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A Great Success by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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A Great Success by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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Blue Simon's past and present collide as she lives an awful life of fear and full of secrets that could be life-threatening. Her baby daddy's wife, Myrtle, will do all it takes to maintain her grip on Jack and his empire. Jack, laid between his loyalty to Myrtle and his love for Blue and Ivy, is faced with hard pills to take as he considers Confronting Myrtle to stop her evil plans, therefore risking his Company and marriage, or playing dumb and allowing Myrtle to execute her plans thereby losing Blue and his daughter. As Blue tries to escape the dangers that come with her secrets being revealed, she is faced with more challenges as she finds out deeper secrets about Jack and his family. Will Myrtle be willing to forgive Jack and accept Ivy into the family? will Jack find a way to resolve all the issues rising? Will he be able to balance his business? His marriage and his mistress, without having conflicts? Will they all be able to take in the secrets that will unfold amidst this chaos?
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The Cross and the Shamrock by Hugh Quigley
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George Meredith was an English novelist and poet during the Victorian era. Meredith was a prolific writer and he stood out as one of the great authors of comedy of his time. With classics such as The Egoist, Diana of the Crossways, and The Ordeal of Richard Feverel, Meredith remains a popular author today. Celt and Saxon is a historical novel that centers around a young Irishman who travels to Wales in search of a wife. A table of contents is included.
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For three years, my boyfriend Adelard’s ex-girlfriend, Aurore, haunted our relationship with her fake brain cancer. He swore his devotion to her was just pity, a sense of duty to his dying first love. Then, on our anniversary, he asked me to stand by while he held a fake wedding with Aurore. He claimed it was “therapy” to cure her jumbled memories and give her closure so we could finally be together. He swore it was the last thing he’d ever ask of me. But I soon discovered he’d known she was faking for months. I found the love letters he wrote to her on our anniversaries, on my birthdays. His friends, who knew the truth, mocked me in a language they thought I didn’t understand. He had never loved me. I was just a placeholder, a convenient stand-in until he could get closure with his true love. So when he publicly proposed to Aurore with a sky full of fireworks, I didn't cry. I packed my bags, took the company shares he'd 'gifted' me as a symbol of our future, and walked away. The next morning, I put on a different wedding dress. I was going to marry Grady Barber, the powerful heir my twin sister was supposed to marry. This time, I chose myself.
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"You want to still go ahead with this wedding even after I told you all of that?" "Yes" "Why?" "I am curious what you are like" "I can assure you that you won't like what you would get" "That is a cross I am willing to bear" Ophelia meets Cade two years after the nightstand between them that had kept Cade wondering if he truly was in love or if it was just a fleeting emotion that had stayed with him for two years. His grandfather could not have picked a better bride for now. Now that she was sitting in front of him with no memories of that night he was determined never to let her go again. Ophelia had grown up with a promise never to start a family by herself but now that her father was hellbent on making her his heir under the condition that she had to get married she was left with no other option than to get married to the golden-eyed man sitting across from her. "Your looks," she said pointing to his face. "I can live with that" she added tilting her head. Cade wanted to respond but thought against it. "Let us get married"
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This is an extraordinary work of travel writing that is more about the author's personal exploration than it is about monuments and museums. Inspired by a journey with an Eton colleague ten years prior, this memoir exemplifies how travel can become a personal experience and change who we are. Though over a century and half old, Eothen, Traces of Travel Brought Home from the East feels as strikingly modern as any contemporary literary memoir. Kinglake's intimate, conversational style and his sense of humor and irony made Eothen-meaning "from the early dawn" or "from the East"-an instant success when it was first published in 1844. Even today, in the 21st century, it maintains its fresh and original feel. For lovers of travel, the Middle East, or self discovery this book will become an instant favorite.
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When we get too much involved in the act of pretending, we lose the idea of knowing the pretense of others. Isn’t that how it works? We don’t know the acts we do thinking good for the others even to the extent of hurting them to save them from major hurt will cause them to go through much more than we can think of. Sometimes it is not too late to correct the pretenses but sometimes it is late to amend them. Let’s see whether it is too late or just in time.
