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【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Decades of Dodgers: Conversations With and About the Men in Blue【電子書籍】[ Dale Parsons ]

＜p＞This is a collection of 93 transcribed interviews of many of the top players and managers from the Dodgers over the years, along with members of the media and celebrities. It includes but is not limited to such iconic individuals as Don Newcombe, Maury Wills, Willie Davis, Steve Garvey, Fernando Valenzuela, Mike Piazza, Nomar Garciaparra, Tommy Lasorda, Vin Scully, Clayton Kershaw, Cody Bellinger, and others. The year of the interview and a concise bio precedes each interview which was conducted by the author over a number of decades. Current Dodger historian, Mark Langill, wrote the foreword for this book and said the following:＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Every boxscore reflects a moment in time when the baseball universe stops for a scheduled nine innings. The only permanent mark left from the game are the statistics. But there are mysteries behind the orderly columns of numbersーaches and pains, levels of fluctuating confidence, emotions and chemistry found within the confines of a clubhouse.＜/p＞ ＜p＞This collection of interviews conducted by Dale Parsons gives fans a chance to "drop in" on familiar names at various points in their career. Relive the early days of first-year closer Eric Gagne in 2002 when the "Game Over" craze was gaining momentum and would lead to a major league record streak of converting 84 consecutive save opportunities through 2004. Or the early impressions of back-to-back National League Rookies of the Year Corey Seager and Cody Bellinger.＜/p＞ ＜p＞None of the active players had a crystal ball to put their respective careers in perspective, so their feelings are "in the moment." Other voices include alumni, broadcasters, managers, and celebrities. The random chronology of the interviews and the question-and-answer format provides a verbal buffet of stories and insight from different eras in franchise history.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Dodger Stadium opened in 1962 and eventually became the third-oldest MLB ballpark, entertaining generations of fans as the building underwent a series of improvements to remain an ideal sports and entertainment destination. Thanks to Dale Parsons and his audio recorder, the voices of past seasons and pennant races come alive in the dugout, the press box, and the batting cage.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Enjoy the ride down Dodger memory lane!"＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves Florida Narratives【電子書籍】[ United States Work Projects Administration ]

＜p＞I kaint tell nothin bout slavery times cept what I heared folks talk about. I was too young to remember much but I recleck seein my granma milk de cows an do de washin. Granpa was old, an dey let him do light work, mosly fish an hunt. I doan member nothin bout my daddy. He died when I was a baby. My stepfather was Stephen Anderson, an my mammy's name was Dorcas. He come fum Vajinny, but my mammy was borned an raised in Wilmington. My name was Josephine Anderson fore I married Willie Jones. I had two half-brothers youngern me, John Henry an Ed, an a half-sister, Elsie. De boys had to mind de calves an sheeps, an Elsie nursed de missus' baby. I done de cookin, mosly, an helped my mammy spin. "I was ony five year old when dey brung me to Sanderson, in Baker County, Florida. My stepfather went to work for a turpentine man, makin barrels, an he work at dat job till he drop dead in de camp. I reckon he musta had heart disease. "I doan recleck ever seein my mammy wear shoes. Even in de winter she go barefoot, an I reckon cold didn't hurt her feet no moran her hands an face. We all wore dresses made o' homespun. De thread was spun an de cloth wove right in our own home. My mamy an granmamy an me done it in spare time. "My weddin dress was blueーblue for true. I thought it was de prettiest dress I ever see. We was married in de court-house, an dat be a mighty happy day for me. Mos folks dem days got married by layin a broom on de floor an jumpin over it. Dat seals de marriage, an at de same time brings em good luck. "Ya see brooms keeps hants away. When mean folks dies, de old debbil sometimes doan want em down dere in da bad place, so he makes witches out of em, an sends em back. One thing bout witches, dey gotta count everthing fore dey can git acrosst it. You put a broom acrosst your door at night an old witches gotta count ever straw in dat broom fore she can come in. "Some folks can jes nachly see hants bettern others. Teeny, my gal can. I reckon das cause she been borned wid a veilーyou know, a caul, sumpum what be over some babies' faces when dey is borned. Folks borned wid a caul can see sperrits, an tell whas gonna happen fore it comes true.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】ドロップ・アンド・ワールド【電子書籍】[ 蒼キるり ]

＜p＞華族のお嬢様との身分差の恋。先輩をお姉様と慕う女学生。幼馴染と肩を寄せ合うお腹を空かせた少女。恋人と結婚する未来を思い描けない女子高生。付き合っていると知られたくない学生。図書館で桃色の時間を過ごす二人。彼女との結婚式を計画する女性。火星へ移住することを夢見る研究者たち。不治の病に罹りながらも持ち続ける遠い宇宙への希望。宇宙船に乗りながら新たな星へと降り立つのを待つ恋人たち。＜br /＞ 明治時代から現代、未来へと十組の百合カップルを描くオムニバス短編集＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

洋書 Clarion paperback Book, Egg-Drop Blues

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【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Bureau of Reclamation: History Essays from the Centennial Symposium - Part 1: Dam Histories, Concrete Dam Evolution, Embankment Dam Design, Hoover Dam, Fish Passages, Hydropower, Boulder Dam【電子書籍】[ Progressive Management ]

＜p＞On June 18-19, 2002, the Bureau of Reclamation and Department of History at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, hosted a symposium on the history of Reclamation. The symposium was held in conjunction with the Bureau's centennial anniversary birthday party at Hoover Dam. Reclamation's history is a rich tapestry filled with the politics, colorful personalities, and the unique character of the West. It is marked by engineering accomplishments and economic growth woven into the tapestry of western water development and delivery. These essays prepared for Reclamation's history symposium in 2002 add new dimensions to the story of Reclamation.＜/p＞ ＜p＞For this unique ebook reproduction, the enormous set comprising this work has been divided into two parts.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Contents of Part 1: 1. Senior Historian's Introduction * 2. Concrete Dam Evolution: The Bureau of Reclamation's Contributions to 2002 * 3. 100 Years of Embankment Dam Design and Construction in the U.S. Bureau of Reclamation * 4. Historical Development of Durable Concrete for the Bureau of Reclamation * 5. History of Drainage in the Bureau of Reclamation: A History of Subsurface Drainage in the Bureau of Reclamation * 6. Evolution of the Hoover Dam Inflow Design Flood: A Study in Changing Methodologies * 7. A Struggle of Needs: A History of Bureau of Reclamation Fish Passage Projects on the Truckee River, Nevada * 8. Explaining Hoover, Grand Coulee, and Shasta Dams: Institutional Stability and Professional Identity in the USBR * 9. From Pathfinder to Glen Canyon: The Structural Analysis of Arched, Gravity Dams * 10. Origins of Boulder/Hoover Dam: Siting, Design, and Hydroelectric Power * 11. The First Five: A Brief Overview of the First Reclamation Projects Authorized by the Secretary of the Interior on March 14, 1903 * 12. Creating an Irrigator's Reclamation Service: I. D. "Bud" O'Donnell, Civic Capitalism, and the U.S. Reclamation Service in the Yellowstone Valley, 1900-1930 * 13. "Did The Secretary Sell Us 'Blue Sky?'": Inclusion of Warren Act Contractors in the North Platte River Project * 14. The Path Not Taken: The Development Company of America's Hudson Reservoir Project, Arizona Territory, 1898-1902 * 15. Irrigation and Early Hydropower Development in the Salt River Valley * 16. Water, Culture, and Boosterism: Albin and Elizabeth DeMary and the Minidoka Reclamation Project, 1905-1920 * 17. "LAW OR NO LAW!"ーElwood Mead and The Struggle Over Power Plant Revenues, Shoshone Project, 1926-1953 * 18. From Self Sufficiency to Colony: The Bureau of Reclamation and Wasatch County, Utah * 19. Private Power at Boulder Dam: Utilities, Government Power, and Political Realism＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of the Lion’s Mane【電子書籍】[ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle ]

