At first, Maggie is reluctant to even acknowledge Hamish’s requests to meet, ignoring his letters. But this is a very charismatic and persuasive man, good-looking and intelligent. Eventually even she can’t resist his lure.
Author: Sharon Bolton
Publisher: Minotaur Books
He’s a serial killer. A murderer of young women, all killed in brutal attacks. But despite Hamish Wolfe’s conviction, he’s always stuck to his story—he’s innocent and he’s been wrongly imprisoned. And now he wants someone to investigate and, more importantly, to write his story. Maggie Rose is a notorious defense attorney and writer whose specialty is getting convictions overturned. At first, Maggie is reluctant to even acknowledge Hamish’s requests to meet, ignoring his letters. But this is a very charismatic and persuasive man, good-looking and intelligent. Eventually even she can’t resist his lure...
Chase Jackson turned every one of Daisy Summers’ sexual fantasies into scorching reality.
Author: Serenity Woods
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Chase Jackson turned every one of Daisy Summers’ sexual fantasies into scorching reality. But it wasn’t enough. Daisy needed a lover who provided more than just amazing sex. That he turned out to be tall, dark and wealthy didn’t hurt. Problem is, her "perfect" man is now the perfect liar. When his secrets leave Daisy lonely and betrayed, she has nobody to turn to…except Chase. Letting Daisy walk away was one of Chase’s biggest mistakes. Now that she’s back in his life—and in his arms—he’s bent on keeping her there. But his past and her present are two shapes that don’t fit...yet. Caught up in a triangle, Daisy’s forced to choose between two men who’ve broken her trust before. Only now Chase is determined to prove he’s changed his ways—and the one thing that hasn’t changed is his love for her. 55,880 Words
In preparation for a family wedding, thirteen-year-old Rachel, cousin of the bride, and Haley, cousin of the groom, learn about each other's own religious beliefs while secretly observing the faith in action of the bride, a Messianic Jew.
Author: Sandra Byrd
Publisher: Bethany House Publishers
Category: Juvenile Fiction
In preparation for a family wedding, thirteen-year-old Rachel, cousin of the bride, and Haley, cousin of the groom, learn about each other's own religious beliefs while secretly observing the faith in action of the bride, a Messianic Jew. Original.
But only more questions arise as men from around town start to confess for no reason, all with the same story. So Rose, Lily, and Violet and Officer Hollow take it upon themselves to find the killer.
Author: Samantha Evergreen
After a wild night of partying on the last day of spring break, three seventeen-year-old friends Rose, Lily, and Violet wake up to find their best friend Daisy Young is missing and in the small town of Watkinsville, Georgia in 1975 that's not normal. As the days go by, everyone starts to wonder how the girl who spent her days with her head in the clouds and had no enemies could go missing. Rumors start that she ran away; that's until Rose, Lily, and Violet find bones in a riverbank. Watkinsville descends into madness as Chief Thompson and the newly instated 21-year-old Officer Mark Hollow look into what had happened that night. But only more questions arise as men from around town start to confess for no reason, all with the same story. So Rose, Lily, and Violet and Officer Hollow take it upon themselves to find the killer. But little do they know they're running against the clock and things may not be quite what they seem. **** "An enthralling read from start to finish, you won't be able to put it down." - Samantha Benjamin, I Am This Girl "Hopefully the first of many books from this talented author." - Justin Alcala, Consumed "A thought provoking and exciting debut." - Ashley Laino, A Storm of Magic "A fantastic psychological thriller with enough plot twists to leave you dizzy but thoroughly entertained and engaged." - John Selby, Sen
"Originally published in single issue form as Sex #21-26"--Title page verso.
Author: Sonia Harris
Category: Comics & Graphic Novels
THE FOURTH VOLUME OF SEX IN BOOK FORM! Retired superhero, Simon Cooke, has returned to Saturn City to live life as a "normal" civilian. Easier said than done! Now that the full-blown, ten-year superhero orgy is over, life is getting even more complicated. And not only for Simon Cooke; everyone seems to have their own kink to deal with. Just remember: morality may be subjective, but SEX is still great!
Daisies grow without any permission at all, says Ivy.
Author: Blue Coutell
Daisies grow without any permission at all, says Ivy. But Ivy is a rose. In the beauty of budding sexual identity lies a hungry dark. ?Ivy uncovers Astrid's dark, not realizing she's taking steps to reclaiming her own. Love, flowers, and literature. What could go wrong?
The things that children see and the things that parents and teachers see in children. This collection of poems explores the world of children through their eyes and the concerns and love of the grown-ups.
Author: Harvey J. Sagar
School, holidays, cycling, swimming and music; friends, family and enemies; trials, temptation, dangers and learning. The things that children see and the things that parents and teachers see in children. This collection of poems explores the world of children through their eyes and the concerns and love of the grown-ups.
