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"Delivers fiery passion with a country-western kick."—Publishers Weekly for A Very Cowboy ChristmasThe firefighting cowboys of Wildcat Bluffs take Christmas VERY seriously...When Ivy Bryant arrives in town to run the historic honkytonk, she finds herself immersed in traditions that can't be bucked. Luckily, cowboy firefighter Slade Steele has an idea to increase both the honkytonk's income, and his own. It's an offer Ivy couldn't refuse, even if the passion between them wasn't already reaching the boiling point.Ivy and Slade's love story is legendary—when you add in arsonist cattle rustlers, a runaway Angus bull, and a chili recipe that includes liquor AND chocolate, Wildcat Bluffs will be celebrating a cowboy Christmas unlike any other.Smokin' Hot Cowboys: A Cowboy Firefighter for Christmas (Book 1) Blazing Hot Cowboy (Book 2) A Very Cowboy Christmas (Book 3) Hot for a Cowboy (Book 4) Cowboy... Views: 174
A killer is on the loose – and she's the next victim. Eager to return home after a series of unusually uneventful trips, Patricia looks forward to some quiet time with her boyfriend in their small town in Georgia. She's relieved to not any have more murder mysteries on her hands – but she has no idea what she's about to be dragged into. When a seemingly ordinary visit for some Fall-themed festivities ends with a double murder and Patricia's own close brush with death, she stumbles into an elusive mystery – and it quickly becomes clear that someone is prepared to kill her to protect it. If she hopes to unravel the murders, she'll be forced to travel to the heart of Atlanta and get into the mind of the insane killer who is stalking her every move. Locked in a deadly race against time to unmask the murderer before they can get to her, Patricia must push her skills to the limits and stay one step ahead if she wants... Views: 174
Choice selections from the Wimsey family’s correspondence during World War II.
Intended by Dorothy Sayers primarily as a form of commentary on the war, on topics ranging from British life and government to foreign powers and dreams for the post-war future, it serves as a fascinating appendix to the adventures of Lord Peter Wimsey and his companions.
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A wonderful story about two destitute children who are on their way to the Celestial City. Views: 173
THE CALICO CAT I Mr. peaslee looked more complacent than ever. It was Saturday noon, and Solomon had just returned from his usual morning sojourn "up-street." He had taken off his coat, and was washing his face at the sink, while his wife was "dishing up" the midday meal. There was salt codfish, soaked fresh, and stewed in milk—"picked up," as the phrase goes; there were baked potatoes and a thin, pale-looking pie. Mrs. Peaslee did not believe in pampering the flesh, and she did believe in saving every possible cent. "Well," said Mr. Peaslee, as they sat down to this feast, "I guess I\'ve got news for ye." His wife gazed at him with interest. "Are ye drawed?" she asked. "Got the notice from Whitcomb right in my pocket. Grand juror. September term. \'T ain\'t more\'n a week off." The staccato utterance was caused by the big mouthfuls of codfish and potato which, between phrases, Mr. Peaslee conveyed to his mouth. It was plain to see that he was greatly pleased with his new dignity. "What do they give ye for it?" asked his wife. Solomon should accept no office which did not bring profit. "Two dollars a day and mileage," said Mr. Peaslee, with the emphasis of one who knows he will make a sensation. "Mileage? What\'s that?" "Travelin\' expenses. State allows ye so much a mile. I get eight cents for goin\' to the courthouse." "Ye get eight cents every day?" asked his wife, her eyes snapping. She was vague about the duties of a grand juror; maybe he had to earn his two dollars; but she had exact ideas about the trouble of walking "up-street." To get eight cents for that was being paid for doing nothing at all, and she was much astonished at the idea. "Likely now, ain\'t it?" said Mr. Peaslee, with masculine scorn. "State don\'t waste money that way! Mileage\'s to get ye there an\' take ye home again when term\'s over. You\'re s\'posed to stay round \'tween whiles." "Humph!" said his wife, disappointed. "They give ye two dollars a day"—she hazarded the shot—"just for settin\' round and talkin\', don\'t they? Walkin\'s considerable more of an effort for most folks." "\'Settin\' round an\' talkin\'!\'" exclaimed Mr. Peaslee, so indignantly that he stopped eating for a moment, knife and fork upright in his rigid, scandalized hands, while he gazed at his thin, energetic, shrewish little wife. "\'Settin\' round and talkin\'!\' It\'s mighty important work, now I tell ye. I guess there wouldn\'t be much law and order if it wa\'n\'t for the grand jury. They don\'t take none but men o\' jedgment. Takes gumption, I tell ye. Ye have to pay money to get that kind." "Well," said his wife, with the air of one who concedes an unimportant point, "anyhow, it\'s good pay for a man whose time ain\'t worth anythin\'." "Ain\'t worth anythin\'!" exclaimed Mr. Peaslee, in hurt tones. "Now, Sarepty, ye know better\'n that. I don\'t know how they\'ll get along without me up to the bank. They\'ve got a pretty good idee o\' my jedgment \'bout mortgages. They don\'t pass any without my say so." Mrs. Peaslee sniffed. "I\'ve seen ye in the bank window, settin\' round with Jim Bartlett and Si Spooner and the rest of \'em.... Views: 173
Frederick Merrick White (1859-1935) wrote a number of novels and short stories under the name "Fred M. White" including the six \'Doom of London\' science-fiction stories, in which various catastrophes beset London. These include The Four Days\' Night (1903), in which London is beset by a massive killer smog; The Dust of Death (1903), in which diphtheria infects the city, spreading from refuse tips and sewers; and The Four White Days (1903), in which a sudden and deep winter paralyses the city under snow and ice. These six stories all first appeared in Pearson\'s Magazine, and were illustrated by Warwick Goble. Views: 173
Synn, a demon, carries extraordinary magic and power, but there is more within her than she dreams. Kidnapped as a child, her captors murdered her family and forced her into training as a warrior assassin. When an assignment goes horribly wrong, she finds herself at the mercy of the friends and family of her intended target. Offering valuable information in exchange for protection, she gains her freedom, but it is not without its challenges. Gavin Shaughnessy is the publican at his family's Irish pub. He is certain Synn is meant to be his and isn't bothered by her past. He must find a way to convince her their future together is stronger than the dark memories that haunt her dreams. When her past comes calling for revenge, will their love survive the raging inferno she brings down upon them? Or will the searing path of destruction destroy all they hold dear? Views: 173
