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Their love will be eternal, the legend says...if they survive. Lonely and forced into a life of secrecy, 400-year-old Magnus finds Sian-the sexy music film producer who's working in his house- tough to ignore. As she resists his alter ego when he invades her dreams to seduce her, her innate powers astound him, and his need only grows. In dreams or reality, he's determined to make her his. She is meant for him alone. Independent, hard-working Sian has hopes and plans for the future thatinclude the stately house at Darnwell. Not its aloof owner. She's there to acquire the home for a video shoot, nothing more. By day, each layer she explores in Magnus's grand old home with him leads her deeper into love. But by night, he seduces her in her dreams, gives her ecstasy like she's never known. Then she learns his secret: Come the full moon, she is the only one who can control his wolf curse. First though, she has to survive it. WARNING: Highly sensual with intense sexual encounters.
When is an Empire not an Empire? When it rules the West, the North, and the East, but the Death-White Border to the South must never be breached. . . The Empress, all darkness and allure, has betrayed the Emperor. Raeche does not know what the cruel and ca
Copyright 2012, Bernadette WalshAll rights reserved - Lyrical Pres, Inc. I pulled the long red cape close to me. Its ancient wool protected me from the strong damp wind that whipped along the fields. In the distance I could hear the mournful lowing of Seamus's brown heifers. A black rook flew before me, beckoning me along the lonesome lane. I turned right into the copse of trees and followed the narrow path. The thicket blocked all but a trickle of light. The dark woods that had frightened me as a young girl enveloped me, embraced me now in its cold arms. In the clearing before the foot of His cave was a fire and beside it, a carved table. On the table was a roast pig and two goblets filled with an amber liquid. Behind me a rush of wind lifted my cloak. "My love. "I turned around. Slanaitheoir took my hand in His strong one. The blood roared in my ears. This apparition, Slanaitheoir's most beautiful, most cruel. He stood over six feet, His broad shoulders draped in a golden silk tunic. His bright green eyes danced with desire and malice. Despite myself, my cheeks burned. I lowered my eyes, suddenly shy, unable to face Him. "My lord. ""Come, my love. See what I have prepared for you. "He led me to the fire and removed the cloak from my shoulders. I covered my chest, aware that my thin silk sheath offered little protection from His probing gaze. He laughed. "You hide yourself from me? My sweet child. Please, sit down. Eat. I know you haven't feasted in many days. "How? How did He know my every move? With my stomach in knots since I'd left for New York, I hadn't eaten more than tea and toast for days. Suddenly ravenous, I devoured the meal before me. The meat, succulent, almost called to me. Its sweet juices ran down my chin, and I, like an animal, tore the pig's flesh. His lordship joined me as we cleared the table of meat and mead. When we were sated, He led me to the fire. We sat on the finest furs. "My love, I've missed you. Tell me, tell me about your trip. " His eyes, soft now and tender, glowed in the firelight. His fingers burned my skin as He stroked my hand. And I told Him. Everything. How Nellie called me a witch, how my sweet Paul held me in his arms and cried. The beautiful creature before me entranced me, bewitched me, and I burned with love for Him. With desire. "My love, why do you leave, when you know the world will only cause you pain? I am all you need. "The buzzing in my ears grew louder, and all I could think about was His strong arms. His musky scent--old, as old as the earth. Why do I leave Him? Why do I fight Him? I fell into His eyes and could see our past, the past of all the Devlin women. My skin was on fire and I didn't stop Him when he ripped the thin sheath from me, scattering the pearl buttons on the ground. He parted my lips and I yielded. I closed my eyes. I loved Him. Oh, God forgive me, how I loved Him. He pulled my hair and His lips left mine. I heard before I felt the tear of my cheek's tender flesh. I opened my eyes and could see His hand was now a claw. Warm blood fell onto my breast. He dragged me to the entrance of the cave. He smiled. "It is time, my love. "
Copyright 2011, Annie NicholasAll rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc. An antique red archway covered the entrance to the tourist trap to keep evil spirits away and good luck in. Sticking his hand in his jacket pocket, he rubbed the small, velvet jewelry box he'd placed there earlier today. He could use all the luck he could get--just because Katrina was his mate, didn't mean she'd agree to get married. Raised in an all-wolf-shifter community in rural Mongolia, she didn't think like American shifters. Like him. He took a deep, shaky breath. Marriage was a foreign ritual to her. He'd chosen this location not just for his superstitions, but for its significance. Katrina worked in the area, a place where the old Asian world met the new, as an interpreter for some of the local companies. She waited under the arch, facing him, her delicate eyebrows furrowed. An Asian man he didn't