Witchlight By Sonya Clark Book two of Magic Born In 2066, the Magic Born are
segregated in urban reservations. The laws do not protect them, or their allies.
Councilwoman Elizabeth Marsden is a powerful player in New Corinth politics, but a
closely guarded secret could destroy her life—she’s a hidden Magic Born. Her family has
gone to great lengths to erase all her magic-related records, until a trancehacking
outlaw discovers the last remaining one... Vadim Bazarov smuggles Magic Borns through
the underground railroad and threatens to reveal Elizabeth’s secret unless she helps him
access blank ID cards. Elizabeth wants to hate him for having a stranglehold on her
life, but can’t help being attracted to someone so sure of who and what he is. Vadim
initially sees her as a political ice queen, but is intrigued by her suppressed magical
abilities. He trains Elizabeth to use her magic, and before long finds himself falling
for her. But their newfound love may be shortlived; an anti-magic ordinance forces one
of them to make a choice that will change both their lives for good. 86,000
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When Esmeralda Salinas left her childhood home, she left behind the judgmental lectures and cold, unaffectionate parents who never found her good enough to compete with her brother Beto. Esme fashions herself into her own woman, and refuses to let others dictate her behavior or her dreams. After a love affair goes wrong in Rose Creek, Texas, she packs up her horse and moves to even tinier Truth, Texas.When Esme finds herself singing country karaoke in her aunt’s bar, she can deal with that. But when Tía demands that Esme consider a job offer from devastatingly sexy Rafael Benton, Esme realizes that the small town of Truth might harbor some horrific lies revolving around Rafael and his recently deceased sister Cody, who had reached the pinnacle of the country music season only to crash and burn.Still, Esme listens to Rafael’s sales pitch and can’t believe what he offers: almost a quarter million dollars to marry him for the summer.Rafael talks a good game, and Esme knows she could enjoy the benefits of marriage to him, with or without the formalities and pre-nuptials and pretense. But sleeping with a man for the thrill is one thing. Marrying him for money is another. Can she accept a job that would make her rich but might destroy all she holds sacred?Sensuality Level: Sensual Views: 46
Suffering from writer's block, novelist Rachel Ames escapes to a lake cabin to calm her mind and regain a sense of herself. The location is perfect. Isolated. Beautiful. Inspiring. It even comes with a good-looking landlord who shows an interest in her. But she can't shake the sense that something terrible has followed her to the lake, something just beyond her consciousness, something out on the edge where the sounds of a raging fire and sirens linger whenever she slows down to listen. Determined to make the cabin work, she tries to settle in and give her new life a chance. But when strange things begin to happen around her, she wonders if she's made a terrible mistake. As the darkness that's followed her manifests itself in inexplicable ways, her concept of reality is stretched thin and she realizes nothing at the lake is what it seems. As she fights to survive with her sanity intact, she understands too late that the location she's chosen for herself is far from perfect. Views: 46
His unexpected wife! Cristo Ravelli paces the floor of his father's Irish country estate, ruing the day he heard the Brophy name. That his father died and left a brood of illegitimate children is hardly surprising, but to silence this scandal Cristo must bring their guardian, the enchanting Belle, in line with his plans! Belle Brophy's only concern is her half siblings. She'll do anything to provide them with the security she never had. So when this gorgeous Italian offers marriage, she won't say no. But once the ring is on her finger Belle quickly discovers there's more to a marriage than saying "I do"! Views: 46
Eighteen-year-old Janey Nielsen had no idea what to expect when she arrived at her college campus in Salt Lake City. Raised in a tiny town in the Arizona Strip known it's isolation, and more recently residing on a cattle ranch in central Wyoming, she’d never lived in a big city. Now she was on her own on campus, and she had no idea how to fit in. There were two things that Janey hadn't planned for. One was her English Lit professor, and the other was her roommate's sexy friend Andrew Craig, star of the basketball team. How was she supposed to get any studying done with these two vying for her attention? Recommended for readers 18+ due to sexual content. Views: 46
