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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！】When The Stars Weep【電子書籍】[ Makitia Thompson ]

＜p＞Some nights, the stars cry.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Not with tears you can touch, but with light that pierces the darkness, tracing grief, love, hope, and everything in between. When The Stars Weep is a collection of poems for those who have felt themselves break and who dare to rise again.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Within these pages, you will wander through the quiet ache of loss, the fire of passion, the tangled corridors of self-doubt, and the luminous moments of joy that make life worth every scar. Each poem is a constellation, a fragment of the human heart, a pulse of truth reaching into the deepest, most tender places of the soul.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Split into four immersive sections; It Wasn't What I Wanted, I Only Fear Myself, What Is to Exist?, and It Can't All Be Painful. This collection navigates grief, love, fear, gratitude, and hope, revealing the subtle beauty that emerges when we live fully, even through pain.＜/p＞ ＜p＞When The Stars Weep is for dreamers, heartbreakers, quiet observers, and resilient souls who understand that to break is not to fail. But to open yourself to the light that follows. Let this book sit with you, move you, and remind you that even in darkness, there is grace.＜/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！】True to the Old Flag: A Tale of the American War of Independence【電子書籍】[ George Alfred Henty ]

＜p＞MY DEAR COUSIN: I am leaving next week with my husband for England, where we intend to pass some time visiting his friends. John and I have determined to accept the invitation you gave us last summer for Harold to come and spend a few months with you. His father thinks that a great future will, ere many years, open in the West, and that it is therefore well the boy should learn something of frontier life. For myself, I would rather that he stayed quietly at home, for he is at present over-fond of adventure; but as my husband is meditating selling his estate here and moving West, it is perhaps better for him. Massachusetts is in a ferment, as indeed are all the Eastern States, and the people talk openly of armed resistance against the Government. My husband, being of English birth and having served in the king's army, cannot brook what he calls the rebellious talk which is common among his neighbors, and is already on bad terms with many around us. I myself am, as it were, a neutral. As an American woman, it seems to me that the colonists have been dealt with somewhat hardly by the English Parliament, and that the measures of the latter have been high-handed and arbitrary. Upon the other hand, I naturally incline toward my husband's views. He maintains that, as the king's army has driven out the French, and gives protection to the colony, it is only fair that the colonists should contribute to its expenses. The English ask for no contributions toward the expense of their own country, but demand that, at least, the expenses of the protection of the colony shall not be charged upon the heavily taxed people at home. As to the law that the colony shall trade only with the mother country, my husband says that this is the rule in the colonies of Spain, France, Portugal, and the Netherlands, and that the people here, who can obtain what land they choose and till it without rent, should not grumble at paying this small tax to the mother country. However it be, I fear that troubles will come, and, this place being the head and focus of the party hostile to England, my husband, feeling himself out of accord with all his neighbors, saving a few loyal gentlemen like himself, is thinking much and seriously of selling our estate here and of moving away into the new countries of the West, where he will be free from all the disputation and contentious talk which occupies men's time here. "Indeed, cousin, times have sadly changed since you were staying here with us five years ago. Then our life was a peaceful and quiet one; now there is nothing but wrangling and strife. The dissenting clergy are, as my husband says was the case in England before the great civil war, the fomenters of this discontent. There are many busybodies who pass their time in stirring up the people by violent harangues and seditious writings; therefore everyone takes one side or the other, and there is neither peace nor comfort in life. "Accustomed as I have always been to living in ease and affluence, I dread, somewhat, the thought of a life on the Indian frontier. One has heard so many dreadful stories of Indian fights and massacres that I tremble a little at the prospect; but I do not mention this to John, for as other women are, like yourself, brave enough to support these dangers, I would not appear a coward in his eyes. You will see, cousin, that, as this prospect is before us, it is well that Harold should learn the ways of a frontier life. Moreover, John does not like the thought of leaving him here while we are in England; for, as he says, the boy might learn to become a rebel in his absence; therefore, my dear cousin, we have resolved to send him to you.＜/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 New Frontiers of Freedom, In Barbary, The Last Frontier and Where the Strange Trails Go Down【電子書籍】[ Edward Alexander Powell ]

＜p＞The wander-thirst is like the drug-habit. Once you acquire it you are done for. It will never let you rest. There is no mistaking its symptoms: a hatred of the prosaic, the routine, and the humdrum; an aversion to staying long in one place; an insatiable craving to move on, move onーto see what lies beyond yonder range of hills, around that next bend in the road. It is as persistent as it is insidious. There comes the stage when you think that you are cured of it. You delude yourself into believing that you have had enough of discomforts and privations and that it is high time you settled down and had a home. You weigh the respective merits, as a place of residence, of Long Island and Southern California; you even consult an architect and subscribe to “House and Garden” and “Country Life.” But one day you casually pick up a list of steamer sailings, or stumble on your battered luggage plastered over with foreign labels, or whiff some exotic smell which brings back memories of the hot lands (there is no sense which stimulates the memory like that of smell), or see a vessel outward bound, or idly open a map, whereupon the old craving suddenly grips you like an African fever, and, almost before you realize it, you are on the out-trail once again. The symptoms usually recur with the approach of winter, when the northern days grow short and gloomy, when the shop-windows are filled with fur coats and mufflers and galoshes, when the wind howls mournfully beneath the eaves o’ nights. But the attacks which are hardest to resist come in the early spring, when the snow has disappeared, and the smell of fresh earth is in the air, and the country-side is already green in spots. That is the time when it is most difficult to control one’s restless feet. For a quarter of a century the urge of spring had perennially sent me packing to the Far Places. But when I came up from Equatoria, after a year spent beneath the shadow of the Line, I said to myself that I was through with wandering as a vocationーthat I was going back to my own country and my own people and on an elm-shaded street in some tranquil community buy me a long, low, rambling houseーa white house with broad, hospitable porches and green blinds. I had carefully planned it all out on the long African marches or during sleepless nights beneath the Southern Cross. I would join the local golf-club, and amuse myself with my horses and my dogs and my books, and keep my house filled with friends over the week-ends, and even go into politics in a mild way, perhaps. In fact, I proposed to do all the sensible, prosaic things for which I had never had the time before. But, before sailing for America to put these laudable resolutions into effect, I met at a Paris dinner-table the gentleman who was at that time charged with the conduct of France’s colonial affairs. We had much in common, it developed, for he too had been on those distant seaboards of the world where the Gallic empire-builders are creating a new and greater France. Lingering over the coffee and cigars we talked shopーthe future of Indo-China, Madagascar’s need of harbors, Miquelon and its fisheries, the Syrian mandate, the control of sleeping-sickness in the Congo, cotton-growing in the country round Lake Tchad. “Why don’t you round out your survey of our possessions,” the minister suggested, “by taking a look at what we’ve accomplished in North Africa?” “The North African tour?” I asked, laughing. “Algiers, Constantine, and Tunis, with a side-trip to the Garden of Allah? Thank you, no. After what I’ve seen I’m afraid that I’d find that sort of thing pretty tame. Besides, I’ve already been to North Africa any number of times. I once spent a winter in Tunisia, and Algeria and I was in Morocco back in the bad old days when unsuccessful pretenders to the Shereefian throne were carried about the country in iron cages lashed to the backs of camels.”＜/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！】Her Evil Genius: Within Love's Call, the Girl He Loved, Saved From Herself【電子書籍】[ Adelaide Stirling ]