recognize spoke with her. Facing the stranger's back, Tyler could only see his short black hair and long fall trench coat. A sharp stab of jealousy drove him to quicken his pace. He couldn't help it. As a shifter, possession was nine-tenths of the law, and Katrina belonged to him. Passing half a dozen souvenir shops offering cheap trinkets, Tyler trotted along Wentworth Avenue. Katrina's raised voice reached his ears, but he couldn't understand Mandarin. He growled low in his chest. His mate didn't yell often. Three other men broke from the crowd and surrounded the arguing couple. Tyler's heart rate took off like a locomotive on a downhill slide. He smelled shifters. Non-Vasi shifters on their territory. Surrounding his mate. The Asian stranger grabbed her arm and yanked her into his embrace. "Hey!" It took every ounce of Tyler's control to keep his beast from busting out on the tourist filled streets of Chicago's biggest attraction. He shoved the stranger from behind, knocking Katrina from his arms. She stumbled and landed hard on the ground. Tears stained her cheeks. The cold wind blew strands of long, black hair across her face. "Get your hands off her. " He bent to help her, but the stranger blocked him. Straightening, Tyler glared at Katrina's assailant and met a cold, dark stare. His beast rose closer to the surface and clouded his thoughts. She belonged to him and this male thought to block his way. The only solution was to tear this asshole limb from limb. "Get out of my way. " He spoke each word separately and clearly to get his point across. "This is none of your concern. " the stranger spoke with a thick accent like Katrina's. "You're on Vasi territory. Anything that happens here is my concern. And she belongs to me. " Tyler pointed to Katrina, then back to himself. "Chinatown is not Vasi territory. Never has been and never will be. And this female mated me before she ran away. " Crossing his arms, the stranger planted himself in front of Tyler. "She still belongs to me and has never been yours to take. "Tyler's jaw hung as if on broken hinges. He shot her a questioning look, but she stared at the ground, not meeting his gaze. Katrina hated to speak about her past. Now, he knew why. She wiped her face, huddled on the ground, and didn't deny a thing. Every bit of joy in his life lay with Katrina, but truth's claws dug into his heart. He didn't know which hurt more, the lies or the way she hunched on the ground, submitting to this stranger like an omega all over again.
Copyright 2012, Daisy BanksAll rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc. Fiona had never believed in magic. Data, evidence--those were true things, measures of reality. She could trust data, not this wild singing in her blood. This feeling she was his when she didn't know him at all. Why him, and not Gareth? Was she now so far gone she believed in this man. . . stranger. . . myth, and that her pain had called him from the sea? This was crazy!Yet her legs kept moving her across the sand toward him, and she couldn't stop looking at him. The sounds of the gulls and rush of waves faded, and the sand spanning the distance between them became a white blur. He stood in the light as if at the end of a long tunnel and all the tangible things around her were just smears of color. He was real. He'd kissed her palm, spoken to her, and soon he'd be touching her like she wanted, with that beautiful mouth and large strong hands. This was not crazy, and she wasn't mad. He'd give her what she needed, answer the yearning, the aching for him. Every woman deserved to experience ecstasy once in their life, right? She sure as hell did, especially after. . . after. . . Yeah. Gareth. That was his name, the wretch. The man who waited now smiled, and it lit up his face. Standing, he towered above her. She swallowed deeply. He strode toward her and with one hand took the prow in his grasp. She gave a breathy laugh when he caught her around the waist, almost hoisting her into the air, and walked with him toward the whispers of surf as he towed the boat behind them. She yanked off her trainers and socks and rolled up her jeans. The dinghy's rope in hand, he waited in the shallows, smiling. How did he do that, just smile, and turn her insides to warm jelly?The little craft danced in the waves, spun like a coracle as she climbed aboard. He pushed the dinghy out into deeper water, the chill green almost up to his waist before he pulled himself aboard. Once he'd settled, he shook his dark hair back and stared at the rocks around which the waves swirled and foamed. "You'd best row hard to miss them," he said, and she picked up the oars, pulled hard to swing away, out to where the waves swelled and safety. A nagging ripple of words from childhood tales returned, but their warning proved far too late. You'll know the man of the sea by his sorrowful eyes and his strange power, for you cannot gainsay him. Speak no word with him or he'll beguile you. He lounged in the prow, her scarf still draped over his torso, the fringed end dripping. With a broad, smooth palm, he caressed the foamy, white tipped water, the morning sun gilding his handsome features. Her doubts melted under his mysterious and compelling smile. She drowned in the sensation of the caress of warm azure depths and didn't care she couldn't surface.