The brand new novel from Sean Black. When college basketball coach Malik Shaw goes missing after a family tragedy, it looks like just another retired athlete gone off the rails. But Malik's childhood friend, private security specialist Ty Johnson, quickly begins to suspect that there is more to it. Chasing the truth, Ty, along with his business partner, Ryan Lock, begin to uncover a sinister conspiracy of silence in a sleepy Minnesota college town.ReviewWhen college basketball coach Malik Shaw goes missing after a family tragedy, it looks like just another retired athlete gone off the rails. But Malik's childhood friend, private security specialist Ty Johnson, quickly begins to suspect that there is more to it. Chasing the truth, Ty and his business partner, Ryan Lock, begin to uncover a sinister conspiracy of silence in a sleepy Minnesota college town."This is a writer, and a hero, to watch." - The Daily Mail "This series is ace. There are deservedly strong Lee Child comparisons as the author is also a Brit, his novels US-based, his character appealing, and his publisher the same." - The Bookseller"Black's style is supremely slick." - The Daily Telegraph"Sean Black writes with the pace of Lee Child, and the heart of Harlan Coben." - Joseph Finder, New York Times BestsellerFrom the AuthorEXCERPT - All Rights ReservedChapter TwoFourteen years laterHarrisburg, MinnesotaMalik Shaw climbed into the front cab of the Dodge Ram pick-up he'd bought to deal with the harsh Minnesota winter that lay ahead. He patted his lap, and the family dog, a six-year-old golden retriever called Flint, launched himself into the cab. The dog clambered over Malik's lap and settled himself in the middle of the truck's bench seat. As Malik started the engine, the dog nudged his elbow, as if to say, 'Let's get going already.' Malik glanced down at the text message that had woken him less than fifteen minutes ago - Prob at the stad. The number had been withheld, but the message had been signed Mike. Mike was one of his assistant coaches. It had taken Malik just a moment, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, to decode the truncated message: 'Problem at the stadium'. He had slipped out of bed, careful not to wake his wife, and called Mike. He went straight to voicemail. There had been nothing else for it but to get dressed and go check it out. Taking his time, Malik backed slowly out of the driveway and turned the nose of the truck toward the end of the cul-de-sac, Flint beside him. He pulled out onto Buffalo Drive, skirting the University of Minnesota campus, with its red-brick buildings. A lone campus-security patrol car slowed as it passed him in the opposite direction. Malik stopped, and pressed the button to lower his window. The officer, a doughy white kid who looked barely old enough to be driving, never mind in uniform, leaned out of his window, greeting him with a grin. 'Hey, Coach! Tell me we're going to win tomorrow.' 'Bet on it,' said Malik. 'Hey, you get a call about something happening at the stadium?' 'Nope. Everything's quiet. Hey, you want me to come with you?' the young cop asked. 'No,' Malik said quickly. 'You're good. It's probably nothing.' If it was a prank, the last thing Malik wanted as coach was the head of campus security, an officious overweight asshole called Tromso, getting involved and making a mountain out of a molehill. 'Okay. Well, holler if you need us,' said the cop, his window gliding back up as he took off. Malik watched him go, taking a second or two to wonder at the power of sport. A lone black man driving around a Minnesota college town late at night could usually expect an encounter with law enforcement to play out a little differently. But make that black man the coach of the college basketball team and it was a whole different story. Not that Malik minded his celebrity status: he didn't. It was just that he'd seen enough to know that it wasn't about him. The real star was sport. He was just a lucky guy who got to bathe in its reflected glory. He came to the intersection with Main Street. He drove straight ahead, past the administration building, and hung a left onto Wolf Road. There was a Wolf Road in every town across America. It went by different names but the destination was always the same. It could be a small, open high school football field burning bright under Friday-night lights, or an indoor cavern of a basketball court, surrounded by ghetto-murder streets, or a college stadium vast enough to shame a pro team. The names changed, the physical form of the battlefield varied, but the destination remained the same. At the end of the road lay a temple of hopes, dreams, failures and fight-backs. No towns worshiped more devoutly than those who had not much else to shout about. In these places, places like the one to which Malik had brought his family, defeat tasted more bitter than it did elsewhere, and victory sweeter. It was part of the reason he had taken the job in the first place. He could have gone to Florida as an assistant coach for twice the salary they could offer the head coach here. He could have gone to a similar-sized college in New Hampshire that, courtesy of some seriously wealthy alumni, had an annual endowment ten times what they had at Harrisburg. Hell, he could easily have secured a post somewhere that didn't require snow chains for three months of the year. But he hadn't. Malik had come to Harrisburg because he knew he could make a difference to people's lives. And that was all he had wanted to do. God had granted him a gift, and he wanted to go where that gift could do the most good. It sounded cheesy, but it was the truth. When it came time to meet his maker, Malik knew that what mattered more than money, acclaim or any of the other superficial, materialistic nonsense the country obsessed about, was the difference he had made to the lives of others.Malik pulled up his Dodge at the small side entrance used on game days by the coaching staff and players. That was when he noticed the dark grey sedan tucked in next to the entrance. It stood out because, apart from his truck, the rest of the stadium parking lot was empty. He turned off his engine and got out, leaving the dog in the cab. He walked over to the sedan and peered through the windshield. There was no driver, and no one in