＜p＞It is a most singular thing that a problem which was certainly as abstruse and unusual as any which I have faced in my long professional career should have come to me after my retirement, and be brought, as it were, to my very door. It occurred after my withdrawal to my little Sussex home, when I had given myself up entirely to that soothing life of Nature for which I had so often yearned during the long years spent amid the gloom of London. At this period of my life the good Watson had passed almost beyond my ken. An occasional week-end visit was the most that I ever saw of him. Thus I must act as my own chronicler. Ah! had he but been with me, how much he might have made of so wonderful a happening and of my eventual triumph against every difficulty! As it is, however, I must needs tell my tale in my own plain way, showing by my words each step upon the difficult road which lay before me as I searched for the mystery of the Lion’s Mane. My villa is situated upon the southern slope of the downs, commanding a great view of the Channel. At this point the coast-line is entirely of chalk cliffs, which can only be descended by a single, long, tortuous path, which is steep and slippery. At the bottom of the path lie a hundred yards of pebbles and shingle, even when the tide is at full. Here and there, however, there are curves and hollows which make splendid swimming-pools filled afresh with each flow. This admirable beach extends for some miles in each direction, save only at one point where the little cove and village of Fulworth break the line. My house is lonely. I, my old housekeeper, and my bees have the estate all to ourselves. Half a mile off, however, is Harold Stackhurst’s well-known coaching establishment, The Gables, quite a large place, which contains some score of young fellows preparing for various professions, with a staff of several masters. Stackhurst himself was a well-known rowing Blue in his day, and an excellent all-round scholar. He and I were always friendly from the day I came to the coast, and he was the one man who was on such terms with me that we could drop in on each other in the evenings without an invitation. Towards the end of July, 1907, there was a severe gale, the wind blowing up-channel, heaping the seas to the base of the cliffs and leaving a lagoon at the turn of the tide. On the morning of which I speak the wind had abated, and all Nature was newly washed and fresh. It was impossible to work upon so delightful a day, and I strolled out before breakfast to enjoy the exquisite air. I walked along the cliff path which led to the steep descent to the beach. As I walked I heard a shout behind me, and there was Harold Stackhurst waving his hand in cheery greeting.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Memoirs of a Country Doll【電子書籍】[ Mary Curtis ]

＜p＞The first I can recollect is, that I was very long lying in a box in Soho bazaar, till one day I was taken down by one of the shopkeepers, and shown to a very pretty little girl, about three years old, who, after looking a whole case through, chose me. This little girl had flaxen curls, and was dressed very prettily. Her name was Lucy Fitzhenry. She wrapped me up and carried me home to her house in the country, which was a very pretty country-seat. Two or three days after she had me, her nurse cut some very pretty clothes for me. My under-clothes were of very fine linen, and my dresses of flowered muslin, blue merino, and spotted calicoes. My mother was very careful of me; she washed me every morning (for I was a porcelain Doll), and dressed me, and undressed me at night. One day she took me into town to see the Queen and Prince Albert, which I enjoyed very much indeed. As we were coming home in the carriage, little Lucy let me drop out the window, upon some burdock leaves, where I lay for some time. When I lay there, several caterpillars came and crawled over me, and I thought that they were not very pleasant company; however, I did not tell them so. After I had lain there for about two or three hours, I was picked up by a little raspberry picker, who was a German, named Johanna Worstel, who was over-joyed to find such a beautiful doll, and went instantly to show her brother, Robertin, who was also very glad. They then agreed to wrap me up in a cloth in which they had brought their dinner, and there I lay until night and thought over my past life; how my little mother Lucy had been so kind to me; how she had taken me out, ducked me in a little stream, then dried me in the sun, laughed with me, kissed me, and talked about my new mamma, when suddenly a gust of wind took my cloak off, and I laid there very cold. However, my mother came very soon and took me up. "Poor doll," said she, "how very cold she must be," and therefore she wrapped me up in my dress very tightly, and then we went home. Their home was in a little building, (it was once an out-house, but the house had been removed and it stood alone,) where we had a very nice supper of water-cresses, bread and cheese. After that I was covered over with some leaves, and there I went to sleep.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Who Are You? Poetry for discovery.【電子書籍】[ Oscar -Oz Benson ]

＜p＞When we are young we often know not who we are nor for sure where in life we will end up. Children never consider this question and most adults too have never considered it really. When people do begin to consider this is when they are planning for college. Most are jolted to this reality when they interview for their first job.＜br /＞ There was a lady who studied people and found that the greatest regret that most have before they leave this world is that they worried too much about jobs and money and didn’t spend enough quality time with friends and especially family.＜br /＞ One of the most important things about being a human is time. We are only given so much and then it is up. So, I say search yourself and know yourself and be true to yourself and then you will have fewer regrets and greater happiness in this pass we are going through.＜br /＞ As I was going through a terrible time in my life at 40, I finally found time and was forced to begin to look at who I was and had become. I then began to carefully look through the pages of my life that I had written by my own hand. It was then that I decided to do differently for my future. I made some very conscious changes. I realized that I had not respected people enough nor myself. I have since continued to make changes. I drop those things that do not contribute to my future and take up those things that will benefit me and those around me in my future. Today I can tell any one who I am. I have become happy with who I am and want to be.＜br /＞ My purpose in life I know now is to help the whole of humanity to come together in a loving and moving way in order to help us all to save our little planet that we share habitation upon. I will continue to write and speak and teach about the importance of how and why we live here on our green and blue earth.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Brutal Mercy【電子書籍】[ Emily Kimelman ]