＜p＞The summer holidays had begun and the great convent school was deserted, all its pupils gone but two, who were in the alcove belonging to the elder of them, and, as if that breakage of rule were not enough, were seated on the small white bed which was counted a crime to rumple. The elder girl was eighteen, and after to-day convent rules would concern her no more, for that very afternoon she was going out into “the world” to earn her own living as a governess. She was wild with excitement, and would have been enraptured with the foretaste of liberty had it not been for the child who clung to her, sick and exhausted with stormy crying. She looked down on her pityingly, and the reverend mother could have told you Andria Heathcote was not given to compassion. Her red-brown hair grew too strongly on her forehead for that; her full rose lips were too heavy. Yet something in the very strangeness of the girl who clutched her had caught at her hard young heart. For Beryl Corselas was only a child, and young for her years at that. It seemed to Andria that the sins of eleven years old were too seriously taken when they were considered crimes, and yet her goblin ways were enough to provoke a saintーor Sister Felicitas! “Beryl, look here,” repeated Andria; “don’t cry any more. I’ll write to you. I’m not going very far away.” The child lifted her face from the girl’s shoulder. It was a curious face, with something almost vacant about it, yet what the lack was no one could quite say. She had extraordinary eyes, strangely and uncannily beautiful, so light a brown as to be almost yellow, tawny golden under the heavy eyelashes, that were black as ink. The warm whiteness of her cheeks was blurred with crying, paled with real despair, and the startling crimson of the childish lips had been hard bitten to check the sobs that might be heard. She pushed away the long cloud of straight hair that was not black nor brown, but dusky, a cloud of darkness with no color to be named, from her face, and spoke with sullen, unchildlike contempt. “You won’t write!” Her eyes were like burned-out coals. “You’ll mean to, but you won’t. You’re always trying to save other people’s feelings outside, but inside you never care. You’ll forget!” “I’ll try not to,” said Andria, with a sudden pang. Was she really what Beryl said? Did her hatred of giving pain really make her more cruel in the end? She kissed the wet cheek. “If I do forget, if I am like that, will you promise me something? Remember that I don’t mean to forget, and that I don’t, really. Think to yourself it’s just my way, and that some day you’ll see me again. Will you try, Beryl?” “It’s no use my trying anything without youーin the house with Sister Felicitas!” “Keep out of her way, then! Why are you always getting into her black books?” “Because she hates me. I’m never myself with her.” “You are with Mother Benedicta!” “I might as well be comfortable with the statue in the chapel! I see about as much of her.” She clung suddenly to the arm that enwrapped her. “Oh, it’s you I wantーyou!” she gasped. “If I’m going to be good it will be for you. Who else do I like? Just you and animalsーand I haven’t any of them except my rabbits. And I hate, hate, hate Sister Felicitas!” A shadow, tall, slight, and angular, fell on them. Andria looked up with a start, since convent tradition was still strong in her, and she was breaking rules openly. Sister Felicitas stood in the doorway, black against the sunlit passage. “You’ve no right to be here, Beryl Corselas,” her voice seemed to float out into the shaded whiteness of the alcove, calm and cool as frost. “Go away and do your weeding. Your garden is not a pretty sight.” Andria felt the quick shudder in the child’s body. “Please, sister,” she said, “let me stay. Andria is going away.” “I have nothing to do with that. But while I am in charge of the kitchen-garden you must do your share there.＜/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！】A Woman's Journey Round the World From Vienna to Brazil, Chili, Tahiti, China, Hindostan, Persia and Asia Minor【電子書籍】[ Ida Pfeiffer ]

＜p＞On the first of May, 1846, I left Vienna, and, with the exception of slight stoppages at Prague, Dresden, and Leipsic, proceeded directly to Hamburgh, there to embark for the Brazils. In Prague I had the pleasure of meeting Count Berchthold, who had accompanied me during a portion of my journey in the East. He informed me that he should like to be my companion in the voyage to the Brazils, and I promised to wait for him in Hamburgh. I had a second most interesting meeting on the steamer from Prague to Dresden, namely, with the widow of Professor Mikan. In the year 1817, this lady had, on the occasion of the marriage of the Austrian Princess Leopaldine with Don Pedro I., followed her husband to the Brazils, and afterwards made with him a scientific journey into the interior of the country. I had often heard this lady’s name mentioned, and my joy at making her personal acquaintance was very great. In the kindest and most amiable manner she communicated to me the results of her long experience, and added advice and rules of conduct, which proved afterwards highly useful. I arrived in Hamburgh on the 12th of May; and, as early as the 13th, might have embarked on board a fine fast-sailing brig, which, besides, was christened the “Ida,” like myself. With a heavy heart I saw this fine vessel set sail. I was obliged to remain behind, as I had promised my travelling companion to await his arrival. Week after week elapsed, with nothing but the fact of my staying with my relatives to lighten the dreariness of suspense; at last, about the middle of June, the Count came, and shortly afterwards we found a vesselーa Danish brig, the “Caroline,” Captain Bock, bound for Rio Janeiro. I had now before me a long voyage, which could not be made under two months at the least, and which, possibly, might last three or four. Luckily I had already lived for a considerable period on board sailing vessels during my former travels, and was therefore acquainted with their arrangements, which are very different from those of steamers. On board a steamer everything is agreeable and luxurious; the vessel pursues her rapid course independent of the wind, and the passengers enjoy good and fresh provisions, spacious cabins, and excellent society. In sailing vessels all this is very different, as, with the exception of the large East Indiamen, they are not fitted up for passengers. In them the cargo is looked upon as the principal thing, and in the eyes of the crew passengers are a troublesome addition, whose comfort is generally very little studied. The captain is the only person who takes any interest in them, since a third or even the half of the passage-money falls to his share. The space, too, is so confined, that you can hardly turn yourself round in the sleeping cabins, while it is quite impossible to stand upright in the berths. Besides this, the motion of a sailing vessel is much stronger than that of a steamer; on the latter, however, many affirm that the eternal vibration, and the disagreeable odour of the oil and coals, are totally insupportable. For my own part, I never found this to be the case; it certainly is unpleasant, but much easier to bear than the many inconveniences always existing on board a sailing vessel. The passenger is there a complete slave to every whim or caprice of the captain, who is an absolute sovereign and holds uncontrolled sway over everything. Even the food depends upon his generosity, and although it is generally not absolutely bad, in the best instances, it is not equal to that on board a steamer. The following form the ordinary diet: tea and coffee without milk, bacon and junk, soup made with pease or cabbage, potatoes, hard dumplings, salted cod, and ship-biscuit. On rare occasions, ham, eggs, fish, pancakes, or even skinny fowls, are served out. It is very seldom, in small ships, that bread can be procured.＜/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！】Skywriting A Life Out of the Blue【電子書籍】[ Jane Pauley ]

＜p＞“Truth arrives in microscopic increments, and when enough has accumulated?in a moment of recognition, you just know. You know because the truth fits. I was the only member of my family to lack the gene for numbers, but I do need things to add up. Approaching midlife, I became aware of a darkening feeling?was it something heavy on my heart, or was something missing? Grateful as I am for the opportunities I’ve had, and especially for the people who came into my life as a result, I couldn’t ignore this feeling. I had the impulse to begin a conversation with myself, through writing, as if to see if my fingers could get to the bottom of it. It was a Saturday morning eight or ten years ago when I began following this impulse to find the answers to unformed questions. Skywriting is what I call my personal process of discovery.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞And so begins this beautiful and surprising memoir, in which beloved broadcast journalist Jane Pauley tells a remarkable story of self-discovery and an extraordinary life, from her childhood in the American heartland to her three decades in television.＜br /＞ Encompassing her beginnings at the local Indianapolis station and her bright debut?at age twenty-five on NBC’s ＜em＞Today＜/em＞ and later on ＜em＞Dateline＜/em＞?Pauley forthrightly delves into the ups and downs of a fantastic career. But there is much more to Jane Pauley than just the famous face on TVs. In this memoir, she reveals herself to be a brilliant woman with singular insights. She explores her roots growing up in Indiana and discusses the resiliency of the American family, and addresses with humor and depth a subject very close to her heart: discovering yourself and redefining your strengths at midlife. Striking, moving, candid, and unique, ＜em＞Skywriting＜/em＞ explores firsthand the difficulty and the rewards of self-reinvention.＜/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！】30 Things I Love About Myself【電子書籍】[ Radhika Sanghani ]

＜p＞＜strong＞When Nina Mistry's life hits rock bottom, she decides to change her stars by falling in love...with herselfーa hilarious, heartfelt story from outrageously funny novelist Radhika Sanghani.＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Nina didn't plan to spend her thirtieth birthday in jail, yet here she is in her pajamas, locked in a holding cell. There's no Wi-Fi, no wine, no carbsーand no one to celebrate with.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Unfortunately, it gives Nina plenty of time to reflect on how screwed up her life is. She's just broken up with her fianc?, and now has to move back into her childhood home to live with her depressed older brother and their uptight, traditional Indian mother. Her career as a freelance journalist isn’t going in the direction she wants, and all her friends are too busy being successful to hang out with her.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Just as Nina falls into despair, a book lands in her cell: ＜em＞How to Fix Your Shitty Life by Loving Yourself＜/em＞. It must be destiny. With literally nothing left to lose, Nina makes a life-changing decision to embark on a self-love journey. By her next birthday, she's going to find thirty things she loves about herself.＜/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！】I'm Mostly Here to Enjoy Myself One Woman's Pursuit of Pleasure in Paris【電子書籍】[ Glynnis MacNicol ]

