This psychological thriller deals with the emotions of the protagonist to the project that he has spent years developing in his laboratory and protecting its outcome due to his own personal conflicts. Views: 26
In 1817 a young woman of exotic appearance was found wandering near Bristol. She spoke in a language that no one could understand except, seemingly, a Portuguese sailor. He claimed that she was a Sumatran princess from the island of Javasu. Princess Caraboo, as she was known, became a national celebrity and lived in a grand style, entertaining many distinguished visitors. A few weeks later, however, she was exposed as Mary Baker, the daughter of a cobbler from Devonshire. Mary's description is one of several intriguing stories of nineteenth-century fraudsters brought to light in Linda Stratmann's entertaining look at some of history's greatest rogues. From bankers who forged share certificates, ruining hundreds of small investors, to 'Louis de Rougemont' whose tales of high adventure branded him The Greatest Liar on Earth, these riveting tales of true crime expose the seedy side of life in which corruption, avarice and scandal hold sway. Views: 26
An unorthodox biography of "the greatest comic writer ever" (Douglas Adams) and a window into the mind of a brilliant humorist.From the publisher of the acclaimed collector's Wodehouse editions, P.G. Wodehouse In His Own Words is a sparkling collection of excerpts from the master's own writings that reveals a wonderfully entertaining gloss on Wodehouse's own life story. Quotations from a literary career spanning more than seventy years are arranged in chapters that move from childhood, to school years, to the various preoccupations of the grown man. a linking narrative, skillfully supplied by Wodehouse aficionado Barry Day, and former President of the International Wodehouse society Tony Ring brilliantly ties all the material together.Full of the scintillating wordplay and comedy that characterize Wodehouse's novels, stories, letters, and nonfiction, this handsome volume is the perfect addition to anyone's library. Views: 26
Sixteen-year-old Julia Whitmire appeared to have everything: a famous father, a luxurious Manhattan town house, a coveted spot at the elite Casden prep school. When she is found dead in her bathtub, a handwritten suicide note left on her bed, her parents insist that their daughter would never take her own life.But Julia's enviable world was more complicated than it seemed. The pressure to excel at Casden was enormous. Abuse of prescription antidepressants and ADHD medication ran rampant among students; an unlabeled bottle of pills in Julia's purse suggests she had succumbed to the trend. And a search of Julia's computer reveals that in the days leading up to her death she was engaged in a dangerous game of cyberbullying against an unlikely victim.NYPD detective Ellie Hatcher is convinced the case is a suicide, but she knows from personal experience that a loving family can be the last to accept the truth. When the Whitmires use their power to force a criminal investigation, Ellie's resistance causes trouble for her both at work and in her personal life. As she is pressured to pursue a case she doesn't believe in, she is pulled into Julia's inner circle—an eclectic mix of overly precocious teenagers from Manhattan's most privileged families as well as street kids from Greenwich Village. But when the target of Julia's harassment continues to receive death threats, Ellie is forced to acknowledge that Julia may have learned the hard way that some secrets should never be told.Review“[Burke] has delivered another winner....Two seemingly different storylines converge in a shocking way, demonstrating Burke’s remarkable abilities as a writer....Hatcher is a complex character, and her journey both personally and professionally will have even the most jaded suspense aficionado rapidly turning the pages.” (Jeff Ayers, Associated Press )“Burke has a good eye for the many faces of New York....Burke’s story is complex, but her pace is fast, her prose is crisp and her duplicitous characters ring true in the Darwinian world she creates.” (Patrick Anderson, Washington Post )“Burke’s last book was a stand-alone, but in Never Tell she’s returned to the character her readers know best, the fierce and gutsy NYPD detective Ellie Hatcher - now investigating the apparent suicide of a privileged Manhattan teen.” (Entertainment Weekly )“The meticulous plotting, coupled with Ellie’s complicated evolution as a heroine, make this Burke’s strongest work to date.” (Publishers Weekly, starred review )“Once in a while, a book comes along and makes you sit up and notice. A supremely intelligent novel, masterfully created with a telling hand and unique voice, Never Tell is one of those books. Crime writing doesn’t