She's living in fear. He's a born protector. There's a missing man holding them apart. Candace Cutler intended to leave her abusive husband, until he vanished one snowy Alaska night. She lives in a limbo of dread, wanting only to care for her son. And now a cocky young pilot has moved in next door. Cayden Shaughnessy is a born protector. He doesn't like the rumors about the guy who left a single mom and cute kid next door-and who's he kidding? He finds the mom pretty adorable, too, in a hot, can't-resist sort of way. But Candace doesn't have time for games. Too many loose ends leave her unsettled, and she can't help expecting violence to step once more from the shadows. . . WARNING: Contains two brief descriptions of violence; however, justice is served. Also contains hot loving, a Top Gun-worthy fly-by, sex and more sizzling Shaughnessys
Copyright, 2011 Candace GoldAll rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc. Charles made his way to the register. A big woman with red hair swept up into a ponytail stood there watching him as she spoke on the phone. She held up a finger, indicating she'd be right with him. It took her only a minute before she turned to Charles. "Can I help you find something?"Just as Charles replied, "The manager, please," the phone rang again and the woman answered it, spoke briefly and then hung up. "Now was that a new or old book?"The woman obviously misunderstood. "I'm sorry if I misled you. I'm not looking for a book. I'd like to speak to the manager or owner if he's available. ""Today's your lucky day. You can speak to them both. ""That's great. "The woman pressed a button on an intercom. "Abby, can you come up front?""Is she the owner?""Yes. "Charles had second thoughts about going over the manager's head. "Wait. Don't bother the owner. Ask the manager to come instead. ""Okay. Not a problem. " Pressing the button for the intercom, she said, "Abby, I need you. ""But, I just asked you to call the manager," Charles said, wondering why the woman was playing games with him. "I did. ""But, I distinctly heard you--""Can I help you?" someone asked behind him. Charles turned to find a tall, nicely proportioned woman with soap scum covering her flushed face and clothes, blond hair tumbling out from a hair-clip. Instead of the manager or owner, the ditsy redhead had called the cleaning lady. This was fast becoming a train wreck. He wanted to jump off before he became a casualty. "I'm sorry if the cashier disturbed you. You're obviously not the person I need. "Charles watched as the cleaning lady looked at the cashier, who shrugged. He had the feeling they thought he was crazy. The cleaning lady spoke, interrupting his thoughts. "Exactly who do you need to talk to?""Well, the manager--though, I did ask the cashier to call the owner first. ""That's fine. You can tell me what you need. "He shook his head. Had he fallen into a parallel universe where the inmates ran the asylum? If so, he should bail out now. The corner of his mouth twisted with exasperation. "I sincerely doubt that you can help me. ""Why would you say that? You haven't even asked your question yet. "He replied through clenched teeth. "Because I need to talk to someone with the authority to make decisions. ""Okay. That's fine. Just tell me what you need. "That did it. Charles felt himself beginning to lose it. "Lady, why aren't you listening to me?""I am listening. You still haven't told me what you want yet. ""That's because I need to discuss the matter with the manager. ""Sir, I am the manager. I am also the owner," the soap-covered woman finally stated in exasperation. Charles groaned and smacked his forehead. He'd really blown it this time. In a small squeaky voice he managed to say, "You?""Yes, me. " Anger crept into her voice. "Who were you expecting? A man, instead? Are you some chauvinist who thinks a woman can't own and run a business?"Charles began to sputter. "No-no-nothing like that. I like women--I honestly do. ""I'm sure. Next, you'll be telling me some of your best friends are women. "Charles shook his head and sighed. He knew when he'd lost the game and it was time to gather his remaining chips and leave. "I think it's time for me to be going now. " He turned to make a hasty exit. "Wait!" she called to him.