＜p＞The dog’s howls echo the mechanical whine of the sirens blaring from the speakers. The sounds undulate, rising and falling like the jungle-draped topography around us.＜/p＞ ＜p＞The airfield we stand on is a swath of ochre in a sea of riotous greenーthe sky above a cerulean dome hazed in tremulous clouds. Sunlight beats through them, baking the dirt, mixing with the moisture of the jungle and wrapping itself around us in a heavy, sweaty embrace. My arms tighten around my son.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Frank presses his snout to James’s foot, a low whine escaping as he looks up at me. Nila joins with Blue circling us as though forming a defensive line. They know we are in danger but don’t know from what.＜/p＞ ＜p＞The dogs in the jungle, trained to protect the compound’s perimeter, continue to howl even as the sirens wind down.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Blue leads us to the jungle path. Darkness closes in around us, the air stifling and humidity thick. Over the cascading insect orchestra, a resonating hum grows louder. James looks up at the canopy above us. “Vroom?” He asks.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Vroom,” I agree, keeping my focus on the winding path. Roots criss-cross the dirt. Big wet leaves and spidery vines encroach, tugging at my clothing as if to stop me from entering. Sweat slides down my spine under my shirt.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Nila jogs ahead, taking the lead, her nose to the ground while Blue stays by my side and Frank behind usーa train of people and dogs. A pack moving through the jungle. A formidable force.＜/p＞ ＜p＞A bird squawks loudly, jerking James’s attention. He pulls his arms from around my neck to clap.＜/p＞ ＜p＞The drone’s mechanical hum grows louder.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Nila stops, turning her head to the sky, nostrils flaring, trying to find its scent. I crane my neck. Through the thick foliage the sky is just a few flashes of blue. Three shadows darken the diamonds of light cascading to the jungle floor, and flashes of white glint above us. No bombs drop. No bullets rain.＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞Yet.＜/em＞＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】If【電子書籍】[ Richard West ]

＜p＞＜strong＞A man hell-bent on challenging his own sobriety＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Recovering alcoholic Richard West has never exorcised the ghosts of his worst tragedy. It destroyed his life and left him broken. With guilt eating him alive, he buys a motorcycle and escapes on an impulsive journey into the Australian outback.＜/p＞ ＜p＞As the former corporate cop attempts to circumnavigate one of the harshest continents in the world in just a few months, he sees haunting visions that both torture and guide him. But when he meets a woman in a yellow drop-top Bug, she threatens his sobriety. With each temptation, the bottle of Johnnie Walker in his saddlebag whispers his name.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Eventually he has to make a choice. One that will change everything.＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞＜strong＞IF＜/strong＞＜/em＞ is an extraordinary memoir about riding to redemption. If you like flawed heroes, road novels, or have ever battled to overcome your own demons, then Richard West's memoir will touch your heart.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Get ＜em＞＜strong＞IF＜/strong＞＜/em＞ today and join this gut-wrenching fight to survive! .＜/p＞ ＜p＞"This memoir is an explosion of rich lived experience, humour, gravitas and poignancy. If tells the story of an outback contemporary Australia not seen by many and documents the struggle of a man coming to terms with himself, his past and his future.＜strong＞" Paul Williams＜/strong＞ (Internationally acclaimed author of Soldier Blue and winner of the South African book of the year).＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】リンクス 2024年05月号【電子書籍】[ リンクス編集部 ]

＜p＞リンクス20thアニバーサリー！ 「恋イン」10周年を記念して豪華お蔵出し抽選プレゼント第二弾を実施！このリンクスの目次・次号予告・広告・価格表示は全て紙版発行当時のものとなります。また、リンクス電子版においては、プレゼント・アンケート・全サ・全プレの応募は対象外となっております。あらかじめご了承の上、ご購入ください。＜/p＞ ＜p＞【Line Up】＜br /＞ 「非日常彼氏」episode1 草間さかえ＜br /＞ 「ハッピープリズンキングダム」NO.1 やんちゃ＜br /＞ 「ウソツキと初恋」stage1 牛込トラジ＜br /＞ 「神婚なんて終わらせてやる」第五話 白コトラ＜br /＞ 「Go! Go! リンコレダッシュ!」vol.111 Part.1 木下けい子┴ビリー・バリバリー＜br /＞ 「憧れの王子サマに押しかけ同棲されてます one more」第3話 三川ケイヤ＜br /＞ 「恋するインテリジェンス」class:#118-GC001-8 丹下 道＜br /＞ 「ラヴァー・ストリッパー」Night3 せら＜br /＞ 「ずるい君との友達ごっこ」act.3鮭だらけ＜br /＞ 「男しかいないっ!?」お金がないっ番外編 香坂 透＜br /＞ 「しゅきしゅきMAXハート」Drop11 山野でこ＜br /＞ 「イケボでひたすら愛されたい」 Play.2柏木 真＜br /＞ 「もののふっ!!」二十七 琥狗ハヤテ＜br /＞ 「螺旋の花」 沙野風結子┴兼守美行＜br /＞ 「じいさんの猫」第3話 大槻ミゥ＜br /＞ 「溺愛×不遜×イケ神様！」第3回 きりみゆうや＜br /＞ 「御曹司くんの恋人事情」後編 末原さかえ＜br /＞ 「DEEP BLUE」act.4 与一マキナ＜br /＞ 「SECOND」第4話 九重シャム＜br /＞ 「Go! Go! リンコレダッシュ!」vol.111 Part.2 香坂 透┴楓木まる＜br /＞ 「これは嘘の結婚だから」4日目 上田にく＜br /＞ 「カリギュラの恋 サードニクス」第二話 みちのくアタミ＜br /＞ 「この恋をいつかきっと後悔する」第2話 でん蔵＜br /＞ 「神様とオタクくんのハッピーライフ ～ただ今、推しを愛でています。～」DAYS.7 倉橋蝶子＜br /＞ 「なりそこないのけものたち」sect.3 イイモ＜br /＞ 「アトリエリンクス」＜br /＞ 「Writers Comments」＜/p＞ ＜p＞※リンクス 2024年5月号は2025年5月8日までの期間限定配信です。※＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Vampire Jules (A Paranormal Vampire Erotic Romance)【電子書籍】[ Emily Cantore ]