get much better than this.” (New York Journal of Books )“Never Tell is perhaps Burke’s most ambitious and complex novel to date, yet it’s also her most readable....will leave the reader thinking about this book long after the last page as been turned.” (Joe Hartlaub, Bookreporter.com )“One of Burke’s trademarks is connecting disparate plotlines, which she does here in spades....Skillfully structured...” (Michele Leber, Booklist )“What initially appears to be a simple story quickly becomes more intricate and compelling, making the pages fly. Highly recommended, especially for Lisa Gardner or Laura Lippman fans.” (Stacy Alesi, Library Journal )“In Ellie, Burke has built a likable, flawed heroine....her plotting rarely disappoints. A smooth, compelling read that is proof positive that Burke continues to mature as a writer; this entry in the Ellie Hatcher series sings.” (Kirkus Reviews )“Author Alafair Burke takes her mystery fans on another wild ride in Never Tell.” (The Sun Newspaper )“Never Tell is a great read. Alafair Burke writes a riveting story with a strong female protagonist.” (Suspense Magazine )“Burke’s writing is brisk and sharp, and her glimpse into the world of Manhattan’s super-rich teenaged elite makes for a diverting read.” (Portland Mercury )“In Never Tell, Alafair Burke keeps a tight hold on each of the many strings of a very complicated plot while also expanding the character of her protagonist, Ellie Hatcher.” (The Examiner )“Burke’s sharp portrayal of characters, both recurring and otherwise, defies stereotype and predictability....Never Tell is perhaps Burke’s most ambitious and complex novel to date, yet it’s also her most readable....will leave the reader thinking about this book long after the last page as been turned.” (Joe Hartlaub, Bookreporter.com ) About the AuthorALAFAIR BURKE is the bestselling author of seven previous novels, including the standalone Long Gone and the Ellie Hatcher series: 212, Angel’s Tip, and Dead Connection. A former prosecutor, she now teaches criminal law and lives in Manhattan. Views: 26
He's a Marine...she grew up on a commune.He always puts duty first...she's a free spirit with an unshakable belief in Fate.He loves routine and order...she brings chaos and creativity wherever she goes.They're going to balance each other perfectly—or drive each other completely, utterly insane...On a wild pre-deployment celebration in Las Vegas, Captain Timothy O'Shay encounters free-spirited beauty Skye McDermott, and for once lets down his guard. Now his life is about to take off in directions he never could have imagined..."Like a cup of hot chocolate, The Officer Says I Do is warm, sweet, and spicy."—Mary Margaret Daughtridge, bestselling author of SEALed ForeverReview"Like a cup of hot chocolate, Honor Bound is warm, sweet, and spicy." - -Mary Margret Daughtridge, Bestselling Author of SEALed Forever"Entertaining, thanks to Murray's insights into the attraction of opposites." - Booklist"I just loved this book – I loved watching Tim and Skye's journey together, how they learn that marriage is about compromise and learning about each other, but also not loosing who you are on the inside for another person." - A Bluestocking's Place"The story turns out to be entertaining, thanks to Murray's insights into the attraction of opposites." - BooklistExcerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Chapter 1Timothy O'Shay was positive of one thing.He would be dragging his friends' drunken asses out of a ditch before morning if things progressed the same way the rest of the night."Twenty!" Dwayne crooned next to him. Whenever D drank, his southern accent only became thicker until it was all twang. If someone wasn't careful, they could easily take Dwayne for an idiot. Big mistake."Twenty-one. Sorry, sir," the blackjack dealer said in a monotone voice before sweeping a crestfallen Dwayne's chips away.Somewhere else in the casino, a siren alerted to a slot machine winner. The sound seemed to rub the loss in Dwayne's face as he scowled more."You're going to lose everything you have on the last night in Vegas," Jeremy warned. Not drunk, but plenty buzzed, he seemed to be slowly working his way toward the hammered side of life.Since Tim had zero intention of using his last night of pre-deployment leave on babysitting their drunk asses-again-he shoved Dwayne until he tumbled out of the chair. "Grab some food to soak up the keg in your stomach. I'm not hauling you around by your shirt collar for what's left of leave."Tim loved his friends like brothers. Meeting them in The Basic School was the best thing that had happened to him, to all of them. But often their fondness for free-for-all fun led to more problems than good times. Tim's tendency toward moderation and keeping a cool head kept them out of hot water more