This 200+ page book has been approved by TWiEA - The World Isometric Exercise Association (www.TWiEA.com).
Author: Helen Wuorio
Publisher: Independently Published
This book has been approved by TWiEA - The World Isometric Exercise Association (www.TWiEA.com). One of the great things about isometric exercise is that it doesn't necessarily need any special equipment to benefit from a powerful total-body workout. However, using some simple equipment can add variety and dimension to any workout. Another great thing about isometric exercise is that if you want to add some equipment to your workout, then it doesn't have to be expensive or proprietary.Improvised Isometric Exercise Devices or IIEDs come in all shapes and sizes and are only limited by your imagination and knowledge of good biomechanics.Basic climbing equipment can also become extremely powerful IIEDs. One of the most effective is the powerful and extremely versatile daisy chain.This book is a valuable resource listing many improvised isomeric exercises that can be performed with a daisy chain. It also tells you how they can be effectively used, adapted, safely extended and it gives you some essential information about daisy chains, their strength and their construction.
which allow one to choose , from chains found acceptable by the above test , the
" best " chain , in the sense of goodness of fit , are now described . The method
found applicable to short chains ( where n , the number of resonances , is less ...
I had chains on all four tires. Driving out my driveway that morning was no trouble
at all, even though the snow proved deep and soft in some places. Dick Morris, in
the Weaverville Hardware Store, showed me how to put the chains on the day ...
Author: Penelope Fox
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
DAISY IN A GUN BARREL PEACE AND FREEDOM, LOVE AND WAR, ROCK AND ROLL THE 1960s ~ Penelope Fox If you happen to be an American Idol fan, recognize Eric Clapton or Bob Dylan in television commercials, listen to classic rock, or follow the clash of conservatives and liberals in Congress, you know that the 1960s remain with us, even fifty years after the impact of the era. The dilemmas of that decade continue to confound us as we grapple with the ideologies that entered the consciousness of the nation during those years. A cascade of front page news marks the period: the election of youthful, progressive, President John F. Kennedy and the fear-mongering, strangle-hold of the CIA and FBI; peace movements versus military efforts; marijuana-smoking, long haired Hippies in loose fashions clashing with strait-laced, buttoned up, conservative law enforcement; Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and civil rights, followed by womens rights, workers rights and everyone wondering what was right. More incongruities arose from international oil production and giant factory output clashing with breakthrough biological science and environmental concerns. Satellite communication battled with censorship in broadcasting. Youthful interest in the Third World, especially Asia, was shattered by a horrific, undeclared war that lasted for fifteen years and created a generational divide that has never been breached. A background of iconic music continues to remind us of the colorful history of the 60s. But what about the everyday lives of young people thrust into that psychedelic and political maelstrom? What was it like for the individuals trying to be heard over the roar of questionable politics? One answer lies in the collective voice of music that framed a lyrical diary of their experiences. Daisy in a Gun Barrel is the story of Dianna, a teacher, and Randall, a musician, who find romance in college, and shortly thereafter are torn apart by war and circumstances. It is a story of people coming to terms with personal and political beliefs, only to find that society clashes with their viewpoints at every turn. Theirs is a generation determined to change the world into a better, kinder, more democratic place. Little did they know the impact of their ideals, or the real and metaphorical ammunition that would be leveled against the beliefs they viewed as right, moral, and constitutional. Rock and roll with Dianna and Randall through the tumultuous and exciting years of 1962 through 1970, and consider the impact of their generation. Smile at their optimism, weep with their losses, and celebrate the memorable songs that grace the years. Join the characters as they encounter turning points and question authority. This is history, alive and kicking, with a strong appeal to the curious young, who were not there, and to the post flower children who would like to remember. Light the incense, slip into something tie-dyed, and revel in the events that illuminate this carefully researched and truly American story, before time and historians erase the vibrant, human essence of this powerful decade. You must be the change you wish to see in the world. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
Only let me send home for old Neptune ' s chain , if you please , sir - - if you hang
me in the combined watch - chains of the school , I fear they would give way , and
defeat the purposes of justice . " . They were by this time at the bridge . “ Come ...
... give way , and defeat the purposes of justice . ' They were by this time at the
bridge . ' Come in , ' said Norman , to his follower , as he crossed the entrance of
the little shop , the first time he had ever been there . A little THE DAISY CHAIN .
Only let me send home for old Neptune ' s chain , if you please , sir - - if you hang
me in the combined watch - chains of the school , I fear they would give way , and
defeat the purposes of justice . ' They were by this time at the bridge . “ Come ...
Author: Charlotte Mary Yonge
Portrays a mid-Victorian family, their confrontations with calamity, and their development of Christian goodness.
