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I should never have touched her. As the eldest brother in an ancient brotherhood, I know better. She's innocent, untouched, unbroken. One intoxicating night of succumbing to lust and my dark obsession ignites. I have no place in a good girl's life.... She deserves to be more than my captive. I have to let her go before it's too late.

Dr. Jessica Coran faces the most terrifying challenge of her career when her professional adversary, a criminal court judge, is kidnapped by a deranged man with an unnatural instinct for revenge....

Hearty boeuf bourguignon served in deep bowls over a garlic-rubbed slice of baguette toast; decadently rich croque monsieur, eggy and oozing with cheese; gossamer crème brulee, its sweetness offset by a brittle burnt sugar topping. Whether shared in a cozy French bistro or in your own home, the romance and enduring appeal of French country cooking is irrefutable. Here is the book that helps you bring that spirit, those evocative dishes, into your own home.

A chance to delve into the minds of children and adults among the ruined streets of post-war London. The streets were our playground with not a car in sight, where we played all day.

“They say he resides here. Or at least that is what the stories say.” The two men stood in front of a large cave. The cave's entrance seemed to beckon to the men to step inside. The entrance and the cave itself reminded Billy Weston of some old medieval paintings he had seen. In the paintings, a giant head of a hound ushered in souls to hell itself. The giant hound's gaping mouth was the entrance to the underworld, just as the cave's dark entrance seemed to be the gateway to a dark and terrible place inside.

Conner is a love-lost soul who dreads a nagging preordained destiny. Returning to his rural hometown in Oklahoma, he finds an irresistible netherworld of heathen cranksters; meth-heads marauding the countryside.

“They've got us surrounded, John!” Potts said. Colter nodded grimly. “I know. They're signaling us to paddle to shore. I don't think we have much of a choice,” he said. Potts did not answer his friend. He was already hastily loading and priming his musket. He would be able to get a single shot off at best. At worst, the Indians would probably scalp him before he even managed to fire. Both men silently acknowledged that their deaths were imminent. Colter paddled the canoe up to the shore. The sight of so many Blackfeet was intimidating and he didn't know what to do.

The Indians called him "Death Wind" for his ability to blend into the forest, swoop down and bring death and destruction, and just as quickly blow away. His shooting skills were next to none, and it is said that if he could spot any target in the distance, he would never miss. He also gained his fearsome name from the fact that he was known to sprint far, fast, and wide through the forest. This was truly an amazing feat for a man that was solidly built and easily over six feet.

Return to Eden speaks of a pilgrimage. A journey from the horrors and pain, inhumanity and fear of the now to what once was. That place from whence we were exiled to wander through a million wildernesses seeking redemption, seeking forgiveness, seeking love, and unable to endure any longer, where we wish to return. To go home. This is the pilgrimage of Suzanne and Jackie.

England in the time of his boyhood was a cold and colourless country. They had seen to that, the Autumn Men. They who had been lifted high, the old men of his country and other countries, who in the autumn of their years, reflecting on the unfulfilled promise of their youth, and their failures as yet unredeemed, feeling as any old man adrift alone on a small boat, sails broken, oars lost, swept hopelessly onward towards the deafening roar of the approaching weir, might feel, decided that too few had sweetly and honourably been called.

A small collection of six short stories, each with its own darkness, born of a desire of one kind or another. For some, it is the desire of the unknown; for others, it is desire through obsession. Each short story is its own volume in the twisted library of desire. Each story a gateway to their new reality.  

Back then, hot-headed gangsters, not-so-gentle dames and bullet-riddled corpses filled the newspaper headlines. And some of the stories below the headlines were even true. The 1920s was a period in American history when even the respectable were unwilling to stay sober. And not-so-fast cars carried assassins across Chicago, a city that for many captures the essence of the USA. In Tough Guys in the Room, the story of Al Capone and his rivals is told in separate and stand-alone topics that cover key figures and events.

Some children still spent summer hopping in Kent. Our class went camping in Ashdown Forest, a change from the bomb sites. We had the cubs and brownies where we earned proficiency badges in a number of skills. On Sundays, the Lido was a short bus ride away. More of our relations now came from Ireland and our Christmas parties were exciting. Passing the scholarship meant losing friends but gaining new ones. Among my friends in the streets of Paddington, this meant I was an outsider once more - a mixed blessed.

The world has struggled with deadly winters for decades--killer storms has taken thousands of lives. Now in the year 2020, it is in the grip of a new Ice Age, all because man had altered the weather to suit his own needs, not realizing the terrifying forces he had unleashed...Chicago is in the throes of a deathfreeze.

After Owen throws the funeral ashes of Hailey over a stone circle in the Lake District, odd and disturbing events soon occur inside his home. An unexpected ally helps Owen face what or who is now inside his home and creating chaos. Before Owen can prevail and return to the stone circle for revelation, he or someone will have to decide just how much he needs to know about the past, his family and himself.

In this rousing 1852 romp through the eerie woods surrounding Hannibal, Missouri, and up and down the Mississippi River, 14-year-old Daniel Webster Jackson runs into a counterfeit Underground Railroad when he decides to run away from his foster home. At every turn, he musters courage to survive in a land where the law is at odds with the heart and soul of a people, where the Missouri Compromise forces everyone into a disguise or a secret identity. 

This fast-moving and sometimes disturbing book starts at the point where Brian is about to be arrested for smuggling a kilogram of cocaine into the UK in 1995, earning him a prison sentence of 12 years. The book explores his disadvantaged life growing up in Wales in impoverished circumstances with a number of brothers and sisters, all with the same mother but several different fathers. He tells of his first experience with drugs at the tender age of 16 and continues to chart his descent into drugs and drug dealing. 

Just when Archeologist and Vampire Slayer, Dr. Abraham Stroud thinks he can take it easy, take a second seat on a dig in West Texas, he is wrong from the outset. Plagued by warnings he does not at first recognize, Abe soon finds himself in the thick of an attack on humankind by a pod of prehistoric, giant centipedes that have cultivated a taste beyond livestock to a taste for humans. The creatures are known to local Native Americans as "Burrowers" as they have seen them before, but for Abe and those around him, there is a brewing war anticipated and soon engaged.

During the Great Jubilee of the Aten, a mysterious series of tomb robberies takes place, and witnesses begin to die. With plague ravaging the palace, where Hani’s daughter is a physician, and Egypt’s ally, Naharin, collapsing into the hands of a usurper, Hani must make sense of what is happening - and who in high places is his real enemy.

When the Louisiana Bayou folks calling themselves members of the Bayou Wulf’s Clan turn out to be real werewolves, it’s a bit late in the day for archeologist Abraham Stroud, whose bayou dig puts him and his people directly in harm’s way. In fact, this wulf coven has created a safe haven for their kind - Oasis, Louisiana, an entire town filled with Bayou Wulves, many fathered by Bayou Wulf itself - their disputable and dubious leader.