She never expected that winning a high-profile reality baking show would mean constantly being followed by paparazzi willing to do anything to get a piece of her. She runs to Heartwood, Montana, hoping that the small mountain town will be the escape she needs.All Graham wants for Christmas is for the darkness in his past to quit haunting him. When disaster struck two years ago, he returned to the mountains above his childhood home of Heartwood, searching for peace but never quite finding it.When the two slide into each other one snowy day, neither can resist the idea that maybe all they really need for Christmas is each other, 'til death do them part.Then a stalker finds Cookie and starts leaving threats on her doorstep. Graham is determined to do whatever it takes to protect his woman and the heart-healing happiness they’ve found in each other’s arms.But will it be enough?All I Want For Christmas is an over-the-top steamy standalone instalove story sure to start your holiday season off with a sparkle!

    The Girl in the Spider's Web is the fourth book in the Millennium series. The novel retains many of the main characters we have come to know in the three novels. We find Lisbeth Salander trying to hack into the NSA and Blomkvist attempting to reconcile the possible end of his magazine. The death of Professor Balder sets off an investigation being carried out by many separate organizations, of which Blomkvist and Salander are also part. The novel expertly highlights current social issues on a global scale concerning watchdog organizations, technology, and crime. This sidekick will help you keep track of the many characters and their journeys throughout the novel. In this sidekick, you'll find: Chapter Summaries Characterization and arcs of each main character References Imagery Noteworthy quotes Disclaimer: This book serves as an accompaniment to the bestseller "The Girl in the Spider's Web" by David Lagercrantz. It is meant to broaden the reader's understanding of the book and to offer some insights which can easily be overlooked. You should order a copy of the actual book before reading this.

    They did not talk about their mom's extended absences or why their dad put Scotch tape on the backdoor frame. To cover up the chaos, they kept their clothes neat and got good grades. But when they were teenagers, an arson fire destroyed their home and killed their parents. Rumors were thick that summer that smart, angry, fourteen-year-old Lisa set the blaze. Then, adult powers they did not understand squelched the investigation. As teenagers accustomed to keeping silent, they packed up and moved on.Forty years later, Leigh, the oldest, decided it was time to find out who killed their parents. She obtained copies of the police and fire investigations and began unwrapping the past. This memoir is the story of that investigation as Leigh tried to piece together the truth, but found more lies instead. With the help of her sisters, Leigh was able to reconstruct much of what happened to them in the beach towns around Atlantic City in the early 1970s. After the fire, one sister turned to heroin and another to alcohol; Leigh became Miss Atlantic City. Then, one by one, they each moved to California and shut the door on their past, even though they privately wondered whether one of them killed Frank and Nancy Overton. It's funny. They never wondered whether one of their parents was trying to kill them.

    They realize too late that this is no ordinary plague...and that the enemy they have to fight may not be the only thing they need to worry about.Book One of The Salvation Plague series.The Turning includes foul language, graphic violence, and some mature themes.