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Kit Musgrave's Luck by Harold Bindloss
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Men, Women, and Boats by Stephen Crane
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I woke up naked in a luxury Manhattan hotel next to a breathtaking stranger after a blackout night of drinking. Before I could sneak out, he caught me and demanded I marry him to take responsibility for his "lost innocence." When I refused, he slammed a massive stack of legal files on the table, threatening to frame me for corporate espionage and bankrupt my parents within a week if I didn't sign the marriage papers. Forced into a shotgun wedding at City Hall, he then dragged me to my parents' house. I prayed my strict father would protect me, but the stranger easily brainwashed them with rare gifts and by secretly dismissing my dad's IRS audit. "You are acting like a spoiled child. You find a man this exceptional, and you want to push him away?" my dad barked. My own parents had completely sold me out to a clinical psychopath, leaving me trapped and utterly isolated. I was suffocating in anger and terror. I didn't even know his real name, let alone why a man with such terrifying, untouchable power would go to such psychotic lengths to cage a broke diner waitress. Refusing to be his submissive pawn, I put on my red lipstick and dragged him to the most exclusive jewelry flagship store on Fifth Avenue. "I want to see your vault items. The most expensive things in this building," I demanded. I was going to rack up a bill so astronomically high that it would shatter his facade and force him to break this nightmare engagement.
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The distinguished zoologist Thomas H. Huxley made occasional forays into philosophy and became influential in the fields of religion and politics. Critiques and Addresses collects thirteen essays on educational, philosophical, and scientific subjects. A talented writer, Huxley's work was popular in the nineteenth century and is still highly respected today.
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The Island Mystery by George A. Birmingham
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The Warden is the first of Anthony Trollope's six Barchester novels, and epitomizes the wit, charm and acute social observation that he brings to the series. Septimus Harding is an unwordly, cello-playing clergyman, beloved by the pensioners of Barchester's almshouse, of which he is Warden. But when ecclesiastical and political skulduggery engulf him, he is pulled one way by the zealot John Bold, and the other way by his son-in-law, the sardonic and richly comic Archdeacon Grantly.
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A very angry and mostly evil italian who was paid to get rid of a family, and sucessfully did so, inherited alot of riches and began to involve himself with his father's dark mafia business. His name was Lorenzio Francesco Rossio. Everyone saw him as a heartless greek god who seems to be immortal. There must be something that even the devil is afraid of........ - - Voshéllisa is a suicidal girl whose family was killed by the instruction of the former papa Lorenzio Snr. She was raised in a training home. The girl had a darkness looming over her from the moment she felt as though she lost everything, but what happens when you put two darkness together?? Isnt two negatives suppose to make a positive?? But can these negatives really make a positive?? ........
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I was dying at the banquet, coughing up black blood while the pack celebrated my step-sister Lydia’s promotion. Across the room, Caleb, the Alpha and my Fated Mate, didn't look concerned. He looked annoyed. "Stop it, Elena," his voice boomed in my head. "Don't ruin this night with your attention-seeking lies." I begged him, telling him it was poison, but he just ordered me to leave his Pack House so I wouldn't dirty the floor. Heartbroken, I publicly demanded the Severing Ceremony to break our bond and left to die alone in a cheap motel. Only after I took my last breath did the truth come out. I sent Caleb the medical records proving Lydia had been poisoning my tea with wolfsbane for ten years. He went mad with grief, realizing he had protected the murderer and rejected his true mate. He tortured Lydia, but his regret couldn't bring me back. Or so he thought. In the afterlife, the Moon Goddess showed me my reflection. I wasn't a wolfless weakling. I was a White Wolf, the rarest and most powerful of all, suppressed by poison. "You can stay here in peace," the Goddess said. "Or you can go back." I looked at the life they stole from me. I looked at the power I never got to use. "I want to go back," I said. "Not for his love. But for revenge." I opened my eyes, and for the first time in my life, my wolf roared.
