Initially suspended from the Hope Falls Police Department, Chloe takes on an urgent case for Alex and finds herself playing ghost buster. Haunted is an action packed, cliff hanger of a cozy. You've come this far, why not go all the way? Views: 57
During the next ice age the schooner Ice Spirit sets sail to find the legendary city of New York. Plus two short stories set in the same world. Views: 57
Tara Taylor Quinn dares to novelize her own true love story, in her groundbreaking novel filled with heartbreaking truths. **It Happened on Maple Street sends a soaring message of hope that the redeeming power of love and refusing to bow to tragedy or time, can truly conquer all. The quintessential good girl with her nose in a book, Tara lived in a sleepy Ohio town. She'd never been kissed when she began college, but that soon changed when she met hunky tennis ace Tim Barney in a Geology class. Tara fell so hard and fast she didn't need a rock on her finger to make the ultimate commitment. But Tim wasn't ready to commit and Tara walked away, knowing she could never recover from the irreparable hurt he was capable of wielding with a wave of his hand. It was another man's hand who shattered her trust and took her innocence on one fateful night. And yet another man she laid cold beside in a loveless marriage-of-convenience bed. Yes, bad things happened after Tara broke up with Tim at his parent's house on Maple Street. Very bad things that she hid within the open pages of the romance novels she would become famous for writing. These were stories of love overcoming seemingly unbeatable odds and yet Tara Taylor Quinn couldn't hold her own sad marriage together. But when an email message suddenly upends her world, the past is brought into shocking focus. The message is from Tim Barney. Does she remember him - the guy from college whose heart she broke? He's never forgotten her. Plunged into a plot twist beyond her own imaginings, Tara has to discover if love can be as real as the kind she writes about. Is it possible that after years of emotional isolation, she may finally embrace a happily-ever-after of her own? Views: 57
When my mama receives an angry visit from Nat Mixon, she learns some startling news. Nat's mother and Mama's neighbor, spiteful recluse Hannah Mixon, has just died--and left a large parcel of land to Mama! Nat is convinced Mama stole his inheritance, and to save her reputation, Mama's determined to find out why Hannah named her in her will. And when it turns out Hannah was murdered, Mama needs to find more answers. With the help of three notorious local gossips--and me--Mama uncovers a long, bloody history of greed and family betrayal connected to the land Mama's inherited. And unless she discovers the truth about this plot of land, it may become her burial plot.... Views: 57
Daylen is a cop, and a good one. When she discovers two men sword fighting in an alley during one of her nightly patrols, she confronts them, ordering them to put down their weapons. One of the men takes off running, surprising her with his speed. With one man left, she knows she'll have to take him down when he ignores her demands. With her suspect in her grasp, her world turns upside down when he pins her to the ground and kisses her senseless. Jager knows no wilting flower, werewolf or mortal, would ever survive as his mate, but this cop has all the right moves. Her scent leaves no doubt this mortal woman is his, and after tasting her lips, he knows claiming her will be a challenge. The bigger problem, however, might be her obsession to arrest him whenever they meet. As their passion flares, he'll do anything it takes to make her his mate. Views: 57
Post Apocalypse America: Bluevale was about all Howie had seen of the world. Even his Pa, who knew everything, didn’t know much about the way it was before the war. Scriptures said all of the unclean animals had been wiped out. Howie didn’t know what that meant exactly. He’d seen horses. And stock of course. Stock looked like humans. ’Cept stock had no soul. That’s why they was meat. Contains bonus chapter! Views: 57
In this remarkable new novel, which spans eighty years of the twentieth century, Andre Makine describes, beautifully but unsparingly, the almost uninterrupted succession of violence, misery, and horror that has been visited on the Russian people since the October Revolution of 1917. For those quick to forget, or too young to remember, he paints a graphic portrait of those years in a three-generational novel that is as moving as it is revealing.Moving back and forth in time--from the battlefields of the 1920s to the harsh African heat and dust of the desert in the 1980s, from the orphanage where the narrator spent his youth to the art galleries and chic salons of the glittering West--Requiem for a Lost Empire has all the sweep and depth, all the beauty and insight of the great Russian novels. It is, as the eminent French critic Charles Edmond-Roux noted, ""an astonishing novel, one that will surely stand the test of time."" Views: 57
The new book in the Viennese Mystery series - Vienna, 1900. Lawyer Karl Werthen is puzzling over the suicide of a local councilman when he is assigned by Karl Wittgenstein, a powerful industrialist with many enemies, to find his recently missing son, Hans. Werthen quickly discovers that the young man appears to be alive and well in another country. But when a friend of Hans - a journalist who wrote a number of articles claiming the councilman who committed suicide was corrupt - is found dead, also from a self-inflicted gunshot wound, Werthen fears that sinister forces are at work . . . Views: 57
