As Cody moves into a public high school dominated by vocal non-Christians who challenge his beliefs, he finds himself reluctant to speak up in defense of his faith---or even to admit he is a Christian. Views: 60
Delicious, funny and touching final installment of Emma Hamilton's struggles to become a mother. Just as Emma and her husband James become parents of eight-month-old Russian baby, Yuri, they also find out that Emma is pregnant. Emma discovers that having her dreams come true brings a whole new set of problems as she is faced with well-meaning friends and family - and not-so-well-meaning maternity nazis - telling her how to be a mother. Only her wonderful calm long-suffering husband, a mad family that makes her look like the down-to-earth sensible one, and fantastic friends whose lives are even crazier than her own, keep Emma from losing it, and in the end she comes through with her usual mix of humour, good-natured hysteria and real heart. Views: 60
Switching Control
Ann Jacobs
Book 2 in the Club Rio Brava series.
Dr. Tom Latimer is into major kink. A respected member of San Antonio society, he needs a mate who can not only satisfy his Dominant sexual needs but also act as a life partner, submissive lover, companion and friend. He’s about to throw up his hands in defeat and admit no such woman exists for him when his eye is caught by Selina Harrison at Club Rio Brava.
Selina is a big, beautiful wannabe Domme with a pedigree as long as his own, a history of spousal abuse that killed her trust in men—and a secret taste for the sort of loving dominance Tom wants to give.
But as Tom discovers, things are not always what they seem. The sexy doctor’s pulling out all the stops to convince the Domme with the luscious curves and baby-soft skin that switching sides and submitting to him are worth risking her heart—and her trust.
Publisher Note: The Club Rio Brava series is spun off A Mutual Favor. The stories in the Club Rio Brava series originally comprised the Members Only series from another publisher but have been completely rewritten for Ellora’s Cave. Views: 60
Jonah Steel is knee deep into trying to solve the mystery surrounding his family and his brother's abduction, and the arrival of his best friend has complicated the situation...although not as much as his infatuation with his brother's therapist, Dr. Melanie Carmichael. The quiet humility of the blond beauty has him enthralled, and he burns for her as he never has for any woman. Melanie Carmichael is intelligent and driven, yet filled with regret. She has fallen in love with gorgeous Jonah Steel, but fears she may never be able to tell him. The demons from her past have come for her...and she may not get out alive. Views: 60
This edge-of-your-seat memoir from former FBI agent Joe Navarro reveals the shocking, inside details of how he spearheaded a 1980s investigation into a colossal espionage breach that would have left the US defenseless in a Soviet attack.In 1988 FBI Agent Joe Navarro divides his time among SWAT assignments, flying air reconnaissance, and working counterintelligence. A body-language expert with an uncanny ability to "read" the suspects he interrogates, Joe dreams of snaring an assignment that will get him noticed by headquarters. Then he interviews Rod Ramsay. Ramsay is a former American soldier who is linked to a soldier-turned-traitor, Clyde Conrad. When Navarro notices Ramsay's hand twitch at the mention of Conrad's name, Joe thinks he smells a liar. He insists to his bosses that they launch an investigation. What follows is unique in the annals of espionage detection—a cat-and-mouse game played at the highest level. Navarro is the FBI agent who can't overtly... Views: 60
An eleven-year-old orphan is reconnected to her mother's family, but her courage and strength are tested as she is put to work in a textile mill.Flora is a young, imaginative girl who has dreamt of having a family to call her own since her parents died from pleurisy when she was three. She dreams of family dinners. She dreams of friends. But mostly she dreams of leaving the orphanage. As the diary begins, Flora is still in an orphanage in Kingston, but her Auntie Janet has just married, and she and her husband James send for Flora to come and live with them in Almonte, Ontario. Once she arrives at her aunt's, Flora begins work in the Almonte Mill, even though she is underage — typical for many children of the era. She works from dawn to dusk, near huge and noisy machines, and she sees the effects of the mill on workers who have lost an arm or their hearing. Still, this life is better than going back to the orphanage. But when Uncle James loses several... Views: 60