＜p＞College student and part-time waitress Audrey White is finishing up work for the night when a series of incredibly hot fantasies start to flash through her mind. Jules Marquez, vampire and smoking hot man, is putting them there. He's out looking for a bite but before she can bring him the apple pie he ordered or invite him home, he vanishes.＜br /＞ A disappointed Audrey goes home only to discover Jules tapping on her second floor window, floating in mid-air. He's a vampire and wants to be invited in...＜br /＞ This 8500-word red-hot paranormal vampire story features explicit scenes, oral sex, mind control, biting and much more!＜br /＞ EXCERPT:＜br /＞ At the thought of Jules I brought my wrist up to my nose and breathed in. Even after the shower his scent was still there and it drove my body and mind crazy. I'd never wash this wrist again, I swear.＜br /＞ Tap. Tap. Tap.＜br /＞ In some sort of hypnotized state due to the scent (or impending orgasms I planned to have) I walked out of my bathroom and completely didn't freak out when I saw a man at the window.＜br /＞ Not just any man. Jules. Mr-Apple-Pie.＜br /＞ I walked to the window and slid it upwards. He had one foot on the ledge and was holding on to the building with the other. Must have jumped across from the tree that was a few feet away.＜br /＞ I felt some part of me say this was weird but for some strange reason I felt completely calm about it all.＜br /＞ "Hey Jules."＜br /＞ "Audrey."＜br /＞ He nodded to me like we were meeting at a ball for the Queen. Very prim and proper. Not like he was hanging off the side of my building after ten at night.＜br /＞ "I was thinking about you," I added.＜br /＞ I clasped my towel and made sure that it wasn't going to suddenly fall down. I may have also subtly adjusted it to show a little more cleavage. Just a little. I saw Jules' eyes flicker down and back and then he swallowed.＜br /＞ "What else were you thinking?" he said, a glint in his eye.＜br /＞ He knew. He knew what I'd been thinking because he'd been the one doing it. I was suddenly sure of it.＜br /＞ "All sorts of things," I said.＜br /＞ I could feel my heart starting to beat faster. Maybe the scent was wearing off. Jules was hanging on the side of my building. That was weird, right? That wasn't normal. How was he-＜br /＞ "Vampire."＜br /＞ Jules winked at me and stepped away from the ledge to float in mid-air. I felt my heart thud again and then a cold rush of shock run through me.＜br /＞ "A vampire," I said, finding it hard to speak.＜br /＞ "Yes. And I want you to invite me in."＜br /＞ Invite him in. So he can drink my blood?＜br /＞ "That's only a little bit of what I want. I want other things too," Jules said.＜br /＞ His eyes flickered over me again and I felt my body respond. He was still incredibly hot. His eyes were blue and his suit looked spectacular. Yes, he was floating in mid-air and was a vampire but hey, vampires have one-night stands too, right?＜br /＞ "Some do. I don't. I like to have relationships."＜br /＞ I realized that I hadn't been speaking yet he'd been answering me anyway. Was he reading my mind?＜br /＞ "Yes."＜br /＞ "So you were the one putting those... fantasies in my mind?"＜br /＞ He shook his head, the movement causing him to float sideways a little. There was a tree between him and the road that was probably hiding him from view but I had the sudden idea that Elsie would look out her window and see him.＜br /＞ "Those were already in your mind. I just helped bring them to life."＜br /＞ "Can you hypnotize me to make me your slave? Is that what you've done?"＜br /＞ "I can. I could tell you to look into my eyes and invite me in and you'd do it. I could tell you to drop that towel and I'd spend the night worshipping your incredible body and you'd be helpless to resist. I could do the most unbelievably filthy things with you and you'd not only love it but beg for more. I could do all this but I'm not going to. I want you to invite me in of your own free will. I want you to drop that towel because you want to. I want you to take me into your bed because you want me."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Tail-End Charlies The Last Battles of the Bomber War, 1944?45【電子書籍】[ John Nichol ]

＜p＞＜strong＞“A breathtakingly intimate look at the lives, loves, and deaths of the brave airmen” who flew the controversial last battles of WWII over Germany (Walter J. Boyne, bestselling author of ＜em＞Beyond the Wild Blue＜/em＞).＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Night after night they flew through packs of enemy fighters to drop the bombs that would demolish the Third Reich. The American and British airmen of Bomber Command were among the greatest heroes of the Second World War, defying Hitler in the darkest early days of the war and taking the battle to the German homeland when no one else would.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Toward the end of the conflict, too, they continued to sacrifice their lives to shatter an enemy sworn never to surrender. Blasted out of the sky in an instant or bailing out from burning aircraft to drop helplessly into hostile hands, they would die in their tens of thousands to ensure the enemy’s defeat. Especially vulnerable were the “tail-end Charlies”ーwhich, for the Americans, meant the last bomber in a formation, and for the British, meant a bomber’s rear-gunner who flew operations in a Plexiglas bubble.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Following their groundbreaking revelations about the ordeals suffered by Allied prisoners of war in their bestselling book, ＜em＞The Last Escape,＜/em＞ John Nichol and Tony Rennell tell the astonishing and deeply moving story of the controversial last battles in the skies of Germany through the eyes of the forgotten heroes who fought them.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Wrong and Right Methods of Dealing with Social Evil【電子書籍】[ Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell ]

＜p＞The facts contained in the English Blue Books, to which reference will be made in the following pages, are doubtless familiar to many persons. No apology, however, is needed for again bringing them forward, for it is a duty not to allow them to be forgotten. Some Parliamentary papers of temporary interest may drop out of sight, but these should be kept in view, and urged upon the conscience of every parent in the land; for to the conscientious parent, equally with the statesman, the importance of this evidence can not be exaggerated. A knowledge of facts is the more necessary at the present time, on account of the renewed endeavors to establish a false principle of legislation, which are now being made. It may not be generally known, that in consequence of the serious facts brought to light in relation to an actual trade in buying and selling young English girls for evil purposes on the Continent, a Select Committee of the House of Lords was appointed in 1881, to examine this subject. The Committee was directed to inquire into the actual facts relating to this traffic, and also to consider whether further legislation can remedy the evil. Although the work of the Committee was limited to the facts of this infamous traffic, and to the legislation which is necessary to suppress it, the evidence laid before it covers much wider ground. This evidence reveals, both directly and indirectly, facts of the gravest significance in relation to our own condition, as well as to that of our neighbors, in respect to social vice. It thus renders important assistance toward the solution of weighty but perplexing problems, which are now being widely discussed amongst us. The great body of facts brought forward in this report, relate to two different but false methods of dealing with vice, methods which have come prominently forward in the present century, in connection with the marked decay of the older forms of religious faith. The distinctive national tendencies of the French and English nations are strikingly shown in the attitude they have gradually assumed toward the subject of prostitution; the French with their remarkable organizing power tending toward tyranny, the English with their innate love of liberty toward license. These opposite national characteristics, with their results in what may be termed the "let alone" and the "female regulation" systems are here instructively revealed.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Pitchfork Justice【電子書籍】[ Alexander Harkavy ]

