried to stay out of trouble and make new friends. Better friends. But how do you ever recover from the type of wounds that just won't stop bleeding? How do you move on from rejection, when it's reflected back at you from across the dinner table? That's easy. You don't. Instead, I've avoided him, his family and even my own. All in the name of self-preservation. Little did I realize that the strongest emotional walls can come crumbling down, when I once again find myself face to face with the worst of my youthful indiscretions. Avoidance no longer a viable option, can I trust him to protect not only my life but my poorly stitched heart? Sometimes love is worth a little danger. Trigger Warning: Mentions of suicide, past and present emotional traumas, treated and untreated mental illnesses as well as histories of sexual assault.

Falling in love might just be the best and worst thing for my emotional health. GRACE As a dietician, I'm passionate about one thing: finding a way to promote healthy eating habits. I want the public to realize they don't have to sacrifice flavor for nutrition. It's possible to have both. When I'm presented with the opportunity of a lifetime, the only thing standing in my way is the egotistical, infuriating, admittedly attractive chef cradling my dream in his hands. AVERY All I want is to create my culinary art. In peace. And away from the BS complicating my life. I finally have a chance to escape the shadows that have haunted me for years. I just have to complete one more job-work some fancy cooking gig while spying on one of my new colleagues. Sounds easy enough, until I meet the woman who somehow becomes both the bane of my existence and my saving grace. But I can't afford to get distracted. It's not just my wellbeing on the line. Things are getting hot in the kitchen. Will they get burned, or will love warm their hearts? Trigger Warning: Mentions of sexual assault.

Why does forbidden fruit always taste the sweetest? JARRYD As a doctor, I take my promise "to do no harm" very seriously, which is how I find myself pressured into court-ordered therapy. I might have to sit on her couch and listen to her probing questions, all while imagining her long legs wrapped around my waist or draped over my shoulders, but that doesn't mean I have to bare my soul. APRIL I've been slaving away at the local clinic, biding my time until I can register as a private therapist. Nothing is going to take my eyes off the prize. Not even the sexy new patient lounging on the couch in my office. Sure, he's hot, and I'd like to take him for a spin. But the price of crossing that professional line is too high, and the cost is my dream. When the truth reveals itself, will they keep their forbidden promise? Or will it shatter, along with their hearts?