＜p＞**“A delight, the literary equivalent of a long catch-up with a brilliant friend.” ＜em＞ーNew York Times＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞“One of the most talked-about books of the year.” ーGayle King＜/p＞ ＜p＞When you’re a woman of a ＜em＞certain age＜/em＞, you are only promised that everything will get worse. But what if everything you’ve been told is a lie?**＜/p＞ ＜p＞Come to Paris, August 2021, when the City of Lights was still empty of tourists and a thirst for long-overdue pleasure gripped those who wandered its streets.＜/p＞ ＜p＞After New York City emptied out in March 2020, Glynnis MacNicol, aged forty-six, unmarried with no children, spent sixteen months alone in her tiny Manhattan apartment. The isolation was punishing. A year without touch. Women are warned of invisibility as they age, but this was an extreme loneliness no one can prepare you for. When the opportunity to sublet a friend’s apartment in Paris arose, MacNicol jumped on it. Leaving felt less like a risk than a necessity.＜/p＞ ＜p＞What follows is a decadent, joyful, unexpected journey into one woman’s pursuit of radical enjoyment.＜/p＞ ＜p＞The weeks in Paris are filled with friendship and food and sex. There is dancing on the Seine; a plethora of gooey cheese; midnight bike rides through empty Paris; handsome men; afternoons wandering through the empty Louvre; nighttime swimming in the ocean off a French island. And yes, plenty of nudity.＜/p＞ ＜p＞In the spirit of Nora Ephron and Deborah Levy (think Colette . . . if she’d had access to dating apps), ＜em＞I’m Mostly Here to Enjoy Myself＜/em＞ is an intimate, insightful, powerful, and endlessly pleasurable memoir of an intensely lived experience whose meaning and insight expand far beyond the personal narrative. MacNicol is determined to document the beauty, excess, and triumph of a life that does not require permission.＜/p＞ ＜p＞The pursuit of enjoyment is a political act, both a right and a responsibility. Enjoying yourselfーas you areーis not something the world tells you is possible, but it is.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Here’s the proof.＜/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！】Master of Me The Secret to Controlling Your Narrative【電子書籍】[ Keke Palmer ]

＜p＞＜strong＞INSTANT ＜em＞NEW YORK TIMES＜/em＞ BESTSELLER＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞From the award-winning, multihyphenate global entertainer Keke Palmer comes the inspiring true story of her journey to understanding her genuine value.＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Keke Palmer thought she knew who she was. What it means to be a good person and what it takes to be a success. It all seemed so simple, until she realized the challenges she would have to face to prove to herself who she wanted to be. From feeling alienated to having to restart her career after ten years in to becoming a single mother just months after her son was bornーeverything she worked for in life that she felt granted her what she wanted now also reminded her that “life is going to life” and throw curveballs regardless of what you deserve. She found herself asking, ＜em＞Where do I find my power? How do I master myself?＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞In her own raw and intimate words, Keke talks about everything from her struggles with boundaries to unconditional love, forgiveness, and worthiness. “Don’t block your blessings and potential opportunities by allowing the voices of other people to influence your actions,” she says. “How you’re choosing to set yourself up for success is between you and the person looking back at you in the mirror.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞Throughout the book, Keke also poses readers with the questions needed to get them through their own challenging times by sharing personal stories and lessons she’s learned along the way. She gets candid about the tools she’s developed to take the reins, harness her vulnerability, and recognize ownership in the narrative of her lifeーwhich allowed her to turn personal power into major power.＜/p＞ ＜p＞In this exhilarating, deeply poignant, and often laugh-out-loud book, Lauren Keyana Palmer gets real about life, work, love, and belief. These pages will encourage readers to empower themselves with the truth, leverage their currency, and find the keys to master themselves and the art of alchemy. Keke writes, “You are not on anyone else’s timeline, only your own.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞The result is a tour de force.＜/p＞ ＜p＞They said, “Jack of all Trades, Master of None.”＜br /＞ She said, “No, I am the Master. Of 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！】Becoming Tara How I Found Myself and Stepped Into My Greatness【電子書籍】[ Tara Davis ]

＜p＞＜strong＞How do you let go of everything you've labeled yourself as, or identified yourself as, to become you?＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞In a world where a million distractions often overshadow the essence of self, Tara Davis takes readers on an inward journey of awakening. As a dedicated people pleaser, Tara always put everyone's needs before her own until denying herself was no longer an option.＜/p＞ ＜p＞When Tara decided to step away from her business and explore the uncharted territories of her soul, she uncovered a labyrinth of emotions hidden beneath the surface-shame, guilt, and the haunting echoes of abuse. Instead of turning away from these painful truths, Tara chose to confront them head-on, diving deep into the darkness to unearth her light within.＜/p＞ ＜p＞In this courageous memoir, Tara shares her profound journey of self-discovery and healing. Through the raw and unfiltered exploration of her wounds, she finds a path to reclamation, one that ultimately allows her to step into her true purpose. With vulnerability as her compass, Tara emerged from the shadows, transformed and ready to embrace a life of authenticity and service.＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞Becoming Tara＜/em＞ is a compelling narrative of resilience, reclamation, and the unwavering human spirit. It reminds us that, oftentimes, by confronting our deepest pain and shame, we can discover our greatest purpose and awaken to who we are meant to be.＜/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！】Welcome to Hollyhock Farm The start of an uplifting romantic series from Georgina Troy【電子書籍】[ Georgina Troy ]

＜h2＞'A wonderfully warm and sweet summer read' ＜em＞Karen Clarke＜/em＞＜/h2＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞One summer can change everything...＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞When Lettie’s parents call her and her brother back to Hollyhock Farm on the island of Jersey, the last thing they expect to be told is that their childhood home is up for sale.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Back on the island, with its rolling hills and golden sands, Lettie immediately remembers what it feels like to breathe in the fresh air in the green fields, and be part of this tight-knit community ? a far cry from the life of events and high fashion she leads in London.＜/p＞ ＜p＞But she surprises even herself when she suggests that she instead could take over Hollyhock farm. Humouring her, her father agrees to give her a three month trial, and Lettie is determined to prove she’s up to the task.＜/p＞ ＜p＞But the summer season is no easy feat for a new farmer, and Lettie has a huge task ahead of her. And when an old flame reappears in the form of dashing local vet Brodie, Lettie’s summer is about to get even more complicated…＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Set sail for the idyllic island of Jersey in this gorgeous new romance, perfect for fans of Rachael Lucas and Phillipa Ashley.＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Readers love Georgina Troy's books:＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞'I thoroughly enjoyed spending time in this charming, evocative story. It's a perfect book to enjoy by the pool, in the sunshine, with a glass of Prosecco!' ＜em＞Kirsty Greenwood＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘A lovely feel good factor book by Georgina Troy. I have read quite a few of her books and I have thoroughly enjoyed each one, and I have to say that this book didn’t disappoint me’ ＜em＞????? Reader Review＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘Another wonderful Author whose writing is funny, captivating and engaging. I really enjoyed immersing myself into this beautiful romance novel’ ＜em＞????? Reader Review＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘I really enjoyed my time on Jersey and at Hollyhock Farm’ ＜em＞????? Reader Review＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘Overall an absolutely perfect light hearted, stunning unputdownable page turner that will sweep you off your feet and land you in Jersey’ ＜em＞????? Reader Review＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘If you’re looking for somewhere scenic to escape, then I definitely recommend ＜em＞Welcome to Hollyhock Farm＜/em＞ by Georgina Troy, it had everything I wanted for that perfect weekend, just grab a brew, park yourself and fall into some great writing’ ＜em＞????? Reader Review＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘Hollyhock Farm is an utterly charming backdrop with a load of fun characters I wouldn't mind visiting again’ ＜em＞????? Reader Review＜/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！】Love Blooms at Hollyhock Farm An idyllic, beautifully uplifting story by Georgina Troy【電子書籍】[ Georgina Troy ]

＜h2＞Set sail for the idyllic island of Jersey in this gorgeous new romance, perfect for fans of Rachael Lucas and Phillipa Ashley! ??＜/h2＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Spring has sprungーand so have sparks at Hollyhock Farm!＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞After an amazing year looking after Hollyhock Farm, on the beautiful island of Jersey, pregnant Lettie needs to step back from farming. The problem is, with her family overseas, there’s no one to take over.＜/p＞ ＜p＞But then help comes from two places at once. Handsome fire-fighter Joe needs to escape his small home since his mother and her new husband came to stay; he offers to help run the farm in exchange for board in one of the spare rooms. Then, adventurous newcomer Skye takes the other room, excited to try her hand at farming in such an amazing place.＜/p＞ ＜p＞But managing the farm together may be more than either of them bargained for, especially as each of them drives the other crazy, in more ways than one. Will the tension get too much for Joe and Skye, or could love bloom with the Jersey flowers this spring?＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Readers LOVE Georgina Troy's books:＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞'A gorgeous beachside setting, divine ice-cream sundaes, and a scorching summer love story - this book has it all!' ＜em＞Christina Jones＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞'I thoroughly enjoyed spending time in this charming, evocative story. It's a perfect book to enjoy by the pool, in the sunshine, with a glass of Prosecco!' ＜em＞Kirsty Greenwood＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞'A wonderfully warm and sweet summer read' ＜em＞Karen Clarke＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘A lovely feel good factor book by Georgina Troy. I have read quite a few of her books and I have thoroughly enjoyed each one, and I have to say that this book didn’t disappoint me.’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘Another wonderful Author whose writing is funny, captivating and engaging. I really enjoyed immersing myself into this beautiful romance novel,’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘I really enjoyed my time on Jersey and at Hollyhock Farm.’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘I thoroughly enjoyed this initial book; the characters are incredibly relatable ? even one of vet Brodie’s patients shares the same name as my first cat, Smudge, when I left home! Eagerly anticipating the next installment!’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘Overall an absolutely perfect light hearted, stunning unputdownable page turner that will sweep you off your feet and land you in Jersey.’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘Welcome to Hollyhock Farm is a modern romance set on the beautiful island of Jersey. The writing brings out a lot of detail about the characters and the place but without being over descriptive.’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘If you’re looking for somewhere scenic to escape, then I definitely recommend Welcome to Hollyhock Farm by Georgina Troy, it had everything I wanted for that perfect weekend, just grab a brew, park yourself and fall into some great writing.’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘In short, I thoroughly enjoyed reading 'Welcome To Hollyhock Farm' and I wholeheartedly recommend it to other readers. I will certainly be reading more of Georgina's work in the future.’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘Yet another wonderful book by Georgina. With loveable characters and beautiful narratives making it a heart warming spring read. Great setting too, on Jersey.’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘Hollyhock Farm is an utterly charming backdrop with a load of fun characters I wouldn't mind visiting again.’ ?????＜/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！】Second Chances at Hollyhock Farm An uplifting romance from Georgina Troy【電子書籍】[ Georgina Troy ]