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Prague, Czech Republic "He's going to catch fire when the motorcycle hits the back of the overturned car?" Annja Creed asked in disbelief. "Yeah. But the real trick is when he catches fire." Barney Yellowtail calmly surveyed the wrecked cars in the middle of the narrow street between a line of four-story buildings that had seen far better days. "When?" Annja asked, still trying to grasp the whole idea. "When is important," Barney continued. He was in his late forties, twenty years older than Annja, and had been a stuntman for almost thirty years. "If Roy catches on fire too late, we've hosed the gag." Gags, Annja had learned, were what stunt people called the death-defying feats they did almost on a daily basis. "And if you hose the gag," Annja said, "you have to do it over and risk Roy's life again." Barney grinned. He claimed to be full-blood Choctaw Indian from Oklahoma and looked it. His face was dark and seamed, creased by a couple of scars under his left eye and under his right jawline. He wore rimless glasses that darkened in the bright sunlight, and a straw cowboy hat. His jeans and chambray work shirt were carefully pressed. His boots were hand-tooled brown-and-white leather that Annja thought were to die for. Annja was five feet ten inches tall with chestnut hair and amber-green eyes. She had an athlete's build with smooth, rounded muscle. She wore khaki pants, hiking boots, a lightweight white cotton tank under a robin's-egg-blue blouse, wraparound blue sunglasses and an Australian Colly hat that she'd developed a fondness for to block the sun. "That's not the worst part," Barney assured her. "That's not the worst part?" Annja echoed. "Naw," Barney replied, smiling wide enough to show a row of perfect teeth. "The worst part is that the director will be mad." "Oh." Barney looked at her as if sensing that she wasn't completely convinced. "Mad directors mean slow checks. They also mean slow work. If you can't hit your marks on a gag, especially on a film that Spielberg's underwriting, your phone isn't going to ring very often." Annja wondered if you had to be certifiable to be a stuntman. "C'mon, Annja," Barney said. "I've read about you in the magazines, seen you on Letterman and kept up with what you're doing on Chasing History's Monsters. You know life isn't worth living without a little risk." Annja knew her life hadn't exactly been risk free. Actually, especially lately, it seemed to go the other way. As a working archaeologist, she'd traveled to a number of dangerous places, and those places were starting to multiply dramatically as she became more recognized. She thought about her job at Chasing History's Monsters. Most days she wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. The syndicated show had high enough ratings that the producers could send Annja a number of places that she couldn't have afforded on her own. The drawback was that the stories she was asked to cover—historical madmen, psychopaths, serial killers and even legendary monsters—were usually less than stellar. Fans of the show couldn't get enough of her, but some of the people in her field of archaeology had grown somewhat leery. None of that, though, had come without risk. "Okay," Annja admitted. "I'll give you that. But I've never set myself on fire." "Roy's not going to set himself on fire," Barney said. "I'm going to do that for him." "Oh." "It's just that timing is critical." Barney stepped to one side as his cell phone rang. "Excuse me." Annja nodded and surveyed the street. The film crew had barricaded three city blocks in Prague's Old Town. A few streets over, the Vltava River coursed slowly by and carried the river traffic to various destinations. Prague was a new experience for Annja, and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Getting the job on the movie had been as unexpected as it was welcome. She'd done a bit of work with props before, but never on a motion picture of this magnitude. Kill Me Deadly was a new spy romp that was part James Bond and part Jason Bourne. The hero even carried the same J.B. initials—Jet Bard.Annja hadn't quite understood the plot because a lot of the details were still under wraps. She was of the impression some of them were still being worked out, which was causing extra stress on the set. Three cars occupied the middle of the street. Two of them were overturned. All of them were black from where they'd been burned. The stuntman was supposed to hit the upright car, catch on fire and turn into a human comet streaking across the sky. When Annja had heard about the stunt and had received an invitation from Barney to attend, she'd thought about gracefully declining. Then she'd found she couldn't stay away. Now her stomach knotted in anticipation. She'd gotten to know the young daredevil who was about to become a human fireball. He was a nice guy and she didn't like the idea that something bad might happen to him. "Okay," Barney said as he stepped back to rejoin her. His gaze remained on the street while he adjusted his headset. "I'm going to need you to stay quiet for a moment, Annja." "Sure." Annja gazed down the street anxiously. Camera operators lined the street from various points of view. All of them remained out of each other's line of sight. The crews had worked on the setup for hours. Before that, they'd measured and mapped the distances on a model of the street and the cars. According to the computer programs Barney and the other stunt people had run, everything would go fine. To Annja, it was a lot like exploring a dig site she'd read about. Even though she knew the background and the general layout, there were far too many surprises involved to guarantee everything was safe. Some of the early Egyptian-tomb explorers had quickly discovered that. "On your go," Barney said softly. He held up an electronic control box in both hands. "I'm with you." He flicked a switch. Immediately a half-dozen fires flamed to life within the pile of wrecked cars. They burned cheerily and black