than once."Tim, let me borrow a few more bucks.""And watch you lose my cash as fast as you lost yours? Hell no." Tim made another modest bet and watched as he broke even with the dealer. Unlike Dwayne and Jeremy, Tim was about to leave Vegas with the exact amount of cash he entered it with. Moderate play and moderate drinking ensured he never played too deep.Moderate. The story of his life. Hard to shake the "play it safe" feeling when your entire life in the Marines consisted of just that. But then again, if he wasn't willing to play nanny to the two boobs he came with, they'd all be knee-deep in shit."Bet your own cash, then. It's our last night," Jeremy reminded him as he doubled down on his next hand."I am betting my money, Jer. And I'm doing just fine without a drunken Statler and Waldorf in my ear.""Statler and who?" Dwayne asked."The Muppet hecklers, you idiot," Jeremy shot back."Both of you knock it off," Tim started. "I'm not going to-" He cut off, turning his head to follow a woman who passed behind the table, headed toward the slots. She was tall, her head high, and she floated more than walked. A thick mass of chestnut curls rioted down her back, almost covering her bare shoulders."Tim. Earth to Timmy." Jeremy waved a hand in front of his face.Tim slapped it away and snapped, "What?""You're daydreaming and the dealer's waiting.""Oh, sure. Right." Trying to find the brunette again, he shoved some chips out in front without counting. Jeremy whistled and Dwayne muttered a curse, but he didn't take his eyes away from the hunt. She must have slipped down an aisle of slots.And why did he care? One woman, one night. In the end it amounted to nothing."Congratulations, sir.""Holy shit," Jeremy breathed next to him.Dwayne slapped his shoulder. "That was some playing, bro."Huh? Tim looked down and saw that instead of his normal modest bets, he'd shoved almost three hundred dollars in for the hand. And won.Holy shit indeed. He could have lost three hundred dollars and never even realized it. A cocktail waitress bent over to hand Dwayne the whiskey he'd ordered. Tim grabbed the glass first and tossed the drink back. The burn down his throat only ignited the adrenaline that was blazing low in his gut.One shot wouldn't kill him. He wouldn't lose control from one shot."Do it again," Dwayne encouraged. His friend was starting to sound less sloppy, more like his normal good ole country boy self."Are you crazy?" Tim asked. "I could have lost that entire thing!" And why, when the thought should have been a cold wake-up call, did the fear thrill him, just a little?"That's why it's called gambling," Jeremy pointed out. "Don't be a pussy. Do it again.""You two are nuts."Jeremy grabbed his wrist in a tight grip. "If you lose, I'll pay you back every penny," he muttered in a low voice."What the hell has gotten into you?" Tim started to scrape his chips into the palm of his hand. Maybe he could catch up with the hot brunette before she got too far away. Playing all or nothing wasn't his style. Never had been. Measured risks made him a good officer and kept his ass out of trouble."Place your bets, gentlemen," the dealer intoned over the clang of another winning alarm bell somewhere in the slots section. Where his anonymous woman had disappeared to. Where he was heading."You have spent the entire trip playing nanny. And don't pretend you haven't.""Someone has to," Tim grumbled. And yeah, it grated just a little that even if he wanted to have fun, it wouldn't be possible. Not with his two friends always being the first to sign up for Party Mascot."And we love you for it. But it just occurred to me that while you're babysitting, you're not having as much fun." Jeremy took the glass of Jack and Coke and pushed it in front. When Tim stared at him, he motioned to the glass. Tim took a sip, then a gulp."Place your bets." The request was more forceful."Hold on," Jeremy shot back, then faced Tim. "Do this. You're my best friend. You need to live. For one fucking night, stop thinking about what can go wrong. We have seven months in Afghanistan to worry about that. Have fun and let go. Don't be a pussy; just go for it."Let go. It sounded like heaven. And really, if Jeremy was going to pay him back, was it really that much of a risk? For one night, he could act a fool like his friends normally did and worry about the consequences later.He took all of one second to debate. He stole Dwayne's shot of tequila, ignoring Dwayne's protests, and tossed it back, adding to the burn of whiskey. Then he shoved his pile of chips forward."All in.""Do you hear that?"Skye McDermott turned to her best friend, Tasha, and asked, "What?""That noise. Coming from the tables. Sounds like someone's going to win big," her friend replied.Skye checked her watch and tried to remember what time the show