＜h2＞The next instalment in Georgina Troy's uplifting Hollyhock Farm series＜/h2＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Festival season has come to Hollyhock Farm…＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Since his sister Lettie took over their parents' farm on the beautiful island of Jersey at the start of the year, Zac Torel's life has changed completely. Zac loves Hollyhock Farm, and he's determined to help Lettie succeed, but when their insurance company refuses to pay for the restoration of one of their barns in time for winter, the clock is ticking for the Torels to raise the money themselves.＜/p＞ ＜p＞The siblings decide to host a wellness festival, but with the summer already well underway, they've got their work cut out to get everything ready before the season ends. Lettie recruits the help of Melody, a yoga teacher from Edinburgh. New to the island, Melody is determined to shake things up and make a success of Lettie’s festival.＜/p＞ ＜p＞But Melody has come to Jersey with more baggage than her small backpack implies. And as her friendship with Zac grows, will her past catch up with her?＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Readers LOVE Georgina Troy's books:＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞'A gorgeous beachside setting, divine ice-cream sundaes, and a scorching summer love story - this book has it all!' ＜strong＞Christina Jones＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞'I thoroughly enjoyed spending time in this charming, evocative story. It's a perfect book to enjoy by the pool, in the sunshine, with a glass of Prosecco!' ＜strong＞Kirsty Greenwood＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞'A wonderfully warm and sweet summer read' ＜strong＞Karen Clarke＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘＜strong＞A lovely feel good factor book by Georgina Troy.＜/strong＞ I have read quite a few of her books and I have thoroughly enjoyed each one, and I have to say that this book didn’t disappoint me.’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘＜strong＞Another wonderful Author whose writing is funny, captivating and engaging.＜/strong＞ I really enjoyed immersing myself into this beautiful romance novel,’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘I really enjoyed my time on Jersey and at Hollyhock Farm.’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘＜strong＞I thoroughly enjoyed this initial book;＜/strong＞ the characters are incredibly relatable ? even one of vet Brodie’s patients shares the same name as my first cat, Smudge, when I left home! Eagerly anticipating the next installment!’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘Overall an absolutely perfect light hearted, ＜strong＞stunning unputdownable page turner that will sweep you off your feet and land you in Jersey.＜/strong＞’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘Welcome to Hollyhock Farm is a modern romance set on the beautiful island of Jersey. The writing brings out a lot of detail about the characters and the place but without being over descriptive.’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘If you’re looking for somewhere scenic to escape, then I definitely recommend Welcome to Hollyhock Farm by Georgina Troy, ＜strong＞it had everything I wanted for that perfect weekend, just grab a brew, park yourself and fall into some great writing.＜/strong＞’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘In short, I thoroughly enjoyed reading 'Welcome To Hollyhock Farm' and ＜strong＞I wholeheartedly recommend it to other readers.＜/strong＞ I will certainly be reading more of Georgina's work in the future.’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘Yet another wonderful book by Georgina. ＜strong＞With loveable characters and beautiful narratives making it a heart warming spring read.＜/strong＞ Great setting too, on Jersey.’ ?????＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘Hollyhock Farm is an ＜strong＞utterly charming＜/strong＞ backdrop with a load of fun characters I wouldn't mind visiting again.’ ?????＜/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！】Owen A strangers to lovers, unforgettable, steamy romance from VH Nicolson【電子書籍】[ VH Nicolson ]

＜h2＞A runaway groom strangers to lovers unforgettable steamy romance from VH Nicolson. Perfect for fans of Ana Huang, Catharina Maura and Meghan Quinn＜/h2＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Don’t play the game, change it…＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞I was born into privilege. I had it all; the house, the car, more money than I knew what to do with. But it came at a price. Duty. An arranged marriage for the sake of the family empire to a woman who couldn’t bear to look at me. As I stood at the altar, the weight of that burden became too much. So, I did the only thing I could. I ran.＜/p＞ ＜p＞To another country and unintentionally straight into the arms of another woman. Jade is strong, independent, and a single mom. And brick by broken brick she dismantles the wall I’ve built up around my heart. But where once I had everything, now I have nothing. No home, no job and no idea what the future holds. All I do know is, Jade makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before.＜/p＞ ＜p＞But there is always the risk my past could catch up with me. Because the weight of my family’s expectation is likely to cause me to crash land and send my world up in flames. Can I save myself and Jade before that happens?＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Praise for VH Nicolson:＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞‘VH Nicolson’s characters will touch your heart and her storytelling will always leave you wanting more.’ ＜em＞＜strong＞Sadie Kincaid＜/strong＞＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞"A fan-yourself billionaire romance you'll think about long after the last page." ＜em＞＜strong＞Elle Nicoll＜/strong＞＜/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！】Growing Pains【電子書籍】[ Sarah Taylor-Malo ]

＜p＞Have you ever looked at your life one day and thought, "How did I get here?" Maybe you don't recognize yourself or the life you're living. You thought by this age or this time you'd be somewhere else. But here you are, and you have so many questions. For me, that time was during the end of my twenties when I was quickly approaching thirty and incessantly criticizing my life. I was swept up by a plaguing anxiety disorder, terrified of what would come of the immigration process I was going through with the love of my life, and unsure of a direction for myself. I had hit the high notes earlier on in my twenties, and then came what I thought of as a steady decline. I was lost and confused by all the checks I hadn't been able to scratch off the list of expectation I was so stuck on. But eventually, after years of torturing myself and going through a lot of growing pains, I started picking up the pieces of my life that had fallen apart and I was able to find and own myself.＜/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！】Does My Wall Have A Window? Living a Hellish Nightmare with Undiagnosed Bipolar Disorder【電子書籍】[ Rev. Dr. Wayne Driver, CD., PhD ]

＜p＞One man's 'normal' may be another man's 'nighmare'. As if living with abusive parents wasn't bad enough, I was a sickly child who was bullied in the neighbourhood and at school while living a hellish nightmare with undiagnosed bipolar disorder. If you know anything about this disease, you know the rollercoaster ride it can take a person on. Now, picture that person on the same rollercoaster ride without medication, without therapy, without guidance or direction and without the understanding of his family, friends, employers, and co-workers. To be honest, there are many times when I thought that I was going crazy. Does My Wall Have a Window explains the multi-facets of the disorder, how you may know if you are a fellow sufferer, how to help yourself and others. You'll also be given a glipse into my life as I unfold my hellish nightmare from the age of 5 on through to 59, and how I conducted myself through the years the best I could with actions I thought were 'normal', but congruent with the disorder and how the 'experts' in their field wouldn't listen to my dilema to think outside the box. This autobiography is educational, humorous, somewhat of an eyeopener, and hopefully helpful all at the same time. Perhaps you know someone suffering from bipolar disorder and wonder if their living a 'hellish nightmare' as well? I can assure you, they are and this might give you some insight as to how you can aide them in their torment.＜/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！】Billionaire's Reluctant Hotwife (Book 1 of "Billionaire's Ravished Hotwife")【電子書籍】[ Thomas Roberts ]