    She was an undercover FBI agent, as tough as nails and as sassy as they come. She led a lonely life, all due to a tragedy six years prior that forced her to draw away from anyone that meant something to her. Her job became her life, she took chances no one else would, but at least all her loved ones were kept alive. Ruark Greer decided she was his the moment he laid eyes on her and set motions in place to keep her returning to his club as his sub. Courtney was appalled when the bust was successful and found she had no other choice but to remain at the Club as a trainee sub. Yet, her fascination with the gorgeous hunky Master known as my Liege, grew and under his unyielding hands, she discovered a need she could not deny. Even though Courtney did her utmost to keep an emotional distance from him, Ruark refused to back down. No matter how many hard FBI Agents she controlled, in the Club she was a sassy submissive, yet sweetly vulnerable. He soon realized her defenses were keeping her on the fringe of her sexuality and living life to the fullest. Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play, BDSM theme and elements. Excerpt Courtney was actually quite annoyed at the fact that she was under instruction from Ruark not to play. So, to get at least some action, she sassed Master Quinlan and ended up over a spanking bench, to receive ten strokes with a paddle. “Master Quinlan, is this a demonstration, or a punishment?” He was back! Oh shit! “Punishment, my Liege. She sassed me. She is due ten with the paddle.” “Is this her first punishment?” “No, second.” “Hmm … well, why don’t I take care of that for you?” “As you wish, my Liege.” She felt his hands on her hips, slowly stroking the seam of the denim short she was wearing. He walked to the front and slowly but deliberately tightened leather wrist cuffs around her wrists and hooked them to the steel shackles on the legs of the horse. He slowly lowered the front part of the bench and lifted the back part higher. Her ass was now sticking high into the air. He stroked his finger down her cheek and leaned down. “Now is it not luck I decided to come back early, little pet?” He walked back to the other side and she gasped when she felt him lift her hips and unzip her shorts. “These are in my way. They have to go.” “No!” No matter how she wiggled or tried to kick at him, he had her shorts off and threw them on her back. By the time he had her legs tied as well, she was breathless. She gasped when his large hand stroked over her ass. Her ass, sticking up in the air, with only a thong to cover her pussy! She moaned when his finger dipped beneath the thong and stroked over her labia. “Sweet and so wet, little pet. Not that I can see anything now, but from the glimpses I got at the Fashion show, you have a beautiful pussy.” She groaned and rested her forehead on the padded bench, her long hair like a curtain around her face. Suddenly his fingers were gone and stroked over her ass. “Beautiful. I can’t wait to whip that pussy of yours, my pet. Now tell me, why are you being punished?” “I-I sassed Master Quinlan.” She stammered, the thought of him whipping her pussy made her even wetter. “How?” “He told me to bend over and grab my ankles.

    Original.Don't think. Don't question. Just do. The anonymous note wasn't for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not in the habit of reading other people's mail, but it was just a piece of paper with a few lines scrawled on it, clearly meant for the apartment upstairs. It looked so innocent, but decidedly-- deliciously--it was not. Before replacing the note--and the ones that followed --in its rightful slot, I devoured its contents: suggestions, instructions, summonses, commands. Each was more daring, more intricate and more arousing than the last... and I followed them all to the letter. Before the notes, if a man had told me what to do, I'd have told him where to go. But submission is an art, and there's something oddly freeing about doing someone's bidding...especially when it feels so very, very good. But I find that the more I surrender, the more powerful I feel--so it's time to switch up roles. We play by my rules now.

    In this book I have set out prove that statement is completely untrue and in fact with customers like these then maybe the opposite could be said. So sit back, grab your self a drink perhaps an alcoholic one if you feel that way inclined and enjoy some of the strangest, ridiculous and most outrageous complaints and statements from all walks of life. The second volume is out now and is much longer and in my opinion even better than the first, though i would say that.

    

     Determined to overcome a difficult past, Erica Hathaway learns early on how to make it on her own. Days after her college graduation she finds herself face to face with a panel of investors who will make or break her fledgling startup. The only thing she didn't prepare for was going weak in the knees over an arrogant and gorgeous investor who's seemingly determined to derail her presentation. Billionaire and rumored hacker Blake Landon has already made his fortune in software, and he's used to getting what he wants with very little resistance. Captivated by Erica's drive and unassuming beauty, he's wanted nothing more since she stepped into his boardroom. Determined to win her over, he breaks down her defenses and fights for her trust, even if that means sacrificing a level of control he's grown accustomed to. But when Blake uncovers a dark secret from Erica's past, he threatens not just her trust, but the life she's fought so hard to create.

    She’s ready to commit to her Master forever, sealing their bond with marriage. You are cordially invited to Smith and Lydia’s wedding!