started. "That happens. It's a casino, after all," she pointed out."Do you wanna go watch?" Jessie asked.Skye watched as she came up broke on the slot and swiveled on the stool. "This is girls' night out. Do you really want to spend it watching some fat, balding CPA have a lucky streak at cards while he pinches the waitresses' butts?""Girls' night out. As in the three of us. And two want to go. GNO is a democracy," Tasha said with a smile. "Come on. If it's boring we'll come back."Skye heaved a sigh but followed in their wake, winding through the rows of slot machines. Just go with the flow. There was likely a reason her friends were so insistent, even if they'd never find out. Fate was weird that way, and like an experienced cardsharp, she didn't always show her hand.Pulling her hair off her neck for a moment, she gave another sigh-this one of pleasure-as the cool casino air hit her hot skin. The curse of thick curls. She debated pulling it up in a ponytail but didn't bother. She pulled a few strands loose that were caught in her large hoop earrings."Can someone remind me why we didn't go elsewhere for our GNO anyway?" Jessie asked. "How much of a night out is it if we hang where we work?""We work at Cloud Nine, the restaurant. Just because it's inside the casino doesn't mean we work here on the floor," Skye reminded her. "And it's good to show support for our employer.""Spoken like a true manager," Tasha teased, then stopped short. With a wide grin splitting her beautiful face, she pointed. "Now tell me. Does that look like a balding CPA?"Skye glanced around her and saw the blackjack table causing the commotion. A crowd had formed in a semi-circle, completely enamored with the action. And no wonder.Three men sat at the table meant for eight, but only one was actually playing the game. The one on the left was the largest of the three, his height evident even though they were sitting down. His grin was a bit loopy, as if he was fighting off a good drunk. The one on the right was smaller for sure, more lean than large. He was concentrating hard on the dealer's hands, as if memorizing every move. His body almost quivered with anticipation with each card pulled.But the man in the middle grabbed her attention and held on tight. Military short, light brown hair, eyes that took in everything, and a mouth that she could watch for hours. He wasn't handsome in an obvious way. And nobody would dare call him pretty. But he was tempting all the same. He looked... relaxed. One arm draped over the back of the tallest one's chair, the other rested on his thigh. No tense energy, no anxiety, as if it was no big deal that he'd just laid down a two-hundred-dollar bet on a ten-dollar table. And he played with reckless abandon. No rhyme or reason. No pattern.He lost a hand, and his smile quirked to one side as if to say, Can't win 'em all. When he won, he grinned like there was no point in playing it cool. He didn't play to the small crowd. In fact, the whooping, cheering horde of people behind him ceased to exist in his world. He was simply having fun for fun's sake. The lack of a plan, the absolute abandon that he played with was more attractive than his pile of chips. His easy laughter was infectious, and she found herself smiling along."The guy has absolutely no method to the madness," Jessie said in a murmur. Of the three women, she would be the one to know. Jessie was obsessed with poker and all things related. Skye didn't ... Views: 26
Michael Green expected many things from his 38th year: to redeem a failed acting/music/writing career, to build upon friendships and church relationships, and most of all, to finally meet someone. He’d been looking—and waiting—a long time. What he didn’t expect was to get arrested for a DUI, driving home from a church dinner. That changed everything. It was a shame, too. Two weeks earlier, he had met someone. "Arresting Grace" is the story of Michael Green’s DUI arrest, as well as his long distance relationship with Jessie, a charming woman from the Bay Area. Thoughtfully written and raw, with unflinching honesty, Arresting Grace recalls such works as Donald Miller’s "Blue Like Jazz" and Anne LaMott’s "Grace (Eventually)". A man searches for answers most earnestly when he’s brought low. This is the story of a man, fallen lower than imaginable, searching for God in the midst...and finding grace in the most unexpected places.
### About the Author
Michael Green spent the last half of the 90s playing in rock bands in post-grunge Seattle, the better part of the next decade singing/songwriting and doing local theatre in Los Angeles, and the past three years becoming an author. He is a frequent contributor to The Burnside Writers Collective, and is currently working on a follow-up to Arresting Grace, as well as a new fiction novel. Views: 26