＜p＞When Tania’s first husband tried to coerce her into being a hotwife, she wanted nothing to do with the lifestyle. But over time, the idea of being roughly taken by sexy well-hung black men began to intrigue her. When she mentioned it to her new husband, he was enthralled. Now Tania’s about to get more than she bargained for when her devious ex-husband promises her to a vicious outlaw gang!＜/p＞ ＜p＞~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞ ＜p＞Tania was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress. The top of her breasts and her deep cleavage were visible. My wife looked at William’s back before pulling her dress up and flashing me＜/p＞ ＜p＞William noticed my attention was no longer on him, and as she entered the room, he looked at my wife as if she belonged to him alone. As she walked, her eyes never left his. Tania seemed to be glowing from the inside as William checked out every inch of her, not once seeming to be impressed.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Well, how do I look?” she asked him.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Without looking at me, he answered, “You’ll look better when we get that dress off you.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞My wife laughed just a little too loud, “You think you’re going to get me naked, do ya?”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“No,” he said. “I think you’re going to get naked before the night is over.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞His overwhelming sense of entitlement was amazing to me. He was talking to my wife, right in front of me, telling her she’d be stripping for him before the night was over. I almost choked on my drink, the gall of the man. As I started to speak, Tania cut me off.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“We’ll see, maybe if you’re really as good as you think you are.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Bye, honey. We’ll see you later,” Tania said before kissing me on the cheek and whispering, “You’d better make up a guest room just in case. Remember, no playing with yourself.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞Words failed me. I tried to at least say ‘goodbye,’ but my mouth was too dry. I watched in dumb silence as my wife left the house on the arm of another man. Not just any man, a man I didn’t like and with whom she intended to sleep.＜/p＞ ＜p＞We’d been playing around with the idea of Tania allowing herself to be enjoyed by another man, but now that it was actually about to happen, I was struggling with the reality. The last time Tania and William had gone out together, I had been confident my wife wouldn’t fool around with him that night. Now, I knew she intended to do just that.＜/p＞ ＜p＞I did all the things husbands do, I suppose. I wandered the house and made up the room next to ours. I even unlocked the connecting door so I could peek in if I wanted to. The view would be good, I’d be able to see our bed from the bottom, looking toward the headboard.＜/p＞ ＜p＞I made myself something to eat, then couldn’t get it down. I had a drink or three, maybe four, but my mouth was still too dry to eat. Television and books held no interestーall I could think about was my wife in William’s arms.＜/p＞ ＜p＞The man was insufferable. What if I changed my mind? What if I sent a text to Tania and told her I didn’t want her to do it?＜/p＞ ＜p＞I even prepared the text, but I couldn’t press ‘send.’ I put my phone down and looked at the text I’d written for a long time. I reread it and corrected the wording. I had it just right. I was calling off the whole deal. I wanted her to come home, alone, to me.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Then I deleted the text and poured myself another drink before laying down on the bed in the guest room I’d prepared.＜/p＞ ＜p＞When I woke, the room was dark, and I could hear faint noises from next door. I couldn’t make out any words, just a giggly female and a low-pitched male. As I crept toward the connecting door the voices stopped, and I froze, afraid I’d been discovered. A beat or two later I took a chance and put my ear to the door.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“William!” It was Tania. She wasn’t giggling now, she sounded breathless. I silently cracked the door open.＜/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 First Four Cases (Book 0 of "Tracie Dumas, Bounty Hunter")【電子書籍】[ Anji Philips ]

＜p＞Crime might not pay, but for Tracie, criminals pay the billsーif she can catch them. This is an anthology of the first four erotic, darkly noir, and sometimes romantic cases of Tracie Dumas, the world’s sexiest bounty hunter. This collection includes: A SMALL TATTOO, DISAPPEARING ACT, WORKING ROUGH STREETS, and A STRANGE WEEK.＜/p＞ ＜p＞~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞ ＜p＞It was my first time in the bar and I didn't know anything about Alice or Johnny when I walked in. If I'd been after them, I'd have known everything, but I was there following a lead. An informant had told me, for his usual fee, he'd seen someone who looked like the woman I was trying to track down tending bar there. He'd talked with her. It was an unlikely story, but I believed him because he admitted that he'd hit on her and struck out. And I had no other leads.＜/p＞ ＜p＞"The girl's a sexy platinum blonde," he'd told me. "Sharp tongue, though."＜/p＞ ＜p＞"I'm not asking you to sell her to me," I told him. "I just need to be able to recognize her, the way she looks now."＜/p＞ ＜p＞I wanted a better description, but he was the kind of guy that didn't see much more than a girl's body, and even more so when the girl turned him down. That left me with a name, Suzy, probably fake, and the address of the bar. I hoped the name Suzy was fake. The girl I was looking for was named Charlotte. Charlotte Mostra, to be complete.＜/p＞ ＜p＞In my line of work, I don't often find myself looking for women. Mostly it's men. That probably sounds weird, but keep in mind I'm talking about my work. On my own time I like guys and hot sex. But when I'm working, I'm a bounty hunter. And women don't seem to skip bail as often as men or get in the kind of trouble that someone bothers to put up a reward for them. Missing persons stuff, sure, but Charlotte had her own wanted poster and in my experience that was rare.＜/p＞ ＜p＞I'm good at my work. I think women have an advantage in this trade because it doesn't matter if they attract attention. It can even help. When a strange woman comes into a bar or club the first thought in their minds is not that they were followed. It helps even more than I don't look threatening. At five two and around 105, the menace factor doesn't enter into things. And I try to look good as that gets men thinking about me without wondering what I might do for a living. I'd lie about it anyway. People get turned off when they learn you're a bounty hunter. It sounds sleazy. Maybe it is. But it pays the bills most of the time and gives me a rush.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Normally my prey are men. They've skipped out on child support or jumped bail, that sort of thing. Tracking a woman was a different kind of challenge. You have to think differently when you put yourself in the high heels of a female fugitive. But as with anyone on the run, the best place to start was with why they were running.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Now this Charlotte had lots of reasons for running. Several hundred thousand, dull green reasons, as a matter of fact. She'd been the driver during an armored car robbery. The guys with the guns knocked it over and put the money in the getaway car. Before they knew what was happening, the lovely Charlotte drove away, leaving the others standing in the road.＜/p＞ ＜p＞So, the police, the insurance company, and two of her fellow crooks who hadn't been caught, all had an interest in learning the whereabouts of Charlotte and the lucrative proceeds of the crime. The insurance company put up a nice bounty for her and a second one for the loot. Seeing that I collected those bounties was my priority.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Charlotte was smart. The cops I talked to thought she might even have been the brains for the operation, that she'd set it up from the beginning to skip out with the money leaving the others as a distraction for the law. After all, they had guns, and she didn't. But she did have the moneyーevery last penny of it.＜/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！】Daniella's Due Diligence: The Officer Is No Gentleman【電子書籍】[ Daniella Cerveny ]

＜p＞Citation. Discipline. Justice. Daniella Cerveny’s driving infractions have finally caught up with her in the form of Home Arrest and Disciplining expert, Officer Thomas. Already a sucker for a man in uniform, on receiving an email spelling out his intentions, Daniella prepares herself for the most exciting night of her life. Does the arresting officer administer discipline, justice and a night to remember? Discover the truth for yourself in this candid confession.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Dear Mrs Cerveny… This notice is to inform you that the State of xxxx and the County of xxxx are pursuing charges against you as a result of your recent driving infractions. A new 2014 State law has been passed to target motor vehicle driving offenders that have multiple driving offenses within 6 months. The State has deemed that multiple infractions by a motor vehicle operator during a 6 month time frame are a liability to others, as well as, a liability to the operator of the vehicle. Listed below are your infractions:＜/p＞ ＜p＞? On Saturday, Jan 18, 2014 at 12:47 p.m., you were observed failing to stop for a red stop-light. I, myself, Officer Thomas cited you and filed a report detailing this infraction.＜/p＞ ＜p＞? On Saturday, Jan 18, 2014 at 3:36 p.m., you were observed speeding utilizing our latest technology of "MPH cameras", which show you going 45MPH in a 25MPH zone on Main Street near our headquarters.＜/p＞ ＜p＞? On Saturday, Jan 18, 2014 at approximately 3:51 p.m., you were observed holding, talking, and texting a cell phone while operating your vehicle in the vicinity of Town Square Mall on Third Avenue in front of Annie’s Grill. Again, Officer Thomas cited you and filed a report.＜/p＞ ＜p＞In observation of the new 2014 law for the State of xxxx and the County of xxxx, you are required to serve a mandatory In Home Arrest & Disciplining called "IHAD" on the date of your choice within 60 days.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Please note: With the exception of identifying information, spelling, grammar and personal expression has not been edited in the email and text exchanges shared in Daniella’s Due Diligence.＜/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！】I Didn't Know She Was A Dude! (A First-Time Gay Encounter)【電子書籍】[ Gavin York ]