    I could hear it. There, beyond the beach, behind the tree-line. Off to my left, out of sight. I was still on the beach, just beyond the waterline. I crawled here a few minutes ago. I heard the rustling almost immediately; as soon as I had become conscious again. I didn’t know how long I had been there, apparently washed up by a higher tide sometime earlier. My clothes were still wet, so I must not have been here more than a few hours. I didn’t wake up coughing, so it didn’t seem that I had drowned. The life-jacket seemed to have kept me above water. I was on my knees, scanning the tree-line for movement, and listening…and trying to get my bearings. I had been awake for just a few minutes. The sun was up, but barely. Of course, we almost never saw the sun because of the ash clouds, but they were getting better every year. It had been 18 years since the cataclysm. If the cataclysm had taught us anything, it was to be careful and think things through. I wasn’t in immediate danger as far as I could tell. My only injury seemed to be a really painful, but minor head-wound from where I had been hit. We had left the compound on Tahiti early yesterday. Or was it the day before? I guess it didn’t matter. I guess I didn’t know for sure what day it was. I didn’t have a watch; we didn’t have much use for them. When you don’t have appointments, and no train to catch, precise times aren’t that important. I had intended to travel with just the cargo, but Aunt Irene hated the islands and wanted to go back to what she thought of as her home. For some reason, she expected to find the resort and the town just like she had left it. She was delusional. I might not have said that last week, but after what happened, I would have a lot more to say if there had been anyone to listen to me. What I couldn’t figure out was how she and Clark thought that they could survive a two year journey at sea in relative isolation, eating mostly fish. Irene was used to demanding that others do her work for her. How did she imagine that she would handle a trip like this with just me, Clark, and the four sisters? She didn’t even like any of us. My plan was to stay on a different end of the boat as much as possible. But that was all pretty much ancient history now. Last night, I was standing at the bow of the boat, watching the last of the sunlight disappear. It was going to be dark. The moon didn’t show much these days. Irene came up and stood beside me and said, “So, out there is Rangiroa?” I said yeah, but there was something strange about the question. She knew as well as I exactly where we should be and where our course was taking us. Yeah, the island Rangiroa and it’s neighbors was just in front of us. We’d be passing them overnight. There was something weird in her voice. She sighed and said, “Yeah,” and then I felt something hit me in the back of the head and I passed out. I woke up on the beach here, listening for something out there, beyond the tree-line.

    Exhausted and desperate, she takes shelter in a cave, only to witness a series of events so unbelievable that she promptly writes them off as a dream.Addie awakens in the home of a man who introduces himself as Adam. Her handsome rescuer explains that since the snowfall has made the journey out of the valley impossible, she will need to stay with him until spring. Irritated by his commanding tone, Addie responds rudely to Adam, but to her shock he pulls her over his knee and spanks her bare bottom soundly.Despite her fury at being punished in such a shameful fashion, Adam's dominance ignites desires in Addie that she never would have expected, and soon she is begging for more as he takes her long and hard. Addie's situation becomes far more complicated, however, when a huge, ruggedly attractive brute of a man named Armel confronts Adam and attempts to claim Addie for himself.As events unfold around her, it eventually becomes clear to Addie that what she saw back in the cave was no dream. Adam and Armel are both shifters, one a wolf and the other a bear, and they both want her as their own. Will Addie be forced to choose between them, or can the two fiercely dominant beasts find a way to share their headstrong little human?Publisher's Note: Taken by the Alphas includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

    

    I’m religious, he’s his own God. He’s a playboy, I’m a virgin. He’s chiseled. Well, I have my own curves! And yet we fit perfectly together. Tristan Blackwood and Bethany Ballard are an unlikely couple, especially with Tristan’s eccentric older sister warning her neighbor Bethany, to stay away. Bethany is ecstatic when Tristan shows an interest in her. And there is no way she was going to let Colleen ruin her one chance of real love. In a drunken stupor, Colleen reveals a dark secret of the Blackwood family. A secret that can never be revealed to Tristan. If exposed it could shatter the very foundation of his existence. Yet, if Bethany keeps this secret away from him, will he ever be able to forgive her?

    The Army Foundation College in Harrogate is a long way from home for Liam Scott. The training is intense; has he got what it takes to stay in the game when he's faced with CS gas and the firing range?Full story available in hardback and ebook formats.