＜p＞Dawn brought a quiet, stately beauty to Washington D.C. this crisp spring day. There were no clouds to mirror any dreadfulness below. The aged monuments to our democracy stood out handsomely, even the grayed ones, against the light blue backdrop.＜/p＞ ＜p＞A lone gull flew treacherously close to the Washington Monument fighting a quick windy side draft. He recovered from the close encounter and his flight took him across the Reflecting Pool and on toward the Lincoln Memorial. He circled Abe's perch and headed back toward the pool, almost as an afterthought. Earlier something had caught his attention, perhaps an odor or bright color. Nevertheless he found his way to the steps of the Federal Reserve Building. He nervously hopped up a few stairs. He was getting closer to the object of his fancy when the clicking of high heels down below frightened him away.＜/p＞ ＜p＞An early arriving secretary was trekking the steps, busy with a cellphone conversation buried in her ear. When her eyes were even with the top step she abruptly stopped. Breakfast instructions for the children at home began to waver in her mind. Slow motion overtook her vision and her words. She began stammering. The brutal horror of what she was literally stumbling upon was a gut punch.＜/p＞ ＜p＞There, meeting her eyes to his, was the Chairman of the Federal Reserve Bank. His orbs were frozen in a death glare. His severed head was skewered on the tines of a pitchfork. The handle had been shortened and supported in a block of marble. Occasionally a drop of thick blood would slink to the stone pallet, giving one last bit of life to this ritualistic trophy.＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Oh God! Oh, God! Jimmy, tell your father to come pick me up! I'll be out front of the building! Oh, God! Tell him, now! And hurry!" The secretary had turned and was racing down the steps. She hadn't noticed or cared that she had dropped her purse. When a heel broke, she skidded down a few steps on her rump, but it didn't stop her from dialing 911.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】ブルー・シーサイド・ドロップ 5【電子書籍】[ 日月ニチカ ]

＜p＞「海に落ちたその人は 清と言った」＜/p＞ ＜p＞暑い夏の日、寛太(かんた)は海でおぼれていた男を助ける。その人は清(きよし)と言い、都会からやってきた。ちゃらんぽらんでふざけた大人だが、なんとなく気になる存在で……。＜br /＞ そして寛太には誰にも言えないある悩みがありー…？＜/p＞ ＜p＞自然あふれる田舎町で繰り広げられる、甘酸っぱい青春ストーリー。＜br /＞ 『ロング・ディスタンス・ロマンス』シリーズ＜清×寛太＞の出会い編。＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Electric Blue【電子書籍】[ Fae DeRose ]

＜p＞Blue Spalding is a P.I. with charm, wit, and drop-dead good looks. So why is Cassie Riggs more afraid of him that she is of the people chasing her? She hates having to need someone, and she hasn’t had a man in her life for a long long time. She realizes that she needs someone to look after her when she is a witness awaiting trial, so she hires Blue to do the job. He is more than well equipped to handle the position, and even though Cassie is gun shy when it comes to guys, she can’t deny the electricity that sparks some good old-fashioned lust between them. Working together, they may just get what they both want. The excitement of the situation sparks the already-amazing chemistry between them, and they seem to relish the close quarters and the time they spend alone. The excitement builds to a satisfying climax.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Tappan's Burro and Other Stories【電子書籍】[ Zane Grey ]

＜p＞Tappan gazed down upon the newly-born little burro with something of pity and consternation. It was not a vigorous offspring of the redoubtable Jennie, champion of all the numberless burros he had driven in his desert prospecting years. He could not leave it there to die. Surely it was not strong enough to follow its mother. And to kill it was beyond him.＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Poor little devil!" soliloquized Tappan. "Reckon neither Jennie nor I wanted it to be born...I'll have to hold up in this camp a few days. You can never tell what a burro will do. It might fool us an' grow strong all of a sudden."＜/p＞ ＜p＞Whereupon Tappan left Jennie and her tiny, gray lopeared baby to themselves, and leisurely set about making permanent camp. The water at this oasis was not much to his liking, but it was drinkable, and he felt he must put up with it. For the rest the oasis was desirable enough as a camping site. Desert wanderers like Tappan favored the lonely water holes. This one was up under the bold brow of the Chocolate Mountains, where rocky wall met the desert sand, and a green patch of palo verdes and mesquites proved the presence of water. It had a magnificent view down a many-leagued slope of desert growths, across the dark belt of green and the shining strip of red that marked the Rio Colorado, and on to the upflung Arizona land, range lifting to range until the saw-toothed peaks notched the blue sky.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Locked in the iron fastnesses of these desert mountains was gold. Tappan, if he had any calling, was a prospector. But the lure of gold did not bind him to this wandering life any more than the freedom of it. He had never made a rich strike. About the best he could ever do was to dig enough gold to grubstake himself for another prospecting trip into some remote corner of the American Desert. Tappan knew the arid Southwest from San Diego to the Pecos River and from Picacho on the Colorado to the Tonto Basin. Few prospectors had the strength and endurance of Tappan. He was a giant in build, and at thirty-five had never yet reached the limit of his physical force.＜/p＞ ＜p＞With hammer and pick and magnifying glass Tappan scaled the bare ridges. He was not an expert in testing minerals. He knew he might easily pass by a rich vein of ore. But he did his best, sure at least that no prospector could get more than he out of the pursuit of gold. Tappan was more of a naturalist than a prospector, and more of a dreamer than either. Many were the idle moments that he sat staring down the vast reaches of the valleys, or watching some creature of the wasteland, or marveling at the vivid hues of desert flowers.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Tappan waited two weeks at this oasis for Jennie's baby burro to grow strong enough to walk. And the very day that Tappan decided to break camp he found signs of gold at the head of a wash above the oasis. Quite by chance, as he was looking for his burros, he struck his pick into a place no different from a thousand others there, and hit into a pocket of gold. He cleaned out the pocket before sunset, the richer for several thousand dollars.＜/p＞ ＜p＞"You brought me luck," said Tappan, to the little gray burro staggering round its mother. "Your name is Jenet. You're Tappan's burro, an' I reckon he'll stick to you."＜/p＞ ＜p＞Jenet belied the promise of her birth. Like a weed in fertile ground she grew. Winter and summer Tappan patroled the sand beats from one trading post to another, and his burros traveled with him. Jenet had an especially good training. Her mother had happened to be a remarkably good burro before Tappan had bought her. And Tappan had patience; he found leisure to do things, and he had something of pride in Jenet. Whenever he happened to drop into Ehrenberg or Yuma, or any freighting station, some prospector always tried to buy Jenet. She grew as large as a medium-sized mule, and a three-hundred-pound pack was no load to discommode her.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】When the Squadron Dropped Anchor【電子書籍】[ Frank E. Evans ]

＜p＞Accused of the most dishonorable conduct, cast off from the navy and the life he loved, Graydon still found opportunity to serve his country and erase the stain on his honor. The echoes of the ship’s bugle, calling away the second whaleboat, died softly in the still harbor of San Juan de Gracias. The boat crew ran out on the boom, down its swinging rope ladder to the thwarts beneath, and pulled out to the gangway. At the head of the gangway stood a man in blue civilian serge and wide-brimmed panama hat. The brim half hid the eyes that were held to the seam of the cruiser’s deck. His shoulders sagged like those of a fighter waiting the knock-out blow. The curt announcement of the ensign on watch, “Your boat is alongside,” brought the man’s head up with a jerk. His shoulders braced and his heels met. Mechanically his hand went in salute to the brim of the panama. In the old formula of the quarter-deck he answered: “I have your permission to leave the ship, sir?” There was no answer. For a moment he faced aft to where the colors rippled over the taffrail. Then, with head down, shoulders drooping, he turned and ran down the ladder to the waiting whaleboat. The ensign stepped to the rail.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Youth of Jefferson: A Chronicle of College Scrapes at Williamsburg, in Virginia, A.D. 1764【電子書籍】[ Anonymous ]