Three skinny socialites should be a pushover after the rough and tumbleworld of Wall Street. Right?Kate Ryan may be au fait with making high-powered legal decisions but she'sabout to submit to the rules of reality TV, where nothing is what it seems. Who'd have thought a few days with the cameras rolling for a low-rent cableshow would be so challenging, or that the claws of a former homecomingqueen, a washed-up soap star and a whiny cat-lover would be so sharp
Her husband's death is just the beginning of her marital woes. Rachel's humiliation over the discovery of her late husband's affairs turns to fear when one of his mistresses sends her a poisoned bouquet. But finding the source of the killer flowers is only one step on her path to solving the mystery her husband left behind. Deputy Dan Weston is with Rachel when the bouquet arrives, and he's at her side as she deals with so many of the secrets that come to light after her husband's death. Dan has carried a torch for Rachel since puberty and he's not going to let her dead husband's vindictive girlfriends or his psychotic mother come between them now. But that means finding out who is sending snakes and poisoned posies before one kills Rachel.
When someone dies in outrage, a curse is born. In 1576 Venice, during the second and worst outbreak of the plague, a dying child is shown no mercy. Her death spawns a curse, one which has endured for more than four centuries. In 1927, the curse manifested in acts of madness and murder in a newly constructed asylum, events which, almost a century later, have not quite been laid to rest. Now, in a rendezvous with fate, architect Anna LaServa has arrived in Venice, opening the door to the next fulfillment of the curse. She will uncover the reason behind her ultimate confrontation with the barbaric executioner whose name is. . . Revenge. Content warning, some scenes of violence.
Spice has nothing but the clothes on her back when she returns to Chicago. She's looking for a better life, and that means reuniting with her estranged twin sister, Sugar. She isn't thrilled to find out Sugar's boyfriend is a vampire. But then she meets Eric, once the bottle-cap-glasses wearing nerd next door - now grown into the kind of man she'd love to snuggle with on this cold winter night. . . and he's offered her his room in Sugar's house. Eric can't believe Spice has returned. He'd given up hope of ever seeing her again, let alone having her stare at him as if he's sex on a stick. But now that all of his fantasies for them are coming true, reality rears her ugly head and Eric must tell Spice his intimate secret; he's actually an Alpha werewolf looking for his mate and he thinks he's found her. Warning: Graphic sexual content.
Only a vampire is man enough to teach werewolves how to fight. Pretty librarian Sugar wants her life to stay quiet. That's hard enough when friends and neighbors turn into furry wolves every full moon. But when a hot vampire gets involved, life's bound to get complicated. The Omega have always been the pansies of the paranormal. Now Chicago's top werewolf pack has issued them a life or death challenge. Their only option: hire a vampire warrior to teach them the moves. Daedalus has been a powerful vampire for ages. Intrigued by the chance to train the geeks of the underworld, he wasn't bargaining on losing his heart to a human. Can he make the Omegas a success, fit into Sugar's quiet life, and avoid being ripped to shreds in the process?