＜p＞Chris is your stereotypical jock. He likes to party, he likes to play rough, and he likes to get laid. Problem is, he's so big and handsome, no one can resist him. He's partied, played, and laid his way over the last three years of college...and he's bored. Enter Sam, an enigmatic, androgynous beauty that Chris just can't ignore. Sam drives Chris wild with desire, and he'll do anything to take her to bed. There's just one hitch: Sam is a man! Being the macho hetero man he is, Chris knows he should be disgusted by his mistake...except he could never be disgusted by Sam. He wants the man with a mad passion he's never felt before!＜/p＞ ＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞ ＜p＞The night air hit us like a frigid kiss. Instantly, my nipples hardened under my Venus semi-sheer blouse, and the humidity of Saperstein evaporated like a distant dream. Without the bodies to block us, without the music to drown out our words, the silence and the space of the outside world hummed with illicit promise.＜/p＞ ＜p＞"My dorm's just up the way," I said. The logical part of my brain was screaming at me to drop his hand and run for the hills. My body refused to comply.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Chris squeezed my hand, and gazed into my eyes. "You sure?" He was so sincere... I hated him. I wanted him. I would have let him have me right there, up against the house, but I knew if that happened this would all be over. I wanted to prolong this feeling for as long as I could. It would make the truth more painful when it finally came out, but I'd never wanted a man this much. And I'd wanted. I couldn't stop myself from wanting. I'd had lovers, men I liked and men I loved and men I outright loathed, but none so fine as him, none so thick and slick and smooth. Before we left the shadow of the house, I grabbed him again, pulled him down into a messy kiss.＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Remember this," I whispered into his lips. "Remember how much you like this."＜/p＞ ＜p＞His big hands nearly encircled my waist. "You kidding? I'll remember this the rest of my life."＜/p＞ ＜p＞"You have no idea," I muttered to myself. I was setting myself up for failure. For pain. I was too drunk, too horny. Inside the house, I knew Stella and the others would be trying to find me. They wanted to protect me. They wanted to protect me from myself, and from him. "Quick," I hissed at him. "Let's get out of here."＜/p＞ ＜p＞"You don't have to tell me twice," he said. He let me take his hand, and lead him from the housing quad.＜/p＞ ＜p＞"You're an idiot," a voice inside me screamed. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"＜/p＞ ＜p＞I wasn't. I swear I wasn't. I was trying to live. I was trying to live out the magic night he thought we were having. He thought I was some confident Snow White, wooed by his charm and his bluster.＜/p＞ ＜p＞It didn't have to end in tragedy, I promised myself. I could tell him I didn't do it on the first date. "Just give me tonight," I prayed to the queer gods.＜/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！】My Illicit BBC Hotwife Gangbang【電子書籍】[ Thomas Roberts ]

＜p＞Beverly’s husband seems more interested in his smartphone than in her, so she flirts outrageously with a black man in a bar. Soon she’s in his room having raunchy sex while her shocked and excited husband watches. Now she’s hooked on BBC, and one sexy black waiter won’t be enough to satisfy her desires. Her husband takes her to a seedy bar where she’s used by six seriously built black studs.＜/p＞ ＜p＞~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞ ＜p＞My husband surprised me with a dress for my birthday. The entire dress, from my chest to well above my knees, was held together by six buttons. It was a beautiful purple color that went well with my near-black hair.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“I have a special surprise for you,” Phil said, looking so proud of himself I could only guess what evil he had in mind. He hadn’t been able to talk about much else except my night with Leon, and every time it came up, so did he.＜/p＞ ＜p＞It’s not that I wanted him to forget what had happened. We’d never felt so close and the love we’d made since was mind-blowing. I loved what the experience had done to our relationship even if my conscience still got the better of me, at times.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“I give up, what’s your ‘special surprise,’” I asked.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“We’re going out for your birthday. First, we’ll have dinner, and we’ll drink too much wine.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Sounds good. What’s the second part?”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Then,” he had such a dirty grin on his face. He was getting so excited, it was like he couldn’t wait to tell me the second part. “We’re going to a bar, a down and dirty country-western bar out in the sticks, and you’re going to sit on a stool while I sit at a table and watch you.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“That’s it, I’m just going to sit there while you stare at me?”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Nope, that’s not the whole story. Here goes, are you ready?” he asked. I just looked at him and waited, this had to be good given how excited he was.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“You don’t wear anything under the dress, and every time a man buys you a drink, you unfasten one of the six buttons,” he was almost too excited for his pants.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“What happens when they’re all open, and I’m naked in a country-western bar?”＜/p＞ ＜p＞I was excited by the idea despite myself. My husband wanted me to go to a bar already half in the bag and let men buy me even more alcohol while I unbuttoned my dress. I could feel my heart race at the thought.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Does it have to be a down and dirty country-western bar?” I asked before he could answer my first question.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Yes. Because you’re going to go the man who buys you the last drink,” he shook with excitement.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Okay. When are we doing this?” I knew how excited I was, and my husband was throbbing as I touched him through his pants.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Tonight. Right now. It’s Saturday night, so go get yourself ready.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞Dinner was wonderful, and true to his word, Phil didn’t let my wine glass get empty. By the time we were finished, and the check had been paid, my legs weren’t working properly as Phil guided me to the car.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“I want you in my mouth,” I told him, my words slightly slurred.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“No.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞I looked at him in amazement. “You’re turning down the opportunity to be in my mouth?”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Yes. I’m going to watch you unbutton your dress for strangers in a dirty bar. I want to enjoy every minute,” he told me. “Then I’m going to use your mouth. If nobody else is using it.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞I stared at him before turning to look around me. We were parked in a gravel parking lot in front of a one-story rundown building with beer signs in the windows and loud music leaking out the open door. Next to us was a gigantic pickup truck. On the other side of our car was an even bigger pickup truck. Our car was one of only two regular sedans in the lot.＜/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！】Spanking The Chambermaid【電子書籍】[ Pornelope ]

＜p＞Lord Jason Deveraux is a very unhappy man. Instead of carousing with his wild friends in London, he must be responsible and take control of his family estate. But fortune smiles when he finds a gorgeous young chambermaid bathing in the secluded stream…and decides that claiming her innocence will be the perfect diversion for him and his most loyal servants!＜/p＞ ＜p＞Pretty little Mariah gets a lot more than she bargained for when she’s taken hard and unprotected in all holes by four incredibly horny studs with a taste for pretty little virgins!＜/p＞ ＜p＞~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞ ＜p＞Unexpected splashing made Jason turn and peer through the thick foliage. And his heart nearly stopped. He stared, entranced, as the girl glided smoothly through the water. Her arms were long and slender, and her creamy skin was honey-toned. A house servant, he instantly surmised, not a field hand.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Masses of thick golden-red curls were pinned atop her head. Her throat was slim and delicate. Loose ringlets trailed down to touch the water when she cupped cool water in her small hands, and lifted them to drink her fill.＜/p＞ ＜p＞This was exactly the diversion he’d craved! And if she proved generous with her favorsーthough why should she not, he thought with casual arrogance. He was her lord and master. She could not defy him. She was his to command!＜/p＞ ＜p＞Command was exactly what he craved right now, while his life was turned upside down. And surely she deserved chastising for daring to flaunt her lush body so immodestly where any lusty man could have stumbled upon her!＜/p＞ ＜p＞It was his good fortune, he decided, that he had seen her first.＜/p＞ ＜p＞In one quick move, he pushed through the clinging underbrush and planted his boots on the thick mossy bank. “You, girl!” His deep voice boomed across the water like thunder. She jumped and whirled around. A guilty blush stained her fair cheeks, and instinctively she clasped both hands over her ripe breasts.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Yes, his fortune was definitely changing!＜/p＞ ＜p＞“By what right do you come here and flaunt yourself like a shameless wanton?” he demanded, jamming both fists on his lean hips.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“M-m-milord!” Fear made her stutter like a child. “I meant no harm. The day is hot, so I sought to cool myself before returning to my duties. I have not shirked my work, milord.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“And that is…?”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“I am a chambermaid, milord.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Come out of the water,” he ordered, and stepped back to give her room.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Milord!” Her eyes widened in shocked dismay. “It is not seemly…”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“It is not seemly for a young maiden to strip naked and prance about in a public place!” he snapped. “I presume you are still a maiden,” he added coolly, raking her with a derisive gaze that made her flush with embarrassment again. “Or perhaps you are merely a strumpet seeking to waylay any rutting stud who can pay your meager fee!”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“I am not!” She forgot herself at the crude insult, and fury sizzled in her remarkable turquoise eyes as her head snapped up. “No man has ever touched me!”＜/p＞ ＜p＞Not only stunningly beautiful, but still innocent!＜/p＞ ＜p＞“How is it no man has touched you?” he demanded. “Do you lust for other women, then?”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“No, milord!” Insult sharpened her voice ever-so-slightly, though she kept her gaze demurely averted. “I have not yet found a man who interests me.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞That was about to change. “You deserve to be punished, Mariah. For your immodesty and your insolent behavior.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞A shiver rippled down her spine. “I meant no disrespect, milord.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“On the contrary,” he taunted. “I have found that some women enjoy flaunting themselves because they enjoy the consequences. And there are always consequences when a young maiden bares herself before a man in a public place.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Bend over,” he ordered, “spread your legs, and grasp your ankles.”＜/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！】Vacation With Liz【電子書籍】[ George Boxlicker ]