NOT EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL in Tabriz, as Greg Armstrong starts to discover. After witnessing a covert military operation, the dark underworld of international terrorism begins to engulf him. Only the strange expatriate community of Sabah stands between him and the Security Police.ABOUT THE AUTHOR:Jacqueline George lives in the far north of Queensland, Australia, on the shores of the Coral Sea. She writes about the things she loves - travel, landscapes, good food. And of course romantic, erotic sex, which also has to be exotic, romantic, overwhelming and – above all – believable. Views: 57
Bundles of JoyTHE TYCOON AND THE ADORABLE TYKERich, handsome and famous, Nicholas Frakes was the world's sexiest bachelor. But when Bethany Dale first clapped eyes on him, he was spoon-feeding spinach to his orphaned niece, tenderly cradling the infant to his bare, brawny chest….Bethany promptly lost her heart…and then her head. And soon she was playing live-in nanny with Nicholas and tiny Maree—falling hard for the tot and her tycoon dad. The feeling was definitely mutual. Trouble was, Bethany couldn't give Nicholas the babies her arms ached to hold. The babies he would surely want from any woman who was to be his wife….Sometimes small packages can lead to the biggest surprises! Views: 57
Product DescriptionThe Storm Within by Trish MoreyDr. Grace Hunter seeks an ancient text beneath the castle of Count Alessandro Volta.The reclusive count wasn[HTML_REMOVED]t expecting scientist Grace to be a beautiful woman who stirs his scarred soul. Outside, a media storm is brewing, but inside the count[HTML_REMOVED]s world the heat between them is sizzling!The Reluctant Queen by Caitlin CrewsStolen away years ago, Princess Lara is offered an ultimatum by new King Adel. Return to her kingdom as his queen or pay back the bride price! Feisty Lara refuses, but remembers how Adel used to make her heart race.… Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.She was coming. From his office overlooking the sea, Count Alessandro Alonso Leopold Volta watched the launch approach the island that was home to Castello di Volta and the seat of the Volta family for more than five hundred years.The boat hadn[HTML_REMOVED]t even docked and already the bitter taste of bile hovered menacingly at the back of his throat.He growled. He hated visitors, hated the way they brought the smell of the outside world with them, as if clinging to their very clothes. He hated their wide-eyed stares and their looks of horror when they first saw his scars, horror that bleached their faces white and sent their eyes skidding away to the floor or to the nearest work of art. Anywhere, it seemed, that wasn[HTML_REMOVED]t his face.But most of all he hated their pity, for the horror always gave way to pity.He preferred the horror.His hands curled into fists at his side. He didn[HTML_REMOVED]t want anyone[HTML_REMOVED]s pity.He didn[HTML_REMOVED]t want anyone. Period.The launch slowed, rocking sideways on the bumpy water as it neared the dock and its wash caught up with it. He ground his teeth together and turned away, knowing that this time he had no choice. The package found tucked away in the caves deep beneath the castle had seen to that.Why here? he asked himself again. Why, of all the places in the world, of all the places that would welcome the attention such a discovery would bring, why had what could be the lost pages from the fabled Salus Totus, the legendary Book of Wholeness, had to turn up here? When had fate taken to wearing a clown[HTML_REMOVED]s mask?He grunted his displeasure and dropped into the chair behind his desk. One week Professor Rousseau had promised him the job would take. No longer than one week to examine and document the pages, to determine whether they were genuine, and if so to stabilise their condition until they could be taken away and prepared for display. One short yet no doubt interminable week, with a stranger clattering around the castle, asking questions and expecting answers, and probably expecting him to be civil in the process.He looked down at the file he[HTML_REMOVED]d been reviewing before the onshore wind had carried with it the thumping beat of an approaching engine, but his skin pulled achingly tight over his jaw and the words before him danced and spun and could have been printed in a different language for all the sense they made.It could be worse, he rationalised, clamping down on the rising black cloud of his resentment, forcing himself to focus on the resume in his hands. He flipped the page, turning to the photograph of the woman he was expecting. Reputedly one of the best conservators in the business, Professor Rousseau boasted more than forty years[HTML_REMOVED] experience in the industry. And with short grey hair cut helmet-style around features that looked as if they[HTML_REMOVED]d been sculpted from parchment rather than skin, she looked the kind of person who enjoyed books more than people. If he had to put up with a visitor to his island, he could do much worse than this shrivelled-up scientist.Maybe. And yet still this heavy sense of foreboding persisted in his gut; still the jagged line of his scar burned and stung, as if someone had dragged their nails down his face and chest and sliced open his wound.One week, he thought, touching fingers to his burning cheek, half surprised when they didn[HTML_REMOVED]t come away wet and sticky with blood. One week with a stranger poking around his castle, asking questions, getting under his feet. And whoever she was, and however she looked, it would be one week too long. Views: 57
