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I never meant to kiss a stranger. But when my horrible ex stormed into the bar looking for me, I panicked. I grabbed the closest man and pulled his face down for a kiss … and he kissed me back. His arms locked around me in a strong, protective embrace, and I felt safe—until my sleeve slipped and he saw the bruises. That’s when his expression turned lethal. They say a brutal past hardened Colt Stone against love and attachment.

Are you a psychologist or mental health professional who is in need of a huge drink and a debrief? Are you a client of a psychologist and ever wondered exactly what your therapist thinks and if they like you? Are you someone who is interested in knowing more about the field of psychology? If you answered yes to any of these then this podcast is for you. Join Anna Oliver twice a month as she talks real talk with psychologists around Australia discussing all things mental health, professional and personal challenges and tips and tricks of staying healthy and inspired.

House of Nerds ist der IT-Podcast aus der Cybersicherheitshochburg Darmstadt. Ob Fake News, Darknet, Datenschutz, Krypto oder neue Hacker*innen-Angriffe - wir, Anna Spiegel und Oliver Küch, sprechen für Euch mit Forschenden über spannende aktuelle Themen aus der IT-Sicherheit. Fundierte Informationen zu Stand und Entwicklung von Technik und Wissenschaft.

24 Tage, 24 Stimmen, eine Geschichte: Kreative Köpfe aus der Hörregion Hannover nehmen euch mit auf „Martas hörlich-verrückte Reise“. Alle Autorinnen und Autoren, Songwriterinnen und Songwriter und Poetry-Slammerinnen und -Slammer hatten jeweils 24 Stunden Zeit, ihre Folgen zu erfinden und zu Gehör zu bringen. Einzige Bedingung: ein vorgegebenes lautmalerisches Wort einzubauen – vom Glöckchenklingeln über Affengebrüll bis zum Schalldämpfer. Schauspielerin und Musikerin Denise M’Baye umrahmt die 2-3minütigen Kapitel als Gastgeberin. Präsentiert von der Hörregion Hannover ...

He was definitely trouble, and the worst kind of trouble because he was wrapped up in an incredible package of muscles, ink and heartbreak. A guy like him was the last thing I needed now. A guy like Colt Stone was the last thing I ever needed.

She could be standing in a sea of beautiful women and hers would be the only face I saw. It was something I would have told her if I hadn't been such a fool. But I was a fool.

She was gone. She’d been so unreal, I almost wondered if I'd just imagined her. But her sweet perfume still lingered on my skin and on the sheets. I couldn't get rid of the disappointing feeling that kept inching into my gut knowing that I wasn't ever going to see her again.