the passenger seat. Malik walked round the car. There was no one in the back seats either. The car had a Minnesota license plate. There were two bumper stickers. One announced that the owner was a college alumnus, and the other read 'Go Wolves.' Malik racked his brain: had he seen the car before? Alumni who hung out around the stadium were hardly a rarity, though they tended to show up for practice or pep rallies, rather than at midnight the night before a game. He dug his cell phone from his pocket and snapped a picture of the car. There was likely a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why it was there, but in case there wasn't ... He put his cell back in his pocket, and let the dog out of the truck. Flint immediately ran over to the sedan and cocked a leg against the rear wheel. Choking back a laugh, Malik unlocked the side door of the building and stepped into the narrow hallway that led toward the locker rooms. The dog at his side, he stopped to take a deep breath. He loved the smell of these places. That mix of sweat and floor polish did it for him every time. It was the scent of hard work and challenges faced. He walked past the locker rooms, heading for the caretaker's office. The office was unlocked. The alarm system inside was unarmed. Usually it would have blinked red if the alarm was on, but tonight it was flashing green: disarmed. Malik glanced to the side entrance door. That had definitely been locked. The two things didn't square, unless the caretaker had forgotten to activate the alarm. He kept walking. He pushed open a set of double doors that opened straight onto the court and walked to the center. He looked at his watch. It was a minute to midnight. As the seconds fell toward twelve, he closed his eyes. That was when he heard it. At five seconds to midnight. Views: 46
He really popped the question. I couldn't believe it. I laughed at him but he claimed to be dead serious. Since he didn't have a ring and his divorce was yet to be finalized, I told him both were a must if I was even going to consider it. Will he finalize his divorce and propose with a ring this time? Will I get the wedding of my dreams? Views: 46
Emily isn’t about to marry just any man, but falling in love with two hot ranchers might be more than this respectable young lady can handle.
Emily St. Claire is wealthy, beautiful, young and very eligible to the single men of Manitou Springs, Colorado. The Wild West isn’t safe for a woman alone, but she isn’t about to marry for anything but love. Her charitable efforts put her in touch with all manner of people, and while she’s respectable, she causes gossip around the small town as she tries to help prostitutes and orphans. Still, she does want a family of her own.
Two handsome young men catch Emily’s eye, but Jack and Henry are so close. How can she pick one of them without destroying their friendship and their partnership? When she finds them in a compromising position, she’s shocked and intrigued. Emily never considered herself conventional, but the men open her eyes even more to how inclusive and varied love can be. Society would never approve, yet it doesn’t feel wrong for the trio. Being courted by two men at once is wild, but committing herself to them is pure madness and pure ecstasy as well. They must keep their ménage secret until they’re sure how to plan a future together so no one will suspect or discover the truth. 1878 isn’t ready for what they have to offer. Views: 46
Stunningly repackaged, Kuki Gallmann's African Nights vividly portrays the harsh and beautiful landscapes of Africa.Africa evokes a deep sense of mystery. It is a place that retains what most of the world has lost: space, roots, traditions, awesome beauty, true wilderness, rare animals, and extraordinary people. In this wonderful and haunting collection of stories, Kuki Gallmann writes of her life in Africa, where every day brings challenge and adventure. African Nights is a treasury of memories, in which fascinating people and places are brought to life. It he healing powers Africa can have on those who embrace the land as a place of mystery, superstition, danger, and beauty.'Captures perfectly the magic of Kenya, creating an almost overwhelming picture of beauty and drama, pain and joy, death and resurrection . . . Her discovery of African culture, with its mystery and danger, is recounted in spare,... Views: 46
"In her seventh series entry, Logue writes beautifully about rural Minnesota life while telling a good mystery. For fans of J.A. Jance and Margaret Maron." --Library Journal Deputy Sheriff Claire Watkins has had an easy summer in Fort St. Antoine, Wisconsin; the only problem is that her daughter Meg is leaving for college soon. When Claire walks down to the park to watch the Burning Boat--a large replica of a Norwegian longboat set on the shores of Lake Pepin, burned at the autumnal equinox--she has no idea that more than just a wooden structure is going up in flames. The next day, the bones of a young woman are found in the ashes. When Claire learns that the new deputy she has hired, a vet returning from Afghanistan, was the young woman's former boyfriend, and that he is now dating her daughter Meg, she is desperate to find out who is responsible for the death. In order to get to the heart of this mystery, Claire must understand what happened in an attack in the mountains of Afghanistan, which left one man wounded, one man killed, and one man disturbed. Could one of those two remaining men be the killer? Views: 46