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I woke up in the hospital after my husband tried to kill me in an explosion. The doctor said I was lucky—the shrapnel had missed my major arteries. Then he told me something else. I was eight weeks pregnant. Just then, my husband, Julius, walked in. He ignored me and spoke to the doctor. He said his mistress, Kenzie, had leukemia and needed an urgent bone marrow transplant. He wanted me to be the donor. The doctor was aghast. "Mr. Carroll, your wife is pregnant and critically injured. That procedure would require an abortion and could kill her." Julius's face was a mask of stone. "The abortion is a given," he said. "Kenzie is the priority. Florence is strong, she can have another baby later." He was talking about our child like it was a tumor to be removed. He would kill our baby and risk my life for a woman who was faking a terminal illness. In that sterile hospital room, the part of me that had loved him, the part that had forgiven him, turned to ash. They wheeled me into surgery. As the anesthetic flowed into my veins, I felt a strange sense of peace. This was the end, and the beginning. When I woke up, my baby was gone. With a calmness that scared even me, I picked up the phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in ten years. "Dad," I whispered. "I'm coming home." For a decade, I had hidden my true identity as a Horton heiress, all for a man who just tried to murder me. Florence Whitehead was dead. But the Horton heiress was just waking up, and she was going to burn their world to the ground.
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"Sign it. Save her, and I'll give you anything." For four years, I was Damian Wright's 'invisible wife'. While I played the pauper, he poured his soul into his dying first love. Desperate, he blindly signed a stack of papers to buy the 'Gifted Doctor's' time. He didn't read the fine print. Buried inside was our Divorce Decree. "Congratulations, Damian," I said, stripping off my surgical mask to reveal the wife he never truly knew. "You're free." The submissive Amelia is dead. The legendary 'Ghost Surgeon'? That's me. The blindfolded racing queen 'Raven'? Also me. The shadow behind the global intelligence network V-Null? Still me. I was ready to vanish, but Lucas Sullivan-the titan who makes the Wrights look like peasants-blocked my path. When Damian tried to reclaim me, Lucas didn't just stop him; he brought an empire to its knees. "They don't deserve to look at you," Lucas whispered, his touch a lethal mix of protection and obsession. "But if you crave the world, Amelia, I'll burn it down just to hear you say my name."
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Layla Corbett finds herself backed into a corner when her father's gambling debts threaten to ruin her life. Desperate for a solution, she agrees to marry the wealthy billionaire Dave Wilson in exchange for him paying off all her father's debt, including his own. However, their arrangement takes a dark turn when Dave reveals his true intentions, leaving Layla feeling betrayed and alone. Feeling deceived and trapped, Layla finds solace in a forbidden romance with her handsome billionaire boss. But just as she starts to imagine a future with Ryan, she finds herself suddenly pregnant with Dave's child. As the unexpected pregnancy complicates their already tangled relationship, Layla and Dave must come together to protect their child when a life-threatening accident puts their child's life in danger. Through heartache, betrayal and unexpected revelations, Layla and Dave must navigate the complexities of their relationship to ensure the survival of their child. As they come together to fight for their baby's survival, they discover a new understanding and a second chance at love that neither of them saw coming.
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Blurb: The Villainess In a world ruled by moonlight and dominance, Caroline Lockwood was born a noblewoman but became nothing more than a pawn in a ruthless game of power. Trapped as the unwilling lover of Kai Alexander, the alpha who despises her, she endures his cruelty and hatred, her heart broken time and time again. When she finds herself pregnant, she clings to a fragile hope that the child might thaw his icy heart. Instead, her hopes are shattered as Kai beats her until she loses the baby, leaving her with nothing but an unquenchable thirst for revenge. But Caroline is not as weak as she once seemed. Faking her death, she vanishes into the shadowy depths of the forest, emerging as a vengeful specter. She builds her own rogue army, transforming from a submissive victim into a feared predator. Her new mission? To hunt and destroy the very male werewolves who once hunted her. Now, she is the villainess in her own story, and the hunt has begun. As she returns to confront Kai, secrets unravel and truths long buried come to light. The alpha who once hated her might have hidden his true feelings behind a mask of cruelty. But is it too late for love when blood has already been spilled?