"Identify the weapon, and use it first." Such is the code of Captain James Hook, in this lyrical sequel to Hook & Jill. And this time, the turmoil begins not with 'The Boy' " but with a girl.Ten days out of Neverbay, Hook and Jill capture a ship's surgeon, pressing him to join the Roger. But Doctor Hanover is a gentleman, with a daughter to defend. When Red-Handed Jill shows him favor, his heart is taken prisoner, too. Hanover contrives to deliver Jill from the pirate king, and redeem her to society . . . as his wife.But Captain Hook is impossible to escape. Other rivals contend for Jill's red hand, and Hook fights for supremacy with his skill and brilliance. When the doctor's daughter draws Hook's eye, she emulates Jill, using feminine weapons to charm him.With no word of farewell, Hook vanishes, and Jill is a queen without a king. To hold Hook's power, she must come to terms with each of the dangerous men in her domain. When a challenger seizes command of the Roger " and over Jill " Hook and Jill's dominion will be overthrown unless, as Hook has taught Jill to do, she can identify the weapon . . . and wield it wickedly.Other Oceans is an unabashed study in loyalty, vibrant with the dynamics of power. From the pen of a masterful crafter, Book Two of the Hook & Jill Saga delivers all the exhilaration that a clash of wills, hearts, and fortune can arouse.Winner, Best Literary Fiction, USA Book News Best Books Awards 2012Winner, Best Cover Design, Fiction, USA Book News Best Books Awards 2012 Views: 29
Bessica's settled into middle school life . . . her friendship with Sylvie is back on, she's made some cool new friends, she's dealing with the psycho-bullies, and handling more homework than should ever be allowed. But what's worrying her most these days are her mascot duties. The pressure's on to be the funniest, wildest bear mascot her school's ever seen--and to make sure her rival tiger mascot doesn't humiliate her on the field. Is that even possible?From the Hardcover edition. Views: 29
Kidnapped and held in a crazy doctor's underground laboratory, Bethany Morris only manages to escape because Chrissten, one of her fellow abductees, creates an opportunity by shifting into a werewolf. Bethany's desperate for help, but who'll believe her story? The police? That'll just buy her a one-way ticket to a padded room because here s the kicker: she's discovered she's a half-breed werewolf. Her only hope is to find Chrissten's brother. Quinn Lawton's long, grinding search for his missing twin has turned up nothing until Bethany rekindles his hope. Something else catches flame too her heat cycle and a searing attraction branded with the word "mate." Yet with so much blood on his hands, any future he might offer is already tainted beyond redemption. Desperate for Quinn's touch alone, Bethany has no choice but to take Quinn up on his offer to quell her terrifying need, no strings attached. And hope that as the search for Chrissten intensifies, the battle with their personal demons doesn't destroy their razor-thin chance at forever. Warning: This book contains heartbreak and love found, a crazy scientist and his werewolf flunky and a tortured werewolf hero. Plus lots and lots of steamy hot sex! Views: 29
In the grimy hell of Brighton Beach, a stripper needs smarts to surviveIn the waning years of the Soviet Union, only the very young or very old are allowed to immigrate to the United States. Places like Brooklyn's Brighton Beach—or, as residents call it, "Little Odessa"—are flooded with teenage strivers eager to shake their accents and take what America has to offer. Kate Piro is as ambitious as they come, but her pluck only gets her as far as Times Square's Starlight Club, where she dances naked under the stage name M. Anita Supreme.After being assaulted by a drunken Nigerian diplomat, Kate meets a kindly cop who falls hard for the headstrong stripper. He wants to save her—or at least sleep with her—but Kate doesn't need his help. She's determined to get out of Brighton Beach, even though every man she meets drags her deeper into a cesspit of sleaze, vice, and murder. Views: 29
Jubilee Summer, June 1887. Britain is deep in lavish celebration of Empire. That same month, in the East End of London, a quiet young man, recently arrived from Warsaw, is accused of murdering an Angel. Two writers at the start of their career–Z, a brilliant Anglo-Jewish novelist, and Maggie, a fiery social reformer–are brought together in a remarkable encounter as they investigate a crime that would change their lives and their vision of themselves, England, and the world.Eight Weeks in the Summer of Victoria's Jubilee is a brilliant study of London's East End at the turn of the 19th century and a fascinating exploration into a murder case that shook the very foundations of British justice. Views: 29
First FOUR books on sale for $.99 EACH! Don't miss out!An Amazon Hot 100 New Release Series in Erotica!Marisa Taylor is a young, self-driven, ambitious reporter that has taken on an assignment to interview one of the world's most intriguing men, the mysterious billionaire gentleman Roland Starland. It's an interview that could make or break her career forever, the costs of failing high, the rewards of success out of this world--and it's a gamble she's willing to take.However, she quickly learns that he's immune to her usual tactics and not about to open up for her unless she opens up for him--and learns to trust him fully. He's a man that lives in a world of secrets and desires, a world full of challenges that Marisa will have to dive headfirst into.This young reporter is about to find out just how far she's willing to go to get a story...and then she'll have to go even further...A sexy tale of billionaire erotic romance, mystery and intrigue!Excerpt:"We both know why you're here. We'll never make any progress if you don't learn to trust. Clearly I trust you because I've welcomed you into my home. This is where I hideaway from the world, my most secure place. You must learn to trust, Marisa. You must trust me. Allow me to help you. "I suddenly felt turned on, literally as if he had flipped a switch. My nerves were on fire, my heart pounding, my wetness growing between my legs. I remembered touching myself last night and how it felt, like a blockage that had suddenly been cleared--and sleep came over me like a drug after I had done it. It was as if Roland was reading my mind--and inviting me into his world. Whatever that meant. "Okay," I said, once again under his spell. I tried to come back, fighting it. The whiskey had softened me up, allowed him to penetrate even deeper.How did he know that I had trust issues? I had never thought about it that way until now. I worked hard for myself--and I was always hesitant to give up any of my efforts without a fight. I had moved from paper to paper, job-to-job, never settling anywhere for very long, never having an incentive to just stay. I always assumed something better was somewhere else and so I went after it. I didn't even know the definition of complacency, apparently. Satisfaction was not a word in my vocabulary. Was I interviewing him or was he interviewing me?Roland finished his drink and rose to his feet, his footsteps echoing down the halls with hardwood floors. He once again towered over me, approaching me in slow motion, his robe flowing behind him like a cape. I felt powerless as I sat there waiting for him to do whatever he was going to do, wanting it, whatever it was. He sat down beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me toward him. I could immediately smell his powerful muskiness, the odor causing me to melt into him. I pressed my head against his shoulder: It felt absolutely beautiful. His arm felt hot against me, his touch causing the heat to move around freely inside of me like a convection oven. Views: 29