＜p＞It was a delicious day, such a day as the month of flowers alone can bring into the world, and all nature seemed to be rejoicing. The peach and cherry blossoms shone like snow upon the budding trees, the oriole shot from elm to elm, a ball of fire against a background of blue and emerald, and from every side came the murmuring flow of streamlets, dancing in the sun and filling the whole landscape with their joyous music. May reigned supremeーa tender blue-eyed maiden, treading upon a carpet of young grass with flowers in their natural colors; and nowhere were her smiles softer or more bright than there at Shadynook, which looks still on the noble river flowing to the sea, and on the distant town of Williamsburg, from which light clouds of smoke curl upward and are lost in the far-reaching azure. Shadynook was one of those old hip-roofed houses which the traveller of to-day meets with so frequently, scattered throughout Virginia, crowning every knoll and giving character to every landscape. Before the house stretched a green lawn bounded by a low fence; and in the rear a garden full of flowers and blossoming fruit trees made the surrounding air faint with the odorous breath of Spring. Over the old house, whose dormer windows were wreathed with the mosses of age, stretched the wide arms of two noble elms; and the whole homestead had about it an air of home comfort, and a quiet, happy repose, which made many a wayfarer from far countries sigh, as he gazed on it, embowered in its verdurous grove. In the garden is an arbor, over which flowering vines of every description hover and bloom, full of the wine of spring. Around the arbor extend flower plats carefully tended and fragrant with violets, crocuses, and early primroses. Foliage of the light tender tint of May clothes the background, and looking from the arbor you clearly discern the distant barn rising above the trees. In this arbor sits or rather reclines a young girlーfor she has stretched herself upon the trellised seat, with a languid and careless ease, which betrays total abandonーan abandon engendered probably by the warm languid air of May, and those million flowers burdening the air with perfume. This is Miss Belle-bouche, whom we have heard the melancholy Jacques discourse of with such forlorn eloquence to his friend Tom, or Sir Asinus, as the reader pleases. Belle-bouche, Pretty-mouth, Belinda, or Rebeccaーfor this last was the name given her by her sponsorsーis a young girl of about seventeen, and of a beauty so fresh and rare that the enthusiasm of Jacques was scarcely strange. The girl has about her the freshness and innocence of childhood, the grace and elegance of the inhabitants of that realm of fairies which we read of in the olden poetsーall the warmth, and reality, and beauty of those lovelier fairies of our earth. Around her delicate brow and rosy cheeks fall myriads of golden "drop curls," which veil the deep-blue eyes, half closed and fixed upon the open volume in her hand. Belle-bouche is very richly clad, in a velvet gown, a satin underskirt from which the gown is looped back, wide cuffs and profuse lace at wrists and neck; and on her diminutive feet, which peep from the skirt, are red morocco shoes tied with bows of ribbon, and adorned with heels not more than three inches in height. Her hair is powdered and woven with pearlsーshe wears a pearl necklace; she looks like a child dressed by its mother for a ball, and spoiled long ago by "petting." Belle-bouche reads the "Althea" of Lovelace, and smiles approvingly at the gallant poet's assertion, that the birds of the air know no such liberty as he does, fettered by her eyes and hair. It is the fashion for Lovelaces to make such declarations, and with a coquettish little movement she puts back the drop curls, and raises her blue eyes to the sky from which they have stolen their hue.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Mastering-Dropshipping-a-Blueprint-for-Online-Success Blueprint Mindset, #1【電子書籍】[ Anthony Rector ]

＜p＞Mastering Dropshipping is a 38 page ebook is comprehensive guide crafting the step by step DIY techniques to earn large profits without warehousing products phsyically. Whether you are beginner are seasoned veteran this ebook offers valuble insight and practical advice to help build your profitable online business＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Don't Say No Smokin’ Hot Romance【電子書籍】[ Cassandra Ormand ]

＜p＞〓 From Best-Selling, Award-Winning Author Cassandra Ormand.＜/p＞ ＜p＞What's a woman to do when she finds a drop-dead gorgeous man stranded on a deserted stretch of road in the middle of the Wyoming wilderness? Lend assistance or run like hell? Unable to resist his body and his charm, Isa Navo finds herself lending assistance and losing her heart in the process.＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞＜strong＞It’s amazing just how much trouble a man can get into because of a flat tire.＜/strong＞＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Liam and Isa both discover just how powerful destiny can be when their two worlds collide in a twist of fate that leaves them both questioning their current life path. Will love win the day, or will Liam inevitably go back to his globe wandering ways?＜/p＞ ＜p＞When Isa Navo sees a handsome stranger on the side of the road behind a car with a very obvious mechanical problem, she can’t believe her eyes. What part of heaven had lost the godlike creature in front of her? The stranger wears nothing but tight blue jeans and a pair of cross-training shoes, leaving his sexy torso all too visible to her gaze. And her gaze takes in everything from his black hair, taut six-pack, muscled arms, shoulders to-die-for, and tight backside. She struggles to decide if she should help the gorgeous god that has fallen into her territory, or be smart and paranoid and keep driving. Can she really leave him out there alone, stuck on the nearly deserted road that winds through the mountains she calls home? Or will she allow him into her heart and her bed?＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Captured by the Arabs (Illustrated)【電子書籍】[ James H. Foster ]

