This is the story of Terry Regan, radio and T.V. salesman, who falls in love with Gilda, the wife of a hard drinking bully who spends his life in a wheel-chair. Because of Gilda's fatal fascination, Regan decides to get rid of her husband so that he himself can marry her; and he hits on an ingenious murder plan. The murderer is to be the television set that stands in the husband's lounge.But ingenious murder plans have habit of backfiring, and this one is no exception. Once again James Hadley Chase lives up to his reputation for sustained suspense, graphic and economical writing, and on the last page, a complete surprise. Views: 28
Get professional techniques usually known only by Hollywood makeup artists in this full-color, comprehensive book from accomplished makeup pros Gretchen Davis and Mindy Hall. The two come to you with impressive backgrounds in film and television industries—their projects have included Pearl Harbor, Rent, Stuart Little, and The Nanny Diaries, and Mindy Hall is fresh off her Academy Award win for her work on 2009's Star Trek. This new edition of The Makeup Artist Handbook offers even more illustrations to demonstrate techniques visually; fundamentals on topics such as beauty, time periods, black and white film; and up-to-date information on cutting-edge techniques like air brushing makeup for computer-generated movies, makeup effects, mold-making, lighting, and lots of information on how to work effectively in HD.Learn from the pros and hone your craft with this comprehensive book.Gorgeous full color book shows how makeup artists make... Views: 28
"You can't start the New Year without a kiss."When those words lead to a delicious one-night stand, consultant Caroline Taylor's fate is sealed. Because she soon finds out her seducer is Caroselli Chocolate's marketing director—and her new job is to overhaul his division. It leaves a bad taste in her mouth—and what if she's pregnant with Robert Caroselli's baby?If necessary, Rob will do right and make his dreamy corporate nemesis his wife. He might even inherit millions if he produces a male heir. But his marriage plan will never succeed without the secret ingredient—true love.About the AuthorUSA Today Bestseller Michelle Celmer is the author of more than 25 books for Harlequin and Silhouette. You can usually find her in her office with her laptop loving the fact that she gets to work in her pajamas. Write her at: PO BOX 300, Clawson, MI 48017, visit her website at: www.michellecelmer.com or find her on Facebook at: Michelle Celmer Author Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.As he watched his date leave the hotel bar wrapped around another man, Robert Caroselli wanted to feel angry or put out, or even mildly annoyed, but he couldn't work up the steam. He hadn't wanted to come to this party, but he'd let Olivia, a woman he'd been seeing casually, talk him into it last minute."I don't really feel like celebrating," he'd told her when she called him around nine. He had already turned off the television and was planning to crawl into bed and with any luck sleep away the next three months or so. It was that or face daily the fact that his family, the owners of Caroselli Chocolate, had lost complete faith in him as a marketing director.Yes, sales for the last quarter were down, but they were in a recession for Christ's sake. Hiring Caroline Taylor, a so-called marketing genius from Los Angeles, was not only an insult, but also total overkill as far as he was concerned. But against the entire family, his objections carried little weight.On top of that he had the added pressure of finding a wife. A woman to give him a male heir. By thirty-one most of his cousins, and the majority of his college buddies, were already married. It wasn't as if he'd made a conscious decision to stay single. His dedication to the family business had kept him too busy to settle down. He couldn't deny that ten-million dollars had been a tempting incentive, but fifteen million? That was difficult to pass up. Especially when it meant that if he didn't get his cut, his cousin Tony would walk away with the entire thirty million. He would never hear the end of it.But if he was going to find a woman to be his wife and bear his children, it wouldn't be in a bar. And it definitely wouldn't be Olivia. Which was why he'd planned to stay home."You can't stay home alone on New Year's Eve!" Olivia had said. "Who will you kiss? You can't start the New Year without a kiss at midnight. It's…un-American!"She hadn't seemed too concerned with whom he would kiss when she walked out the door with someone else. Not that he blamed her for bailing on him. He hadn't exactly been the life of the party. When they arrived around ten, he scoped out a counter-height table with two vacant bar-stools near the back corner, claimed it and hadn't moved since. Now he was on his—he counted the empty glasses in front of him—third Scotch and feeling a hell of a lot more relaxed than when he got there.Alcohol flowed freely at every Caroselli family function—hell, his family would use any excuse to get together, drink and gossip—but Rob rarely indulged. He never much cared for the out-of-control feeling that came with intoxication. Tonight was a rare exception.From his table he had a decent view of the entire bar, which was crammed above capacity with people, who, from his vantage point, undulated like the waves off the shore