Huntington has to balance the chemistry of mixing business with pleasure. Huntington Lewis is serious about her work in public relations. After being burnt once, she doesn't want to mix business with pleasure. She's facing a big career challenge when she's invited to salvage pharmaceutical company Med Solutions' public profile. CEO Kevin Carter has made an enemy of a very important FDA inspector. Now Huntington must use all her skills to rescue the dangerously attractive playboy chemist. Trouble ensues for the company over suspicious expiration dates, and with Kevin sinking fast in the 36 to 55 year-old demographic -- the women he must please most -- Huntington needs all of her skills to win the battle, not only for Kevin, but for their future together. Huntington must put out the fire Kevin started at his company while fanning the flames of a burgeoning desire she's not sure she's ready for. WARNING: Graphic sexual content.
When telepath meets ex-cop, will it be death or diamonds. Writer Liv Corrigan has the worst luck with men -- her telepathy tends to make them run for the hills. When she meets widower and ex-cop Jack Roarke, she decides to keep her talent hidden. Things are looking up until their third date crashes and burns as the man who murdered Jack's wife turns out to be after him too. Injured, Jack retreats with Liv to his house under armed guard. But with Liv's mysteries rapidly coming unraveled, a diamond-thief killer to stop and passion in the air, the safe house is anything but safe for their hearts! WARNING: Mild language, mild violence.
Destiny waits for all... especially a headstrong princess Royal blood can take a princess only so far in life. Sooner or later destiny will sweep her off her feet. If she's lucky, he's tall, blond, fun to push around, and helps her save their ice ball planet from a killer comet. WARNING: This is a sexy hot read that has graphic sex, lots of ice, hot springs and touch of bondage for fun. This is a futuristic, Sci-Fi, with erotic and paranormal elements.
Evil is real, and it's coming. . . unless one woman can learn a secret buried in her family's past. On a quest to rule the world, the demon Sammael will stop at nothing to unlock his powers. . . even enter the physical plane. Catherine Caldwell has unwittingly come into possession of the item Sammael has sought for over two millennia. Her education into the conflict of dark and light is a trial by fire. Guided by prophetic dreams and aided by family, a Creole psychic and a homicide detective, she struggles to learn her role in an age-old war, and elude the demon hunting her. The secret Catherine uncovers will trigger a battle that could alter the course of mankind forever.
Brianna and Shan couldn't be more different. From her $1,200 weave to her wardrobe full of Gucci, Prada and Chanel, Brianna believes that men were born to bankroll her lifestyle. Shan likes to make her own money by working for a living at a men's prison - and prefers Sean John, Baby Phat and Fubu to Jimmy Choo. Still, despite appearances, Shan and B are sisters where it counts - or so they think. . .For B, lying is part of the hustle, and the hustle is what gets her sex, clothes, cars--pretty much whatever she wants. She couldn't care less who gets hurt along the way, as long as it isn't her. But it's one thing to hustle tricks, and quite another to betray the one person who really cares. When one of B's schemes goes too far, blood is spilled--and Shan is caught in the crossfire. Now, with friendship and lives on the line, Brianna's got one last chance to change her ways--or suffer the consequences. Contains adult situations
Athletic photographer Dixon Hayes thinks she and her best friend, high school teacher Elizabeth Colter, are the perfect couple. Except for one little problem -- Elizabeth is only interested in friendship. Free spirited archaeologist Leanne McQuinness is convinced that she and Dixon should be together -- at least for tonight... And, daredevil pilot Megan Bishop believes she and Dixon are made for each other -- until she learns her shocking secret!
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SuperFractals is the long-awaited successor to Fractals Everywhere, in which the power and beauty of Iterated Function Systems were introduced and applied to producing startling and original images that reflect complex structures found for example in nature. This provoked the question of whether there is a deeper connection between topology, geometry, IFS and codes on the one hand and biology, DNA and protein development on the other. Now, 20 years later, Barnsley brings the story up to date by explaining how IFS have developed in order to address this issue. New ideas such as fractal tops and superIFS are introduced, and the classical deterministic approach is combined with probabilistic ideas to produce new mathematics and algorithms that open a whole theory that could have applications in computer graphics, bioinformatics, economics, signal processing and beyond. For the first time these ideas are explained in book form, and illustrated with breathtaking pictures.