＜p＞Liz, one of my sexiest lady friends, has won a trip to Hawaii and wants me to accompany her. She has a fantasy, and believes I can help it come true better than anyone else. I play my part for her, and she experiences romance in the tropical paradise. Because of the graphic descriptions of our last night, this book is for adults only.＜/p＞ ＜p＞~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞ ＜p＞"I see we're going to be seatmates,” I said, by way of beginning introductions. "This is a long flight, so I might as well introduce myself. My name is George Boxlicker, but there's no reason to be formal. Just call me George."＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Glad to meet you, George,” she responded, offering her hand. "My name is Liz."＜/p＞ ＜p＞As I shook her hand, I asked "Is that short for Elizabeth?"＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Yes, but I don't like the long form because some people used to call me ‘Lizard Breath,’ almost as much as I dislike being called Lizzie. It makes me think of Lizzie Borden."＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Okay. Since I don't want you taking an axe to me, I won't call you Lizzie. Did you know Elizabeth has more nicknames than just about any other woman's name? I had a great aunt named Elizabeth and everybody called her Bid or Aunt Bid."＜/p＞ ＜p＞"That sounds better than Lizzie. Or better than Elizabeth."＜/p＞ ＜p＞All through the flight, we chatted amiably or read magazines or looked out the window at nothing. I also sneaked an occasional look at Liz, which is what I would have done if she had actually been a stranger, because she is very easy to look at. Although she says she’s overweight, I have always told her she has a great figure, especially her breasts, that I was aware are size 38D. Besides her sexy form, my friend has a pretty face, with long, soft red hair, fair skin and a pleasantly attractive face with a great smile. All together, a very good-looking woman, besides having a sweet disposition.＜/p＞ ＜p＞During the course of our conversation, shortly before landing, I happened to mention the name of the hotel where I would be staying in Hawaii. Liz thought that was a remarkable coincidence, that we were seatmates and that we would be staying at the same hotel. "What are the odds?” she asked. Then she went on to point out that, as part of the contest prize, she was entitled to a rental car, and that she would be picking it up at the airport. "You seem like a nice guy. Since we are both going to the same place, how about a ride to the hotel? You can help me get my carryon luggage out of the overhead compartment and then help me put my stuff in the car trunk."＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Well, Liz, that seems like a good idea. You seem to be a bit of alright yourself, as the British might say, and my plans aren't really set. I will probably be getting my own car tomorrow but, for now, I’ll accept your offer. But, in exchange, you have to let me buy you dinner tonight, unless you have other plans or are meeting someone."＜/p＞ ＜p＞“No, George, I'm not meeting anybody and I don't have any plans for dinner tonight. Thanks for the offer. That's nice of you. I don't really like eating alone, anyhow."＜/p＞ ＜p＞At the car rental stand, the clerk saw Liz and me together and tried to rent the car to me. "Don't look at me,” I told him. “The lady here is your renter. I'm just bumming a ride."＜/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！】React (Book 3 of "Whispers From The Past")【電子書籍】[ Catherine LaCroix ]

＜p＞In the third installment of Whispers from the Past, Isabelle Rhodes finds herself constantly at odds with her father, Bailiff Garrett Rhodes. Determined to pave her own destiny, Isabelle abandons her family in her pursuit of knowledge. The trials she faces during her studies, however, will change her life forever.＜/p＞ ＜p＞~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~＜/p＞ ＜p＞I held a cool cloth to my blackened eye. Bruises and scrapes decorated my pale arms and legs. Thankfully I wasn’t bleeding too muchーand most of it wasn’t mine. The other kid would miss a few days of tutelage.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Where is she?” I heard my father’s booming voice from down the hall. I hadn’t expected him to be happy, but his tone was unnerving.＜/p＞ ＜p＞I sucked on a split knuckle in an attempt to ease the sting. When he rounded the corner he assessed the situation and shook his head.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Come on, Isabelle,” he commanded, and I stood without hesitation.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“You have to admit, sir, she has your fire,” the man watching over me commented.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Aye, too much for a girl. Let’s go,” with that he turned heel and I trailed behind him.＜/p＞ ＜p＞I concentrated on the ground as he led me outside of my language tutor’s estate. His strides were long and sure and I had to skip steps to keep up with him.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Why this time?” he asked with the authority I associated with his work.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Stephan said I was just a stupid girl. When I told him to shut up he called me a bitch…” I explained under my breath.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Surely, beating him to submission proved him wrong.” Father glowered down at me from the corner of his eye.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Lord Radcliff says that’s the worst thing you can call a lady!” I retorted.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“I would agree with Lord Radcliff, however my daughter is no lady.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞I felt tears of anger well up in my eyes, and I hid them with the cloth.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Do you prefer Sir Garrett Rhodes’ brat?”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“No!”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“I’ve heard it from your instructors, Isabelle. You are ten years old now, and if a boy calls you a name you ignore him. If you so badly want to be a lady, then act like it.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞My empty fingers balled into a fist, but I couldn’t hold it long- pain seared across my knuckles. My joints ached and the cuts burned. I said nothing and held back my complaints. In Father’s eyes, I should have been on the worse end of the fight.＜/p＞ ＜p＞When we arrived home, my mother took one look at me and rushed me into the washroom, ordering a servant to fetch hot water. She carefully moved the hand that held the towel and looked over my black eye.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Oh sweet, haven’t you learned?” she admonished.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“I couldn’t help it…Stephan called me awful names…” I touched the cloth back to my throbbing eye.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Get yourself out of those filthy clothes. I’ll be right back.” She kissed my forehead and returned to the front room. I hadn’t had the chance to undress completely before the bickering drifted through the door.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Elaine, how else am I supposed to teach her that what she’s doing is wrong?” Father bellowed.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Not by ignoring her!”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“You remember the last time she boxed a peer? This is nothing compared to that!”＜/p＞ ＜p＞I sighed as I slipped off my skirts. He wasn’t wrongーLady Millie had threatened to never teach me again if I ever lay a hand on another one of her students. But Patrick had said the most vile things about my mother…＜/p＞ ＜p＞“Garrett, you need to be her father, not her bailiff.” Mother said as the servant filled the tub to completion.＜/p＞ ＜p＞I carefully stepped into the scalding water. Air hissed through my teeth when every open cut was exposed to the bath, and it took me longer than usual to settle myself. Mother returned just as I settled, the water sitting comfortably at my neckline.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“I’m sorry, love. Let’s get you cleaned up.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞Unfortunately, it wasn’t the last fight I’d find myself in.＜/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！】Imma See for Myself A Stubborn Girl's Guide to Trusting God (the First Time Around)【電子書籍】[ Ariel Fitz-Patrick ]

＜p＞**“Is that you, God? Telling me not to do that thing that you know will turn out badly for me? Telling me to listen to your Word instead of my own foolish ideas? Yeah, imma have to see for myself…” ? ＜em＞Every Christian Ever.＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Have you ever thought that exact thing, just to find out God's way was better, AGAIN? Ariel Fitz-Patrick**?＜strong＞TikToker, songwriter, and modern-day messenger (who you may recognize with a blanket over her head playing her own sassy Guardian Angel)＜/strong＞?＜strong＞can absolutely relate.＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞We’ve all been there. We’ve all had moments where we heard God telling us to do that thing (or not do that thing) that’s been bouncing around in our heads for a while. Sometimes He tells us to stop complaining and start praying. Or He tells us to stop hanging out with that person who’s been a really bad influence. Or He warns us not to say those words to that person who cut us off in traffic, even though they ＜em＞absolutely＜/em＞ deserved it!＜/p＞ ＜p＞Ariel Fitz-Patrick, gospel musician and TikTok star, has been exactly where you are. She’s been in a lot of situations where God asked her to trust Him even when she wanted to go her own way. There were lots of smaller moments when she was called on to trust God, like when her Caribbean father had strict rules she had to choose whether to follow or when friends pressured her to drink underage. She's also faced much harder moments, like when her family faced homelessness and deep betrayal from people in her own church, as well as times when Ariel wrestled with her own faith questions and uncertainty about what matters most. All of these moments, big or small, were opportunities from God to rely on Him. Everything around you will tell you that you can’t know for sure unless you see for yourself, but our faithful God knows what’s best for you every time.＜/p＞ ＜p＞In ＜em＞Imma See for Myself＜/em＞, Ariel shows how God brought her from heavy-burdened to blossomingーall because she was willing to trust Him even when she couldn’t see the whole path. She shares how you can grow in faith even in the most painful moments through both humorous and hard stories from her life, comedy skits, and sisterly advice from a girl who’s gone and seen for herself. Take it from herーgo and SEEK Him for yourself!＜/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！】Poured Out The Beginning of Awareness and Self Love【電子書籍】[ Davin Cook ]

