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Sylvie reluctantly took Margot's placeSylvie's sister, Margot, was determined to become an actress. She refused to live in Greece with her husband, Leon Petronides, and their small son. So Sylvie found herself going to Greece to look after the boy.The Petronides family was not thrilled with the substitution--but Sylvie soon won them over, especially Leon. Andreas Petronides, his brother, was a different story.He resented Sylvie's attentions to Leon. In fact, he seemed to suspect Sylvie's motives. The only explanation for his attitude never even occurred to Sylvie . . . . Views: 50
In Midnight Pass, Texas, the law is this cop's passion...and one rancher's problem.Ten years after they broke up, the sparks—and the enmity—between sexy cowboy Tate Reynolds and Detective Belle Granger are just as hot as ever. When a body turns up on Tate's family ranch, headstrong Belle catches the case and falls right back into her ex's protective arms. This time, will a savage crime unite them...or shatter their love forever? Views: 50
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Riverbend... home of the River Rats--a group of small-town sons and daughters who've been friends since high school. The River Rats are all grown up now. Living their lives and learning that some days are good and some days aren't--and that you can get Views: 50
Police Officer Frank O’Ryan’s knee exploded when struck by a bullet from the kid’s gun. It was a junk gun, something with duct tape wrapped around the handle. It worked just fine though and Frank was going down. His sergeant squirmed on the pavement, bleeding out from a gunshot to the chest, begging Frank not to let him die. Frank raised his weapon and fired. One round. Center mass of the suspect’s chest. It was just a kid. * * * Not-Even-Promoted Detective Vic Ajax is the most hated man in his small suburban police department. The kind of cop who spends more time with drug dealers and burglars than he does with other cops, probably because he likes the dirtballs better. The brass keeps Vic down in the basement by himself, until the day Frank O’Ryan returns to work and gets ordered to be his partner. Together, they’ll take a journey into the dark heart of The Job . Superbia is a world filled with grandfatherly pedophiles and drug zombies who hide their stashes in dirty baby diapers. It’s a place where a group of rogue cops rely on an angry six-foot bunny called the Truth Rabbit for really tough interrogations. In Superbia, doing the right thing can be a fatal career move and the bosses are more dangerous than any crook on the street. Superbia is the funniest, scariest, most brutal account of what good cops truly experience and most of the world never gets to know. Views: 50
“A painful and hilarious send-up of grandiose doctors and their barbaric medical miracles. . . . A postmodern Jane Austen romp.” – The Boston GlobeIn a novel that brilliantly conjures up the resilience of the human spirit, Alice Adams draws a clear-eyed portrait of a woman who must overcome her resistance to the help offered by others.Molly Brenner suffers from guilt and headaches. The guilt arrives with the insurance money she receives after the accidental death of her second husband (she was on the verge of separating). And the headaches she at first thinks are just a neurotic manifestation, but when she is diagnosed with a malignancy, she finds herself once again depending on a man, this time from a profession she loathes, the medical profession. Amazon.com ReviewMolly Bonner has a problem. Horrible, debilitating headaches have sent her tumbling down a medical rabbit hole into a nightmarish world of hospitals, tests, and-- worst of all--unfeeling male doctors who all suffer in varying degrees from the delusion that they are God. Her specialist, her surgeon, her best friend's lover, and even her own boyfriend are cut from this same arrogant cloth. This raises the question early in Alice Adams's novel Medicine Men, why doesn't Molly just find a woman doctor and a new beau? In Medicine Men Alice Adams explores many issues surrounding the doctor- patient relationship: the dismissive condescension doctors often display toward patients, the unquestioning acceptance of authority patients often grant their doctors. When the patient is a woman and the doctor a man, there's an added patina of expectation on both sides--that the woman be docile, a "good patient," the man all-knowing, capable of solving all problems. These are fascinating subjects, but in making almost all the doctors male and unbearable and all the women passive and victimized, Adams is skating dangerously close to charicature rather than character. From Library JournalIn Adams's breezily written tenth novel, Molly Bonner is having some trouble: her marriage to a stiff, alcoholic New England lawyer has failed; her second husband has just died, leaving her filthy rich with insurance money but terribly guilty because they were about to separate anyway; and the nose bleeds she's been having turn out to result from a golf ball-sized tumor demanding immediate surgery. What's worse, Molly has too many rapacious, self-absorbed "medicine men" in her life, from Dave Jacobs, the domineering creep with whom her friend Felicia has set her up, to Felicia's own married paramour, the oh-so-smug Dr. Raleigh Sanderson. What could have been a nice comedy of manners fall terribly, terribly flat. Even those with grave doubts about doctors will be offended by their depiction here as hopelessly shallow and sleazy, and some readers may find Molly a little shallow herself. With all the slick mating and remating going on, very little time is spent on the consequences for Molly of a possibly fatal disease. Buy where Adams is popular.?Barbara Hoffert, "Library Journal"Copyright 1997 Reed Business Information, Inc. Views: 50
It's time. Time to get a life. Time to start over. Time to move beyond the past. The guys in the Single Dads Club would tell you it was time years ago, but until recently, the risk of hurting my little girl outweighed the benefit of getting a piece of ass. Now that I have a tween daughter on my hands? It's becoming more apparent with every poster hung on the wall, every fight over wearing make-up and every uncomfortable conversation about puberty, that at least one of us needs a female touch in our lives. Jesus. I can't even think the words 'female touch' without thinking of her. Charlotte Rose. Charlie. She's everything I shouldn't want, but someone needs to tell that to my damn libido because every time she's around I have a constant case of blue balls. There's a list of reasons why I shouldn't give into what I feel—she's my best friend's little sister, she's seen me at my most... Views: 50