Choral music is now undoubtedly the foremost genre of participatory music making, with more people singing in choirs than ever before. Written by a team of leading international practitioners and scholars, this Companion addresses the history of choral music, its emergence and growth worldwide and its professional practice. The volume sets out a historical survey of the genre and follows with a kaleidoscopic bird's eye view of choral music from all over the world. Chapters vividly portray the emergence and growth of choral music from its Quranic antecedents in West and Central Asia to the baroque churches of Latin America, representing its global diversity. Uniquely, the book includes a pedagogical section where several leading choral musicians write about the voice and the inner workings of a choir and give their professional insights into choral practice. This Companion will appeal to choral scholars, directors and performers alike.
Arvo Pärt is one of the most influential and widely performed contemporary composers. Around 1976 he developed an innovative new compositional technique called 'tintinnabuli' (Latin for 'sounding bells'), which has had an extraordinary degree of success. It is frequently performed around the world, has been used in award-winning films, and pieces such as Für Alina and Spiegel im Siegel have become standard repertoire. This collection of essays, written by a distinguished international group of scholars and performers, is the essential guide to Arvo Pärt and his music. The book begins with a general introduction to Pärt's life and works, covering important biographical details and outlining his most significant compositions. Two chapters analyze the tintinnabuli style and are complemented by essays which discuss Pärt's creative process. The book also examines the spiritual aspect of Pärt's music and contextualizes him in the cultural milieu of the twenty-first century and in the marketplace.
Discovering Careers is designed to introduce students to the skills they will need to succeed in school, on the job, and on their own. By studying this text, students will be able to explore personal goals, interests, and aptitudes that will influence future life decisions. Through exploration of the career clusters and pathways, students will learn about the training and skills required to pursue their post-high school plans. This text helps students take their first steps toward making the most of their education while preparing for the future. - An emphasis is placed on planning a personal program of future study that students can carry into high school and beyond. - Career clusters are featured to provide awareness of the multitude of career choices available after high school. - Cross-curricular opportunities and connections are fostered throughout the text to provide realistic applications
The English Standard Version Bible captures as far as possible the precise wording of the original biblical text and the personal style of each Bible writer, while taking into account differences of grammar, syntax, and idiom between current literary English and the original languages. The ESV thus provides an accurate rendering of the original texts that is in readable, high quality English prose and poetry. This Bible has been growing in popularity among students in biblical studies, mainline Christian scholars and clergy, and Evangelical Christians of all denominations. Along with that growth comes the need for the books of the Apocrypha to be included in ESV Bibles, both for denominations that use those books in liturgical readings and for students who need them for historical purposes. More Evangelicals are also beginning to be interested in the Apocrypha, even though they don't consider it God's Word. The English Standard Version Bible with the Apocrypha, for which the Apocrypha has been commissioned by Oxford University Press, employs the same methods and guidelines used by the original translators of the ESV, to produce for the first time an ESV Apocrypha. This will be the only ESV with Apocrypha available anywhere, and it includes all of the books and parts of books in the Protestant Apocrypha, the Catholic Old Testament, and the Old Testament as used in Orthodox Christian churches. It has a lovely pre-printed case binding, and includes a full-color map section, a table of weights and measures used in the Bible, and many other attractive features. The English Standard Version Bible with Apocrypha is certain to become the preferred Bible in more conservative divinity schools and seminaries, where the Apocrypha is studied from an academic perspective. And it answers the need of conservative Christians in general for a more literal version of these books.
On the heels of his Emmy-winning It Gets Better campaign, columnist and provocateur Dan Savage weighs in on such diverse issues as healthcare, gun control, and marriage equality with characteristic straight talk and humor. Dan Savage has always had a loyal audience, thanks to his syndicated sex-advice column "Savage Love," but since the incredible global success of his It Gets Better project, his book of the same name was a New York Times bestseller and his profile has skyrocketed. In addition, he's written for The New York Times, Rolling Stone, The Onion, GQ, The Guardian, Salon. com, and countless other widely read publications. Savage is recognized as someone whose opinions about our culture, politics, and society should not only be listened to but taken seriously. Now, in American Savage, he writes on topics ranging from marriage, parenting, and the gay agenda to the Catholic Church and sex education.
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