Showing results for "Rosalie" in Genre Fiction

When Lydia finds the courage to start a new life, she grapples with the legacy of a disinterested family, her own inadequacies and disappointments in love. A fragile stranger, himself recovering from a mysterious trauma, becomes the first of Lydia’s new friends. When she joins a sewing group and meets the gorgeous Jonathan, events take a turn that none of them could have anticipated.

Margery Blandon was always a principled woman who found guidance from the wisdom of desktop calendars. She lived quietly in Gold Street, Brunswick, for 60 years until events drove her to the 43rd floor of the Tropic Hotel. As she waits for the crowds in the atrium far below to disperse, she contemplates what went wrong. Her best friend kept an astonishing secret from her, and she can't trust the home help. It's possible her firstborn son has betrayed her, that her second son might have committed a crime and her only daughter is trying to kill her.

Phoeba Crupp is a gal of inconveniently independent tendencies, to the concern of her mother and her sisters although not of her father - an eccentric ex-accountant who moved his family from the city to a small farm in rural Australia in order to establish a vineyard - a decision Phoeba's mother bitterly (and loudly) resents. But Phoeba has loved it since the day they arrived. While her sister makes a play for the local squatter's son, Phoeba is content with her best friend Harriet, until circumstances push her towards the world of men and money.

The last few years have been punishingly dry, especially for the farmers, but otherwise, it's all Neralie Mackintosh's fault. If she'd never left town then her ex, the hapless but extremely eligible Mitchell Bishop, would never have fallen into the clutches of the truly awful Mandy, who now lords it over everyone as if she owns the place. So, now that Neralie has returned to run the local pub, the whole town is determined to reinstate her to her rightful position in the social order.

New York City, 1962. Vera Kelly is struggling to make rent and blend into the underground gay scene in Greenwich Village. She's working night shifts at a radio station when her quick wits, sharp tongue, and technical skills get her noticed by a recruiter for the CIA. Next thing she knows she's in Argentina, tasked with wiretapping a congressman and infiltrating a group of student activists in Buenos Aires. When a betrayal leaves her stranded in the wake of a coup, Vera learns the Cold War makes for strange and unexpected bedfellows.

Do wartemborskiego palacu, obecnie funkcjonujacego jako hotel, przyjezdzaja goscie: pisarz zainteresowany historia drugiej wojny swiatowej, emerytowany architekt o nienagannych manierach, roztargniona, samotna dziewczyna, sympatyczne starsze malzenstwo, wscibska pani Róza z mezem pantoflarzem i tajemniczy milosnicy wedkowania, którzy znikaja na cale dnie.

L’histoire que je vais vous raconter se déroule dans Bellechasse, ma terre natale. On est en 1931. Eva et Hormidas, mariés depuis vingt ans, sont toujours aussi amoureux. Mais pour la première fois, un frette à faire péter les clous dans les murs s’installe entre eux. L’origine de cette chicane aux proportions bibliques ? Les agissements de leur fille Aline, maladivement jalouse de sa jumelle Alice à la jambe de bois.

Saint-Eustache, 1957. La famille Delorme est tissée serrée. Les parents, heureux propriétaires du dépanneur de quartier sont épaulés par Rosalie, la cadette de la famille. Au gré des rencontres quotidienne, la jeune femme adore s'enquérir des nouvelles des uns et des autres. Généreuse et toujours prête à aider, Rosalie est tout naturellement la première à prendre soin de sa soeur Suzanne, née avec une déficience intellectuelle.

Phoeba Crupp is a gal of inconveniently independent tendencies, to the concern of her mother and her sisters although not of her father - an eccentric ex-accountant who moved his family from the city to a small farm in rural Australia in order to establish a vineyard - a decision Phoeba's mother bitterly (and loudly) resents. But Phoeba has loved it since the day they arrived. While her sister makes a play for the local squatter's son, Phoeba is content with her best friend Harriet, until circumstances push her towards the world of men and money.