＜p＞CHAPTER I＜br /＞ Followed by Rascals＜/p＞ ＜p＞“THE Sahara Desert! Adventure! Exploration!” breathed Joe Lewis, as he sat with four companions on the deck of the steamer Sylvania, awaiting their first glimpse of North Africa.＜br /＞ “It’ll be wonderful!” muttered Bob Holton, who was also deeply touched. He, like his chum, had often pictured this mission into the heart of the vast expanse of sand. Soon it would be the real thing. Already the youth could feel his feet plod through the loose soil, could sense the delight of long traveling in a little-known land.＜br /＞ Dr. Kirshner, a noted arch?ologist, looked up from the book he was reading. His bronzed face took on a wide smile as he scrutinized the two young men.＜br /＞ “Got the old spirit, all right,” he said with twinkling eyes. “I suppose it came from that expedition in Brazil. Every explorer gets it sooner or later.”＜br /＞ “That’s right,” agreed Mr. Lewis, Joe’s father. “They say the main characteristic of a true explorer is his ability to sense the thrill of adventure.”＜br /＞ “Then we’re real explorers. Isn’t that right, Dad?” grinned Bob.＜br /＞ “‘We’?” asked Mr. Holton, trying to appear serious. “Where do you get that ‘we’ stuff? You and Joe have only bothered us on one expedition. We men have faced the scorching sun scores of times, and should by now have caught the true meaning of it all. But you boysーー”＜br /＞ “Wait a minute,” cut in Bob, determined not to be beaten so easily. “Where would you have been if it hadn’t been for Joe and me? It was our ingenuity that brought about the success of the expedition.”＜br /＞ “Well, I must say I hadn’t thought of that before,” laughed Mr. Holton.＜br /＞ “It’s true, all right.” Bob stoutly defended himself and his chum. “If you say the word I’ll prove it.”＜br /＞ Mr. Holton smiled. He took a great delight in arguing in a friendly manner with his son, although at times he was forced to admit defeat. This time he was satisfied to drop the matter and turn his eyes to the western sky, where the sun, a great ball of red fire, was sliding into the bluish waters of the Mediterranean. Gradually the ball faded from view, leaving a soft blue sky, which a moment later became streaked with long gold streamers. At last these became molded into one great mass of color and light, crossed and dotted with every hue of the rainbow. Slowly the spectacle faded from view, and the sky became a warm blue, out of which came countless glittering stars.＜br /＞ It was a wonderful sight, and although the adventurers had witnessed it several times before, they never seemed to tire of it. Bob and Joe especially were deeply stirred.＜br /＞ “Now that we’ve seen our last sunset on this voyage, suppose we get our belongings together,” said Mr. Holton, getting up from his chair. “It won’t be long until we reach Algiers.”＜br /＞ “And if what we’ve heard is true, it’s a wonderful city,” added Mr. Lewis. “Has the most unusual blend of things Arab and European on the globe. Monuments, mosques, palaces, everything and more that characterizes the spirit of North Africa.”＜br /＞ He arose and led the way up the deck to the cabin, where already people were gathering to await the first sight of land. Among the passengers were brightly garbed Egyptians, Algerians, Arabs, and many others with quaint and picturesque costumes. Everyone was in a gay mood, laughing and talking merrily. That is, all but two tall Arabs, whose quiet gaze was fixed on Bob, Joe, and the others of the American expedition. That the men intended mischief was sensed by the boys, although their elders had caught no element of danger.＜br /＞ “Wonder what they want?” murmured Bob, in an undertone to his chum. “Fact is, I’ve noticed them before, but never said anything about it. They seem to follow us, for some reason or other.”＜br /＞ Joe nodded.＜br /＞ “I’ve thought the same thing,” he said quietly. “But as they made no move against us, I almost forgot about it till now.”＜br /＞ The youths said no more until they reached their stateroom, which was directly across the hall from that of their elders. As soon as their belongings were together, Bob decided to mention the matter to his father and friends.＜br /＞ “Ten to one they haven’t noticed these men,” he said to Joe, “and it might be best for us to put ’em wise.”＜br /＞ The youths found their companions preparing to leave for the deck and motioned for them to come in the room. Then Bob told of the actions of the two Arabs, pointing out that they probably had no good intentions.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Treasure and Trouble Therewith: A Tale of California【電子書籍】[ Geraldine Bonner ]

＜p＞The time was late August some eleven years ago. The place that part of central California where, on one side, the plain unrolls in golden levels, and on the other swells upward toward the rounded undulations of the foothills. It was very hot; the sky a fathomless blue vault, the land dreaming in the afternoon glare, its brightness blurred here and there by shimmering heat veils. Checkered by green and yellow patches, dotted with the black domes of oaks, it brooded sleepily, showing few signs of life. At long intervals ranch houses rose above embowering foliage, a green core in the midst of fields where the brown earth was striped with lines of fruit trees or hidden under carpets of alfalfa. To the west the foothills rose in indolent curves, tan-colored, as if clothed with a leathern hide. Their hollows were filled with the darkness of trees huddled about hidden streams, ribbons of verdure that wound from the mountains to the plain. Farther still, vision faint, remote and immaculate, the white peaks of the Sierra hung, a painting on the drop curtain of the sky. Across the landscape a parent stem of road wound, branches breaking from it and meandering thread-small to ranch and village. It was white-dusted here, but later would turn red and crawl upward under the resinous dimness of pine woods to where the mining camps clung on the lower wall of the Sierra. Already it had left behind the region of farms in neighborly proximity and the little towns that were threaded along it like beads upon a string. Watching its eastward course, one would have noticed that after it crested the first rise it ran free of habitation for miles. Along its empty length a dust cloud moved, a tarnishing spot on the afternoon's hard brightness. This spot was the one point of energy in the universal torpor. From it came the rhythmic beat of flying hoofs and the jingle of harness. It was the Rocky Bar stage, up from Shilo through Plymouth, across the Mother Lode and then in a steep, straining grade on to Antelope and Rocky Bar, camps nestling in the mountain gorges. It was making time now against the slow climb later, the four horses racing, the reins loose on their backs. There was only one passenger; the others had been dropped at towns along the route. He sat on the front seat beside Jim Bailey the driver, his feet on a pine box and a rifle across his knees. He and Jim Bailey knew each other well, for he had often come that way, always with his box and his rifle. He was Wells Fargo's messenger and his name was Danny Leonard. In the box at his feet were twelve thousand dollars in coin to be delivered that night to the Greenhide Mine at Antelope. With nothing of interest in sight, talk between them was desultory. Jim Bailey thought they'd take on some men at Plymouth when they stopped there to victual up. The messenger, squinting at the swimming yellow distance, yawned and said it might be a good thing, nobody knew when Knapp and Garland would get busy again. They'd failed in the holdup of the Rockville stage last spring and it was about time to hear from themーthe road after you passed Plymouth was pretty lonesome. Jim Bailey snorted contemptuously and spat over the wheelーhe guessed Knapp and Garland weren't liable to bother him. After this the conversation dropped. The stifling heat, the whirling dust clouds broken by whiffs of air, dry as from a kiln and impregnated with the pungent scent of the tarweed, made the men drowsy. Jim Bailey nodded, the reins drawing slack between his fingers. Leonard slipped the rifle from his knees to the floor and relaxed against the back of the seat. Through half-shut lids he watched the whitened crests of the Sierra brushed on the turquoise sky.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Resisting Xavier Trouble In Paradise【電子書籍】[ Surreal Ink ]