＜p＞My book is about me and my life experiences. I choose to highlight things I've experienced through poetry. I allow the reader to be apart of my insecurities as I focus on being organic and vulnerable throughout the pages. My book also offers self reflection from the reader as they read the individual pieces themselves.＜br /＞ This book is for people who have struggled to be the best version of themselves as a result of self shaming and guilt. For people who haven't been able to look at their past or present mess and see hope. Hope in knowing that what they have been through is not who they are.＜br /＞ People should read my book because not only does is share insecure truths based on my story, but following the poetry pieces I offer a different perspective. a refreshing way to see situations differently.＜/p＞ ＜p＞About the Author＜/p＞ ＜p＞My name is Davin Cook. I was born in Cleveland Ohio in the Summer of 1989. Throughout my childhood I was fortunate enough that while I did face many struggles, I was blessed to have a go getter mindset. I couldn’t quite understand it at first though. I was the kid that would volunteer himself for activities and always accept challenges. Meanwhile, I was also the kid struggling with identity issues. I grew up in a single parent home where my mom took care of me and my three other siblings. My older brother and sister had the same dad while me and my younger sister had separate dads. My dad and I didn’t have the best relationship growing up. I believe he did the best he could. Yet, I was still left searching for what it meant to be a man. As a result I found myself in some of the wrong crowds growing up that led to me breaking in houses, stealing, doing drugs and engaging in sex with multiple women. My life was one of searching for myself.＜/p＞ ＜p＞It wasn’t until I gave my life to Christ that I started to see things change. The biggest change being the people I started to meet. They were mentors to me, they spoke life into me and they didn’t judge me. I took what I learned from that and I carried it with me moving forward. It was like a fresh start. When I was 20, my cousin spoke to me about the military and he painted this picture that was unreal. Coming from where I came from I didn’t see myself living a life like he described. Making the kind of money he was making. I wanted to be apart of this organization. So even with all the fears I had about what if, I went to talk to a recruiter. I remember going with one of my homeboys. We were both determined that this was it and life was about to change. The only thing in our way was the ASVAB test. Soon, we went to take the test and unfortunately my homeboy didn’t pass, but I did. I passed by two or three points! I was in! From there life seemed like it was taking off and I was ready to see where it would take me.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Eight years later, here I am still in the navy. A much more mature version of myself. A lot happened during my eight year term. I experienced a lot of ups and downs in my relationships, spirituality and finances. A lot of discovering and rediscovering who I am. I fell into strong addictions with porn and I couldn’t understand how to break free. What I discovered is a lack of self love to go with my younger self, which lacked identity. Who was Davin? This became a hard reality to face because I felt I didn’t have the answer. I had to experience a great fall in my life, cheating on the person I said I loved during a vulnerable time, to set me on the right path. When I cheated, I experienced a dark tunnel, I was lost more than I had ever been. How could I do what I had done.＜/p＞ ＜p＞During that time I was a leader in so many areas. I was leading young adults, I was hosting a small group of men, I was speaking at middle schools to eighth graders and excelling in my career. However, I still made a choice that made me feel like shit. It was in that shit that my ears opened up and I realize something had to change. And so as a result, I thought about what I wanted my life to be and I started making moves. In the process, I met people that were chasing dreams and living there best life and it further motivated me to live my own. Howard Thurman said in a quote, don’t ask for what the world needs, rather ask what made him come alive and do that. For what the world needs is people who have come alive. That spoke to me and let me understand that the best thing you can offer is a healed version of yourself to a broken world.＜/p＞ ＜p＞As it stands, my dreams are to be the best communicator I can be. I will publish books, I will share my heart around the world, and I will do it with the passion and memory of what it felt like to be lost and drowning in negative self talk. From that humble place of shame and pain, I will rise and empower and inspire the masses.＜/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。

新しい本, 英語で予約する, 洋書Return Flight - Jennifer Huang (Milkweed Editions) 【紙書籍】 9781571315281

タイトル: Return Flight著者: Jennifer Huang出版社: Milkweed Editions出版日: 2022年01月18日新しい本新古品・未使用品。出版社からの新着。Selected by Jos Charles as the winner of the 2021 Ballard Spahr Prize for Poetry, Return Flight is a lush reckoning: with inheritance, with body, with trauma, with desire--and with the many tendons in between. When Return Flight asks "what name / do you crown yourself," Huang answers with many. Textured with mountains--a folkloric goddess-prison, Yushan, mother, men, self--and peppered with shapeshifting creatures, spirits, and gods, the landscape of Jennifer Huang's poems is at once mystical and fleshy, a "myth a mess of myself." Sensuously, Huang depicts each of these not as things to claim but as topographies to behold and hold. Here, too, is another kind of mythology. Set to the music of "beating hearts / through objects passed down," the poems travel through generations--among Taiwan, China, and America--cataloging familial wounds and beloved stories. A grandfather's smile shining through rain, baby bok choy in a child's bowl, a slap felt decades later--the result is a map of a present-day life, reflected through the past. Return Flight is a thrumming debut that teaches us how history harrows and heals, often with the same hand; how touch can mean "purple" and "blue" as much as it means intimacy; and how one might find a path toward joy not by leaving the past in the past, but by "[keeping a] hand on these memories, / to feel them to their ends."

【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！】Lucky Gift【電子書籍】[ Donna Wilkes ]

＜p＞Have you ever wondered if you possessed any hidden gifts? My guess is probably yes! The story you are about to read is about individuals who come together under unusual situations revealing their individually unique gifts. Even though life is full of diverse and sometimes tragic circumstances, it's how we navigate through them that determines their outcome. Through these experiences, you just may reveal your hidden gifts.＜br /＞ Lucky Gift takes place in America's heartland, where two young men focus on their goals and dreams. Then in one single day, their lives are enhanced through many interactions with strangers.＜br /＞ Are you ready to engage yourself into the lives of the characters in this story, who want more from life and aren't afraid to pursue it? Be prepared for a twisting plot of excitement, romance, and humor.＜/p＞ ＜p＞About the Author＜/p＞ ＜p＞I'm writing this for the special people in my life, Grandparents, Parents, Siblings, Husband, Children, and Grandchildren. You all have inspired me to use my gift of writing, and opening up to express myself. My long journey getting here has provided me a lot of insight to utilize in my stories. I have wanted to do this for a long time, but it took a pandemic and the shutdown of the entire world to motivate me to begin this journey. I present my first novelette here for you to ENJOY!!＜/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！】Chance the Winds of Fortune【電子書籍】[ Laurie McBain ]

＜p＞＜strong＞The beloved ＜em＞New York Times＜/em＞ bestselling Dominick Trilogy＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞Rhea blinked in disbelief. "What an insufferable man you are. And whether you are, as you would have me believe, a marquis, or whether you are a tinker, I would still find you the rudest, most vulgar individual I have ever had the misfortune to encounter."＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞"Well done, my dear. I am impressed by this splendid show of ladylike disdain, feigned though it be, but well done nonetheless. But the light of truth has revealed you in my cabin. Now, how do you explain yourself out of that?"＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Lady Rhea Claire, kidnapped and shipped to the Colonies as an indentured servant, manages with wits and courage to escape…straight into the arms of a ruthless English pirate.＜/p＞ ＜p＞For all his worldly ways, Dante Leighton, Marquis of Jacqobi and captain of the Sea Dragon, never expected to discover his redemption and his greatest treasure within the amethyst eyes of a beautiful English refugee.＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Praise for Laurie McBain:＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Ms. McBain's flare for the romantic intermingled with suspense will keep the reader riveted to the story until the last page."ー＜em＞Affaire de Coeur＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Vivid sense of description, colorful characters…I found myself happily lost in the magnificence of the storytelling."ー＜em＞Los Angeles Herald Examiner＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Dominick Trilogy:＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Moonstruck Madness＜/p＞ ＜p＞Chance the Winds of Fortune＜/p＞ ＜p＞Dark Before the Rising Storm＜/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！】Emotional Support Animals Anonymous Fuzzball Comics + Workbook【電子書籍】[ Nicole Georges ]

＜p＞＜strong＞＜em＞Emotional Support Animals＜/em＞ is a collection of comics and worksheets featuring adorable and irresistible emotional support animals offering words of compassion and wisdom, delivering smiles along with experience, strength, and hope.＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞What if your therapist was a cardigan-wearing walrus sipping a cup of coffee? ＜em＞Emotional Support Animals＜/em＞ answers this question in a series of sweet comics and engaging worksheets. Nicole Georges presents small doses of therapy in the form of humorous illustrations about serious subjects. Picture a pug assuring you that it's not cruel to say no or hold a boundary, or a crocodile reminding you that when you take care of yourself, you have more capacity to give. Inspired by Nicole’s experiences with grief and healing, her ＜em＞Anonymous Fuzzball＜/em＞ comics touch on themes of self-worth, boundaries, and balance. Using quirky animals as her subjects, she proves that hard truths are easier to digest in an adorable package.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Affirmations include:＜/p＞ ＜ul＞ ＜li＞"Just because someone's having a big reaction doesn't mean I did anything wrong."＜/li＞ ＜li＞"You're not going to mess up something that's meant for you."＜/li＞ ＜li＞"As I love myself more, I demand less of others."＜/li＞ ＜li＞"What people say is just information. You don't have to take it personally."＜/li＞ ＜li＞"I don't need to achieve anything to be lovable."＜/li＞ ＜/ul＞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。