Author: Author of "The heir of Redclyffe" (The, pseud. van Charlotte M. Yonge.)Publish On: 1856
Only let me send home for old Neptune's chain , if you please , sir if you hang me
in the combined watch - chains of the school , I fear they would give way , and
defeat the purposes of justice . ” They were by this time at the bridge . “ Come in ...
Author: Author of "The heir of Redclyffe" (The, pseud. van Charlotte M. Yonge.)
Mark R. Weimar, National Cooperative Highway Research Program. 5.4.9 Daisy Chains 220.127.116.11 Overview of Evasion Technique In a daisy chain scheme, a ring of
artificial companies transact several fallacious purchases of fuel without paying ...
Author: Mark R. Weimar
Publisher: Transportation Research Board
Category: Motor fuels
TRB¿s National Cooperative Highway Research Program (NCHRP) Report 623: Identifying and Quantifying Rates of State Motor Fuel Tax Evasion explores a methodological approach to examine and reliably quantify state motor fuel tax evasion rates and support agency efforts to reduce differences between total fuel tax liability and actual tax collections.
18.104.22.168 Daisy Chains A daisy chain is a garland created from daisy flowers, in
which the stem of one daisy is made to breach a hole located in the stem of
another ('stoppered' by the flower's head) to make a continuous chain. In
molecular form ...
Author: Carson J. Bruns
Publisher: John Wiley & Sons
An introduction to the mechanical bond -- The fundamentals of making mechanical bonds -- Making mechanical bonds under thermodynamic control -- Molecular topologies and architectures with mechanical bonds -- The stereochemistry of the mechanical bond -- Molecular switches and machines with mechanical bonds
27 her age , would piteously clasp her sister's hand , and entreat , “ Tell me again
; " and sometimes the haunting delirious fancies of chains and bars would drop
forth from the tongue that had lost its self - control ; yet even at the worst came the
My fingers trembled when I picked it up and put it to my lips but I downed it in one shot. It burned my throat. "I told you I'd find you," a familiar voice said from behind me. Goose bumps rose on the back of my neck.
Author: Daisy Rose
Publisher: Boruma Publishing
I woke up in chains, my body covered in bruises I didn't remember getting. My wrists were bound behind my back and my ankles shackled to a metal rode three feet apart, keeping my legs spread wide. I hadn?t believed Adam when he told me his love for me was forever. I was going to pay dearly for that. It has been four years since the worst day of Mia's life. She wants to put the past behind her and move on, but the past has a way of catching up to people. There?s no running away this time? ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ I woke up in chains, my body covered in bruises I didn't remember getting. My wrists were bound behind my back and my ankles were shackled to a metal rod, three feet apart, keeping my legs spread wide. Cold air blew against me from the air conditioning unit on the wall, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to pull against the chains holding my arms in place, but they were firmly wrapped around my wrists. I was in my underwear, the rest my clothes were cut into pieces beside me. Remnants of my favorite blue dress was scattered all around me. My heart ached for the dress. It was comfortable and classy. Cost me a week's salary. I knew I should be worrying about something else altogether, something more dire. Like being kidnapped and bound in chains. But my brain didn't want to go there yet. My hair fell over my eyes and I tried to figure out where I was. Light shone in from the gap in the window blinds. The room was small and debilitated, too old to be my own. It was completely bare, with nothing in that betrayed the man's identity. The last thing I remembered was having a drink in the bar. And then, nothing. Did I look away? I was careful not to let the drink leave my sight. I knew the dangers of being drugged in a bar. I didn't even drink. What was I doing in a bar in the first place. Something fell in another room and I jerked against the bondage. There was a wall of pictures behind me. I twisted around and stared at it, my eyes widening in disbelief from what I saw. It was me, in various places, doing mundane, everyday things. Me getting a cup of coffee, me walking to walk, me in my bathrobe? I turned back towards the door, trying the decipher the noises coming from it. It sounded like people arguing?with their fists. I'd been kidnapped, that much was certain, but by whom? To what end? I was a psychologist. My clients were couples with relationship problems, couples who couldn't talk without resorting to thinly-veiled insults, couples who needed help. No one violent. Not my clients. I tried to remember what happened to get me here. Why was I drinking in the first place? I was upset. Something terrible had happened and I was very upset. Something in the news. My memory came back to me in bits and pieces. I was alone in the bar, glass of whiskey in my hand. My fingers trembled when I picked it up and put it to my lips but I downed it in one shot. It burned my throat. "I told you I'd find you," a familiar voice said from behind me. Goose bumps rose on the back of my neck. Realization dawned on me like a pile of bricks. There was a reason why I was alone in a bar. He had just been released on early parole. I stood up, fully intent on running away, but my legs failed me. Adam grabbed me as I fell.