1872: Clara Winterfeld hat Hals über Kopf Berlin und ihre Familie verlassen, um sich und ihre Tochter Celia an Bord eines alten Teeklippers vor dem wütenden Ehemann Franz in Sicherheit zu bringen. Ihr fernes Ziel ist Japan, wo sie mit ihrer großen Liebe Akeno einen Teegarten bewirtschaften und endlich glücklich sein will. Als Akeno nicht wie verabredet im Hafen von Nagasaki auf sie wartet, macht Clara sich auf die Suche nach dem Geliebten – und findet ihn seltsam verändert und abweisend in seinem durch ein Feuer zerstörten Teegarten.

Un secret de famille, un destin de femme au cœur de la France de 1925. Jeanne réussira-t-elle à conquérir son émancipation et sa liberté ? Automne 1997. Élisa, émue, déambule dans La Ferme des Marais. L'endroit est plein des souvenirs de son enfance et des fantômes de sa famille disparue. Parmi des vieux papiers, elle tombe sur une lettre de sa grand-mère Jeanne et se plonge dans sa lecture. En 1925, Jeanne a 18 ans, rêve de Paris, de devenir infirmière et bien sûr d'amour. Mais son monde est celui de son petit village de paysans.

Each of the stories that make up "Damage" represent a new take on the theme of difference and strangeness in human life. There are elements of traditional horror, fantasy and the supernatural, but also of beauty, humour, compassion and love. "Damage" explores the fragility of life and love and how they can sometimes survive against the odds, despite the damage that is done to them.

D’abord présentées sur les ondes d’Énergie puis de Rouge FM, les chroniques de Rosalie Bonenfant ont conquis des dizaines de milliers d’auditeurs. Tantôt mordantes et cyniques, tantôt intimistes et sensibles, les « humeurs » de Rosalie ne rejoignent pas que les gens de sa génération mais tous les Québécois, de l’adolescent au boomer… à l’exception de quelques « matantes » indignées par son ton direct ou la crudité d’un thème ou d’un mot.

When I rouse from my trance-like state, I have no idea where I am or what’s going on. Fortunately for me, my mother is able to lead me back home, but not without revealing a few complications…Rowan and Gregory are both trapped in the other world and are being held captive by a powerful warlock with an affinity for “collecting” people. But the icing on the cake is when my deceased great-grandmother Linda decides to pay me a visit - and delivers a warning - that will turn my topsy-turvy world even further inside out!

Rosalie, die jüngste der Schwestern, kann es gar nicht abwarten, endlich in den Stand der Ehe zu treten. Doch woher einen Verehrer nehmen und nicht stehlen? Francis Bennett, der zukünftige Earl of De Lacy, den Rosalie ins Herz geschlossen hat, heiratet eine andere. Jonathan Babington, mittlerweile der Earl of Conteville, kümmert sich um Rosalie, doch er scheint nur an ihrer Gesellschaft interessiert. Als Rosalie dem Earl of Grafton begegnet, ist sie wie gefangen, von seinem Charisma.

People like an open fire, if they can be bothered with all the work it entails - cleaning out the grate, scrunching up newspaper, laying the kindling, fetching in the fuel. All that effort is worth it to sit and watch the flames dancing, to feel the real heat warm you through.

The 'Wetland Watch' had been widely advertised, so Jack was surprised when only four people came. He had spent the morning sweeping out the hide before going on his rounds and couldn't help but feel a small stab of disappointment at the low turn-out.

I first came across the boy in the supermarket; he was eating an apple from the pile. I said 'You are supposed to pay for that,' and then realised what a killjoy that made me.

The message is hand written on a scrap of paper stuffed in an envelope. It reads: 'Are you blind to the truth?' I study the shaky capitals, attempting to winkle out some clue about the sender, then I stow it in the filing drawer with the others. The messages are delivered when I'm out. They lie on the doormat waiting for me in their cheap manila envelopes, the flap tucked in rather than stuck down.

Luke found it difficult to sleep during the late summer nights. Half the city seemed to be awake and partying outside until the early hours of the morning. Tonight he was resentful that he was both kept awake and not partying him-self, although it was a fact that he could have gone out on the town if he had wanted to.