＜p＞He was sinfully gorgeous, A dangerous fantasy, a walking orgasm with strings of broken hearts behind him a proof of his heartless nature.＜/p＞ ＜p＞He was everything decadent yet delicious your mom warned you about.＜/p＞ ＜p＞She wanted light.＜/p＞ ＜p＞He wanted her.＜/p＞ ＜p＞After running away from her horrible family, Maya could say she just wanted happiness ever after.＜/p＞ ＜p＞A husband, a picket fence, a dog, and three adorable children.＜/p＞ ＜p＞After she catches her fantasized soulmate cheating on her with her best friend, she is shattered which leaves her deciding to throw caution into the air once and indulge in a mind blowing one night stand.＜/p＞ ＜p＞The night left her sprawled on the bed humiliated, turned on, and intrigued about the hot stranger with the distant cold blue eyes who practically freaked out when he discovered she was a virgin.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Her friend gets her a job as a PA to the CEO of one of the biggest establishments in the country, but turns out Mr. CEO was the hot stranger and what more?＜/p＞ ＜p＞He wants to claim her in every way possible but Maya knows what a picket fence guy material looks like, and her insanely hot brooding boss who she had to remind of his mother's birthday and was made to drop a dozen of roses and a one line note of "let's not make this more than it was," to his numerous one night stands.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Dropboy Series - vol. 3【電子書籍】[ Ricardo Garay ]

＜p＞Dropboy is a series of books where the title character that becomes liquid, gets involved in many adventures. He defends his friends Andy, Takao, Anny and Roa from the fumbling villain Doc Folly, his henchman Roig and the blue bats Frit and Frat. Are many action-packed adventures with a unique message: friendship above all else. In this book, Dropboy has to prevent Roig, Frit, and Frat from sabotaging basketball, cricket and baseball games, all in action-packed adventures.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Resisting Xavier Unforgivable Girl【電子書籍】[ Surreal Ink ]

＜p＞He was sinfully gorgeous, A dangerous fantasy, a walking orgasm with strings of broken hearts behind him a proof of his heartless nature.＜/p＞ ＜p＞He was everything decadent yet delicious your mom warned you about.＜/p＞ ＜p＞She wanted light.＜/p＞ ＜p＞He wanted her.＜/p＞ ＜p＞After running away from her horrible family, Maya could say she just wanted happiness ever after.＜/p＞ ＜p＞A husband, a picket fence, a dog, and three adorable children.＜/p＞ ＜p＞After she catches her fantasized soulmate cheating on her with her best friend, she is shattered which leaves her deciding to throw caution into the air once and indulge in a mind blowing one night stand.＜/p＞ ＜p＞The night left her sprawled on the bed humiliated, turned on, and intrigued about the hot stranger with the distant cold blue eyes who practically freaked out when he discovered she was a virgin.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Her friend gets her a job as a PA to the CEO of one of the biggest establishments in the country, but turns out Mr. CEO was the hot stranger and what more?＜/p＞ ＜p＞He wants to claim her in every way possible but Maya knows what a picket fence guy material looks like, and her insanely hot brooding boss who she had to remind of his mother's birthday and was made to drop a dozen of roses and a one line note of "let's not make this more than it was," to his numerous one night stands.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Yearning to Talk to Heaven Psychic Readings About People, Places & Our Future【電子書籍】[ Ellen McKittrick ]

＜p＞What if it were possible to talk to your loved ones in Heaven?＜br /＞ Kenley is holding a stuffed animal.＜br /＞ Kathy Bear, Leia broke down and cried I looked everywhere for that bear. I put it in her coffin.＜br /＞ What if they could tell you what they are doing now?＜br /＞ I see your Gram sitting in a golf cart laughing and driving crazy.＜br /＞ Ask her if my Uncle is with her.＜br /＞ I see a blue Jay.＜br /＞ Yep, that is my Uncle Jay. He loved to golf.＜br /＞ What is going on in places?＜br /＞ I am in a large room at Waverly Sanatorium.＜br /＞ What do you see in here? the guide asks me.＜br /＞ I see bodies, lots of dead bodies. You can almost smell the dead. I turned＜br /＞ to him and asked, What was in here?＜br /＞ Dead bodies.＜br /＞ Could see what will happen in the future?＜br /＞ The day it happens is a beautiful sunny one. The Earth shifts, Florida and other southern＜br /＞ gulf states drop hundreds of feet to the ocean floor. They die in an instant.＜br /＞ We all have a direct connection to God. Im using mine.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Hartford Blue【電子書籍】[ Jones ]

＜p＞I was pointing my service revolver at him and ordering him to drop the machete but suddenly he charged me, swinging the machete at my head. I fired one shot and saw the bullet make a hole in his shirt and blood start to trickle out. When the gun went off it sounded like a cannon! I couldnt believe how loud it was. The guy never even staggered, he just stood there! The look in his eyes scared the hell out of me! He said now youre dead! as he charged me a second time. I was able to get another round off, which also struck him in the chest, as we both fell to the ground. I was now in an all-out fight for my life and was acting on pure adrenaline. I was in a zone; everything became silent around me and I was focused on one thing only; avoiding the blade of that machete! When we fell I dropped my gun on the ground and we were both struggling to reach for it but before he could grab it his body convulsed and it was over.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Potion Pandemonium【電子書籍】[ Gregor Daniels ]

＜p＞Four friends enter an old, abandoned barn out in the middle of nowhere, and happen across a shelf with dozens of strange liquids in glass jars. According to nearby instructions, the substances are actually transformation potions, and it only takes one sip for the changes to begin. With the side effect of increasing libido, the clothes come off, and ... you can guess what happens next. With only a minimal plot, there will be plenty of time for the four to experience the weird, erotic changes.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Length: 14,400 words＜/p＞ ＜p＞This work of fiction contains adult material and explicit scenes with erotic descriptions. Themes include gender transformations, body mutations, merging, weird transformations, limitless libidos, mind corruption, and other perverted fantasies. For mature audiences only. All characters over 18 years old.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Excerpt:＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Uh, guys? I don't think this is some top-secret candy factory. I think we've stumbled into some dude's hidden science lab, and he's been making some weird stuff."＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Like what?" Tyler asked.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Brittany exhaled deeply. Many of the words were too difficult to make out, damaged from years of sitting on a shelf and having rainwater from the ceiling drop on it, or from the yellowing as a result of heavy smoking. Other pages had rips right down the center, and some pages were just missing completely. Even just handling the instructions had caused minor tears to form in the flimsy paper.＜/p＞ ＜p＞"It's like potions, or something."＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Potions?" the other three repeated. "Like some wizard shit?" Kenny asked.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Brittany nodded. "Yeah. At least, that's what I'm feeling from reading this. It talks about the process that went into making each mixture, what all the ingredients were, how much was made, and the effects of drinking it."＜/p＞ ＜p＞Kenny looked down at the jar still in his hand. "We're supposed to drink this stuff?"＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Well, not we, doofus," Brittany said. "Intended customers or whatever. Like Gary said, we shouldn't even be near this stuff. There's no telling how long it's been sitting here in the dirtiest of storing conditions."＜/p＞ ＜p＞Kenny's eyes were on the blue liquid inside. "What kind of effects?"＜/p＞ ＜p＞Brittany gingerly flipped through the pages again. "Not sure. It's apparently different for each jar, though I can't really make it out. There are charts showing libido, heart rate, blood pressure, and then written paragraphs about ..." She gulped.＜/p＞ ＜p＞"About what?" Tyler asked, now thoroughly interested.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。