of Lake Michigan. Or maybe that was the liquor playing tricks with his vision."Excuse me!"At the sudden shout, Rob jerked to attention. He blinked, then blinked again, positive he was imagining the angel who stood beside his table. A halo of pale blond hair hung in loose curls that nearly brushed her narrow waist, and framed a heart-shaped face that glowed with youth and good health. His gaze slipped lower and he realized that this particular angel had a body made for sin. She couldn't have been more than a few inches over five-feet tall, but she packed one hell of a figure into her skinny jeans and clingy blue sweater. A complete contrast to the wholesome beauty of her face."Is this seat taken?" she shouted over the music. "And just to be clear, I am not hitting on you. I've been on my feet all day and there isn't a single other free seat in this entire place."He gestured to the chair across from his. "Help yourself.""Thank you." She slid onto the stool, sighing with pleasure as her feet left the floor. "You're a lifesaver.""No problem."She offered him one fine-boned hand with short, neatly filed nails. "Carrie—"Her last name was drowned out by the blare of a noise-maker. She shook his hand, her grip surprisingly firm for someone so petite and delicate-looking."Hi, Carrie, I'm Rob.""Nice to meet you, Ron," she said.He opened his mouth to correct her, but she flashed him a smile so easy and sweet, so disarming, she could call him anything she wanted and it wouldn't have mattered to him. "Can I buy you a drink?"She cocked her head to one side and smiled. "Are you hitting on me?"He had never been the type to flirt, but he heard himself saying, "Would it be a problem if I was?"She leaned forward to study him and his gaze was naturally drawn to the deep cleft at the front of her low-cut sweater. "I guess that just depends.""On what?""Why a man like you would be sitting here alone at eleven-fifteen on New Year's Eve.""A man like me?"She rolled her eyes. "Don't even try to pretend that you don't know how hot you are. You should have women crawling all over you.""I'm alone because my date left with someone else."She blinked. "Was she blind or just stupid?"He laughed. "Bored, I think. I'm not in a mood to celebrate."Although the night was definitely looking up. "You must have a girlfriend," she said. He shook his head."Wife?"He held up his ringless left hand.She paused, then asked, "Gay?"He laughed again. "Straight as an arrow.""Hmm," she said, looking puzzled. "Are you a jerk?"She sure didn't pull any punches. He liked a woman who was direct and to the point. "I'd like to believe I'm not, but I suppose everyone has their moments."She nodded thoughtfully. "Honesty… I like that. My answer is yes. You can buy me a drink.""What would you like?"She nodded to his glass. "Whatever you're having."He looked around, but the waitresses in the vicinity were overwhelmed with customers, so he figured it would be quicker to go right to the source. "Be right back," he said, heading for the bar.It took several minutes to navigate through the crowd, and another five or ten before the bartender served him. As he walked back to the table, he half expected Carrie to be gone. He was pleasantly surprised to find her sitting there waiting for him, and suddenly grateful that he wouldn't have to watch the ball drop alone. He might even get a New Year's kiss out of it. Or maybe that would be pushing his luck. Maybe just a quick one, or if she wasn't into kissing a total stranger, a peck on the cheek even."Here you go." He set her drink in front of her and reclaimed his chair."That took so long, I started to think you left," she said."And I wasn't sure if you would still be here when I got back.""I'm not blind or stupid," she said with a grin, and he felt a tug of attraction so intense, he nearly reached across the table for her hand."Do you live in the area?" she asked, sipping her drink."Lincoln Park.""Is that far from here?""Not too far. I take it you're not from Chicago.""West Coast born and bred. I'm here for work. I'm staying in the hotel. That's how I wound up in this particular bar.""You must have someone back home.""Not for a while.""Are the men there blind or just stupid?"She smiled, and he felt that tug again, only this time it was lower, and it wasn't her hand he wanted to touch. That New Year's kiss was sounding even more appealing. He would have to call Olivia tomorrow and thank her for dragging him out."A lot of men feel threatened by a strong, successful woman," she said.Rob had quite a few strong, successful women in his family, and compared to them, Carrie looked anything but threatening. His first instinct, when she had approached his table, was to pick her up and hug her."I also have the tendency to gravitate toward men who are bad for me," she said."Bad for you how?""I like jerks. It's my way of sabotaging the relationship before it even begins." She sipped her drink. "I have intimacy issues.""If you know that, then why don't you date someone different?""Knowing what the problem is doesn't necessarily make it any easier to fix."Well, she had the honesty thing down to a science. The women he met typically played up their good qualities, not their faults. Which he couldn't deny was, in an odd way, a refreshing change of pace. A sort of "this is me, take it or leave it" philosophy."When was your last serious relationship?" he asked."I've never really