smoke twisted on the breeze. "We've got fire in the hole, Roy," Barney declared. The throb of the motorcycle's engine rumbled into Annja's ears. She watched with a mixture of dread and anticipation. Roy Fein was one of the top stuntmen in the game. Barney had said that a number of times over the past few days. She didn't know if he'd been trying to reassure her or himself. "Steady," Barney said. "Okay, you're on track. Now increase your speed to seventy-eight miles per hour." The exact speed had been a big concern, Annja knew. Too much and the impact angle would be wrong and the motorcycle might flip end over end. Too little and Roy would fall short of the air bag that waited at the other end of the jump. The motorcycle roared into view. Roy Fein, dressed in dark blue racing leathers and a matching helmet, had raced around the corner. A car followed only inches behind him. "You're on," Barney said. "Hit the Volkswagen and I'm going to light you up." At that moment, the pursuit car slowed and slewed sideways. Actors inside the vehicle leaned out the windows and fired weapons."I got you, kid. I got you." Barney's voice was soft and reassuring. "Get that fire-suppression unit ready." The motorcycle rider popped a slight wheelie just before he hit the Volkswagen. Effortlessly, the motorcycle climbed the specially altered vehicle. "Now," Barney said. His finger flipped one of the switches on the electronics box. Immediately, the motorcycle and rider were enveloped in flames. But something was wrong. Instead of arcing gracefully across the distance, the motorcycle went awry. "Kick loose, kid!" Barney yelled. "Lose the bike!" He dropped the electronics box and ran toward the street. Roy pushed free of the motorcycle and spread-eagled in the air like Superman. But he wasn't flying—he was falling. Flames twisted and whipped around his body. He threw his arms out and tried to adjust his fall as gravity took over and brought him back toward the pavement. Annja ran after Barney, though she didn't know what she was going to do. There was no way she could help Roy. But she couldn't just stand there, either. The motorcycle spun crazily, nowhere near the trajectory it was supposed to maintain to get near the air bag designed to break Roy's fall. Then it blew up. The force slammed Annja to the ground. She tucked into a roll and came to her feet instinctively. Slightly disoriented, she glanced up to see where the flaming pieces of the motorcycle were coming down. She saw Barney was on his side. His face was twisted in agony as he reached toward a bloody gash soaking his shirt. Annja went toward him. She yelled for help, but couldn't hear her own voice. She tried again. Her ears felt numb, then she realized she was deaf. She dropped beside Barney and surveyed the wound. An irregular furrow ran along his ribs. She tried to tell him that he was going to be all right but knew that he couldn't hear her, either. She yanked his shirt from his pants and rolled the tails up to his wound, then leaned on the folds to put pressure on the wound in his side. One of the other stunt coordinators joined Annja and dropped to his knees. His mouth was moving. She knew he was shouting something. He was young, tall and gangly, and he was in shock. Annja grabbed one of his hands and directed him to take hold of the makeshift pressure bandage she'd created. For a moment he froze. With authority, Annja caught his face in her palms. She met his eyes with hers and struggled to remember his name. "Tony," she said. "It's Tony, right?" She couldn't hear herself. "I can't hear you," he said. Annja read his lips. "It's okay," she told him. "Your hearing will come back." She hoped that was true. Sirens, muted and faraway sounding, reached her and gave her hope that her hearing hadn't been permanently destroyed. Tony nodded, but he didn't look any less scared. "He's hurt," Annja told Tony. "Hold the pressure on the wound. Like this." She guided his hands. "Okay," he sa... Views: 60
Three years ago Craig Kent and Kira Black had spent a whole summer together before, with no warning he had abandoned her, forcing her to return to the UK heartbroken. Now he was blackmailing her to be his mistress for the week, to use her as he saw fit, to be his sex toy. At a loss as to know why he would hate her so much, she had determined not to once more fall for his charms, but could she? Views: 60
Claire Organ was born a Christmas baby right in the middle of better dresses in Marshall Fields Department Store, to Violet Organ in 1924. Her father has disappeared but a trio of "aunties" (her mother plus two fellow salesladies at the store) make up the most loving and attentive family a young girl could have. Views: 60
The Aldens search for their grandmother's missing necklace. Views: 60
She claims she has to make things right.... It's nothing but trouble for Jack Martin, chief of police, when Kelsey Reagan blows into town. Her ex-con brother just became the prime suspect in a murder, and this reformed bad girl vows to prove he's innocent. She even blames herself for her brother's jail record--for her brother's convicted crime. And now Jack's precocious young daughter is beginning to idolize Kelsey. But an error in judgment nearly cost the widowed cop his career once; he's never going to let that happen again. Not even for a gorgeous troublemaker like Kelsey. Views: 60
