Set during a period of revolution and turmoil, Mistress of My Fate is the first book in a trilogy about Henrietta Lightfoot, a young woman who was abandoned as a baby and raised alongside her cousins, noble children of a lord and lady. At just sixteen years old, circumstance and a passionate love affair tear Henrietta away from everything she knows, leading to a new life fending for herself on the streets of 18th century London as a courtesan, gambler, and spirited intellect of the city.ReviewHistorian Rubenhold exploits her in-depth knowledge of eighteenth-century British society to page-turning advantage in the first installment of a trilogy detailing the often tittilating adventures of Henrietta Lightfoot...Deviltry, debauchery, and desire reign supreme in volume one of this colorful Regency romp.(Booklist ) About the AuthorHallie Rubenhold is an historian and broadcaster and an authority on British eighteenth-century social history. She has written two works of non-fiction to critical acclaim: The Convent Garden Ladies and Lady Worsley's Whim: An Eighteenth-Century Tale of Sex, Scandal and Divorce. In addition to writing books, articles and reviews, Hallie regularly appears on TV in the UK as an expert contributor to documentaries. Hallie lives in London with her husband. Views: 11
THE BABY OF THE MONTHEXPECTANT BRIDE...Dr. Sheila Pollack was a mom-to-be, and her due date had arrived. But there was no daddy--no husband--in sight! One night with Slade Garrett had changed her life forever. And now, nine months later, she was about to deliver their love child--alone.But then the expectant dad burst through the emergency room doors proposing marriage! And somewhere between her huffs and puffs, Sheila managed to say, "I do." Could she hope that their nick-of-time nuptials would last forever?THE BABY OF THE MONTH CLUB: For five moms-to-be, finding the perfect daddy is only a due date away! Views: 11
"Justine Jones faces her ultimate enemy: herself. " "The Disillusionists Trilogy, Book 3"In an attempt to put her unhappy past behind her, Justine Jones throws herself into nursing school and planning her wedding to Otto Sanchez, the man of her dreams. But something is off. Random details aren't adding up...and is it her imagination, or are her friends and fianc keeping secrets from her? And what's with the strange sense of unease, and her odd new headaches? Justine tries to stay upbeat as Midcity cowers under martial law, sleepwalking cannibals, and a mysterious rash of paranormal copycat violence, but her search for answers leads her into the most dangerous mind game yet. With the help of unlikely allies, including her paranoid dad and best frenemy Simon, Justine fights her ultimate foe...and unravels the most startling mystery of all. Warning: This book contains high-speed rollerblade chases, a mysterious green dashboard ornament, a father of the bride in full hazmat gear and a delicious kebab. Views: 11
Meet Goldie. She’s a determined young woman, tired of men for whom pedicures are foreplay. She makes it her mission to find a dominant man to make her dreams come true. The search takes her to Bear Island where she encounters Doms either too soft or too harsh. Will she never find one who is just right?Markus Masterton is waiting for just the right submissive woman. He’s got his paddle ready, but it looks like he’ll linger on Bear Island for a lot longer than he’d like.Adult Excerpt“I’m Goldie. Thank you for your hospitality.”He shook, his work-roughened hand firm on hers. “Bob Bentley,” he said. “Please sit down.”Smiling, she took a seat near the hearth.They talked for a few minutes, mostly about the weather and its unpredictability on Bear Island. He offered tea and toast and she accepted. Finally, unable to resist, Goldie asked him a personal question. “Are you married, Bob?”“No. No man on Bear Island is married. We move away once we find just the right woman.”“Wow. But you’re so well established on your little farm. How long have you been on the island?”He seemed a little embarrassed as he squirmed in his plush chair. “Many years. A good woman is hard to find.” Goldie could relate.“What brings you to the island?”“I came to find just the right man. All the good ones seem to be taken on the mainland.”His eyes roamed her face and he licked his lips. “I like you,” he told her. “Wanna get it on and see if we’re compatible?”Bob Bentley was a nice guy. They had a few things in common. And he baked a mean loaf of bread. “Sure. But I’m no slut. I draw the line at touchie-feelie.”“No problem. You realize, of course, that I’m a Dominant.”“You strike me as a normal kind of guy.”“I’m a demon in the bedroom,” he warned, then hedged. “Not literally.”“I’m game.”“Take off your clothes and come into the playroom with me.”Playroom? Goldie quickly shucked her clothes while he watched, enjoying the lascivious look in his eyes as they lingered on her full breasts and narrow waist. She could see a bulge form in his denim overalls, and she wondered if she’d been hasty in putting oral sex off limits. Nonetheless, she followed him into the playroom.The room was bare except for a trapeze bar hanging from the ceiling, and a well-made wooden chest of drawers.“Put your hands on the trapeze,” he instructed. When she complied, he got a pair of fur-lined leather wrist cuffs from the chest and clipped them to the bar. Once he’d secured them around Goldie’s wrists, he checked to make sure that her wrists were held firmly in place, and that the bonds were just right. “You’re very pretty.” He ran his hands over her flanks, and cupped her breasts tenderly.Goldie wondered when the good stuff was going to start. So far, there’d been a lot of hat and no cattle. “Thanks.”He manipulated her nipples gently, then with a little more pressure, until she moaned with pleasure. “That feels good, Bob.”Pressing his mouth to a peaked nipple, he sucked and bit lightly.Goldie felt warmth stir in her loins. Unfortunately, he picked that moment to stop and go back to the chest. Bob rummaged around a bit, returning to her with a blindfold.“Do you trust me?”She bit her lip. “Well…”“Your safe word is ‘prestidigitation’.”“’Prestidigitation?’ Can’t we just settle on ‘stop-you-rotten-prick’?”“Oh now, don’t be like that. Do you want me to quit?”“No.” She eyed him, looking for signs of corruption, but saw none. “Okay.”He gently tied the blindfold on her, and Goldie shivered with delicious fear. Not the scary kind of scared, but a thrill-of-the-roller-coaster kind of scared. Once her eyes were covered, he kissed her lips, gently at first, then with a more demanding pressure. Now we’re getting to the good part. Views: 11
The Russians want Afghanistan. But not its people. And a soviet cannibal has found a weapon to annihilate the populace — a chemical called Devils Rain. With intell supplied by a CIA spook, Mack Bolan leads a unit of the feared mujahedeen, the holy warriors of Islam, in a campaign to stop an atrocity that will kill millions! Views: 11