had one.""Really? What are you? Twenty-four? Twenty-five?"Carrie laughed. "Aren't you good for my ego. I'm twenty-eight.""I've never met a woman past the age of eighteen who hasn't been in at least one serious relationship.""Which you clearly find fascinating," she said, looking amused."I do." In more ways than just that. She was like the perfect woman. Sexy, desirable, with a decent sense of humor and completely uninterested in a relationship. Had he hit the jackpot or what?"How about you?" Carrie asked. "Ever been in a serious relationship?""Engaged, but that was a long time ago. Back in college.""What happened?""You could say that we wanted different things.""What did you want?"He shrugged. "Marriage, kids, the usual stuff.""What did she want?""My roommate, Evan." She winced. "Ouch.""Better I found out what she was like before we were married than after... 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When a homeless man’s greedy relatives get him committed, Steve has to prove a multimillionaire who sold his mansion and went to live in the subway is sane. Then he has to prove who killed him."Highly entertaining courtroom drama." —Publishers Weekly"...fine detective work and brilliance in the courtroom—sort of remindful of Perry Mason at his best." —Abilene Reporter News"... puts Hailey in a class with the very best writers of the mystery genre, including Agatha Christie herself." —Macon Telegraph and News"...explosive, suspenseful and filled with wonderfully witty legal repartee." —L.A. Daily News"...startling surprises for the reader. It’s a few hours of twists, turns and laughs—expertly woven into an enjoyable thriller." —The Washington Times. Views: 28
The nurses of the Canadian Army Nursing Service in World War I worked at a feverish pace to give emergency care for the devastating injuries of war. Exploring the many ways in which trained and volunteer nurses gave their time, talents, and even their lives to the war effort, Shawna M. Quinn considers the experiences of New Brunswick's nursing sisters — the gruelling conditions of work and the brutal realities they faced from attacks and bombings. Using letters, diaries, and published accounts, Quinn paints a complete picture of the adventurous young women who witnessed first-hand the horrors of the Great War. Shawna M. Quinn holds a Masters from the University of New Brunswick and works as an instructional designer. World War I, Nursing Sisters, Canadian military history, Canadian author. Views: 28
The management buy-out of Hell wasn't going quite as well as had been hoped. For a start, there had been that nasty business with the perjurors, and then came the news that the Most Wanted Man in History had escaped, and all just as the plans for the new theme park, EuroBosch, were underway. Views: 28
Tasmyn Vaughn is not having the senior year she expected. Her boyfriend Michael leaves for college, she's being stalked by a suspicious preacher, pursued by the hot new boy at school and blackmailed by her chemistry teacher--who just might be a witch. Tas needs all of her many talents--and a little help from unexpected sources--just to keep her head above water. . .literally. Views: 28
Meet Rose Feller. She's thirty years old and a high-powered attorney with a secret passion for romance novels. She has an exercise regime she's going to start next week, and she dreams of a man who will slide off her glasses, gaze into her eyes, and tell her that she's beautiful. She also dreams of getting her fantastically screwed-up little sister to get her life together. Meet Rose's sister, Maggie. Twenty-eight years old, drop-dead gorgeous and only occasionally employed, Maggie sings backup in a band called Whiskered Biscuit. Although her dreams of big-screen stardom haven't progressed past her left hip's appearance in a Will Smith video, Maggie dreams of fame and fortune — and of getting her dowdy big sister to stick to a skin-care regime.These two women with nothing in common but a childhood tragedy, shared DNA, and the same size feet, are about to learn that their family is more different than they ever imagined, and that they're more alike... Views: 28
Some men have only one thing on their minds--and for three unsuspecting women, it appears to be marriage! Looks like spring wedding fever is about to get hotter. . .Early Bird Special by Deirdre MartinFashion exec Dana Fine lives a fabulous life of international travel and glamour. But it only takes a few days visiting with her matchmaking grandparents for her to long for something more. . ..Or maybe it's sexy landscaper Josh Green who's got her all hot and bothered. . . Weddings Ink by Christie RidgwayLuke Harper is the last man wedding planner Charlotte Bond would ever date again. Then her latest client demands that Charlotte get up-close and personal with the whole bridal party--including best man Luke! Soon business-only meetings turn to sultry nights--and suddenly Charlotte's "never' is coming dangerously close to "I do." All's Fair In Love And Chocolate by Laura FlorandGoing undercover as a bride-to-be, food blogger Eloise Layne is... Views: 28
This omnibus edition of the Criminally Insane series by Douglas Clegg includes the first three novels of this suspense thriller series: Bad Karma, Red Angel, and Night Cage. The Darden State Hospital for Criminal Justice is packed with sociopaths and murderers. And sometimes, they escape... Views: 28
