Del largo adiós al encuentro

Hay tres reglas si uno quiere sobrevivir en tiempos de estrés. La primera es respirar profundamente. La segunda, contar hasta diez. Y la tercera, comer chocolate. Lucy, Autumn, Nadia y Chantal apenas tienen tiempo de contar hasta diez antes de abalanzarse sobre este sustitutivo del sexo. Y es que sus vidas sentimentales son un desastre: a Lucy la felicidad de que su jefe Aidan le declare su amor le dura un suspiro; el novio de Autumn va a conocer a sus padres; el marido de Nadia jura que ya ha dejado de robar, pero ella no le cree, y Chantal está intentando salvar su matrimonio. Por suerte, ...

The fate of three women, the opportunity to start over. It is the sixties and Maite, a young woman from the Barcelona aristocracy, decides to break with the conventions of the time and begins a new life in Paris. She flees a troubled past and a fate that haunts her. Years later, Teresa, her daughter, returns to Paris, her hometown, accompanied by little Lucia, a girl of special sensitivity. There she tries to put words to the silences and secrets of a family that always remained in the shadows. On her return to Paris, she delves into the intertwined destinies of three women from the same...

¡Un reencuentro explosivo! La prima ballerina Anya Ilyushin bailaba todas las noches para Roman Zverev, el hombre que le robó una vez el corazón antes de hacérselo añicos. Anya había enterrado los pedazos detrás de un muro impenetrable, pero, cuando Roman se presentó en su camerino como si no hubiese pasado nada, su atracción descontrolada se reavivó... Un desenfreno indómito se escondía detrás de la riqueza y sofisticación de Roman, no sentía nada civilizado hacia Anya. Se marchó antes de que el anhelo pudiera aniquilarlos a los dos, pero los recuerdos estaban grabados en su...

Tessa and her kind are sick and tired of being the victims. Now is payback time! "Shooting pool all by yourself can be fun for a little while, but it gets boring in the end, and I had been doing it for two days in a row now. All I knew was that this was where the recruiter was likely to show up. I hoped that my platinum blond hair and my innocent blue eyes would be enticing enough for him to hit on me; otherwise, I would have to find another way. But wait a minute--you have no idea what this is all about, right? And you may be wondering what blond hair and blue eyes I'm blabbering about when...