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The last living member of a family of historians who has been hunted by dark forces associated with Dracula finds himself in peril at the hands of a new threat in this thrilling novel from the #1 bestselling author of The Historian. After his beloved mother passes away suddenly, Jay Turner finds...

The Secret of Letting Go reveals the ageless, proven gateway to these vast new horizons of limitless living. If you take this journey of a lifetime, you’ll discover the greatness of who you really are. Nothing is required of you but your willingness to acknowledge that you want something more. The rest will be done for you!

Bitcoin may well be the greatest invention of our time, and most people have no idea what it is or how it works. Walking through its invention, step by step, this short audiobook is critical before you invest. Learn why Bitcoin was invented and how it works.

“Would you rather love the more, and suffer the more; or love the less, and suffer the less? That is, I think, finally, the only real question.” First love has lifelong consequences, but Paul doesn’t know anything about that at nineteen. At nineteen, he’s proud of the fact his...

For a generation now, public debate has been corroded by a narrow derision of religion in the name of an often very vaguely understood 'science'. John Gray's stimulating and extremely enjoyable new book describes the rich, complex world of the atheist tradition, a tradition which he sees as in...

In Think Remarkable, tech titan and creator of the Remarkable People podcast Guy Kawasaki delivers a practical, tactical, and sometimes radical discussion of how to make a difference in the world and live a fulfilling life. 

I was young and naive. I thought I could save the world. I thought that protecting those around me from hurt and pain was what I was born to do. She made me feel that way. Ava Links, the little girl who was too f - king stubborn for her own good. The little girl who absorbed the hurt and pain of everyone around her and tried to bring sunshine to them all. The little girl who somehow looked at me, expecting - no, damn near demanding - I protect her.

Days before the birth of his first son, writer and academic John M. Hull started to go blind. He would lose his sight entirely, plunged into darkness, unable to distinguish any sense of light or shadow. Soon, he had forgotten what his wife and daughter looked like. In Notes on Blindness, John reveals his profound sense of loss, his altered perceptions of time and space, of waking and sleeping, love, and companionship. With astonishing lucidity of thought and no self-pity, he describes the horror of being faceless, and asks what it truly means to be a husband and father.

Like the giant Gulliver, asleep in Lilliput, we often find ourselves tied down, unable to move. We are hound by fears, misconceptions, and desires we cannot see or comprehend. It is a condition created by what Guy Finley calls our ''Me Mind". This is the unseen part of ourselves that is constantly in conflict and full of doubt, inflicting pain and pressure that pushes us into compromising our integrity. But it needs not be that way. The "Free Mind" has an objective view, seeing both us and the ties that bind us.

Emergency in New Zealand - What if you could step away from the stress of American emergency medicine without stepping away from medicine itself?After 34 years as a U.S. emergency physician, Patrick Murphy, MD, was burned out and ready for a change. Instead of simply retiring or leaving clinical...

On my very first afternoon of moving in to live in the grand London mansion, I wasn’t expecting to be kissed.... Well, I was by my millionaire boyfriend, but certainly not by his butler! Right in the blue dressing room, Peters, the seemingly proper English butler, kissed me full on, with tongue! I returned downstairs to my love-struck millionaire Henry Alden who was waiting for me with cocktail in hand, ready to pour one for me, which I now really needed. I didn't say anything about the kiss, I had only just arrived and I certainly didn’t want to begin by causing a scene.

One afternoon, out of the blue, there was Peter with the smooth toned swimmers body...full lush lips, speaking of sensational kissing - in the literal meaning of sensational...and of kissing...How I met Peter Paterson was kind of cute...like a meet-cute in a movie script...It was at a old time Greenwich village gay piano bar known as The Duplex with a long bar and piano downstairs and a small cabaret space upstairs...One day I was there in there late afternoon, which was unusual, I don’t remember exactly why, killing time before meeting a friend probably.

While the man who’d brought me to Florida was on his own adventures, I found my way to some gay dance bar. Being as shy as I generally am, I am not sure how I got to dancing with the tall cute guy. He must have asked me, because like I said, I’m shy. Drinking generally makes me even more shy. However, it happened, in the way meetups in clubs do. Attraction met attraction, and late that night, out of the club we went. With me ultimately ending up on a side street in the backseat of his car, heatedly exchanging kisses with this incredibly gorgeous college boy until dawn.

It was not my intention to end up in bed with a British lord, especially when he was someone else’s boyfriend. But I was only 24 and on my own in London, and…well…one thing lead to another. When a handsome, suave gay aristocrat with a family castle and a fabulous townhouse in Belgravia with lots of charm and lots of wine wants to cross the bounds of friendship and the buttons and zips of your clothes…and you are very young and blond and not as sophisticated as you think you are…you soon discover what happens in movies and books is not how things happen in real life. 

Brandan Fielding looked like a tall, skinny schoolboy who’d escaped from a Dickens novel when I met him at the Salisbury, Leicester Square - a Ye Olde Pub in the book/theater district. A historic pub, the Salisbury isn't strictly gay, but at certain times it seems to have a high tide of thirsty gay men. I was charmed by its interior opulence of etched and polished glass and carved woodwork, and I was hoping there would be charming English men, too. Our eyes met in warm understanding of attraction. I learned his name was Brandan Fielding (very Dickens). 

Andrea grinned playfully when she talked about flirting with “the sandwich shop poet” as she called him. The same kind of grin I may have had when I began to flirt with him too. She had talked a lot about this really cute guy before I met him. So, he had quite a buildup in my mind, like a trailer for a movie…I was very curious to see how handsome this person was; Jamison Chevy, the very attractive young guy who was a waiter at Alvin’s a sandwich shop on the university campus.

Like every teenager Parker, fantasized about hot music stars and boy band cuties, but sometimes you don’t get what you wish - for you get something better! Mac Drummond was not the band’s front man, but he was gay, attractive, and had a sexy accent. As Mac’s eyes took in the very cute young blonde guy at the bar, sitting in the crowd looking nervous, young, lost, and adorable, he felt both a strong pull of attraction and oddly protective. When the boy finally met his gaze as he stared at him, Mac felt a warm rush, like he was winter and this kid was spring.

Mark is a handsome and troubled young man seeking help from a therapist to escape the damage school bullying has done to him and find a way forward. Trying a new therapist can be a gamble, but surprisingly, the stodgy and skeptical Dr. Myron might be the loser when he discovers the magic of a kiss.

Lord Moonstone wants a lover, and it happens a handsome young artist walks into his life. In the estate's mansion, there are many vast and lovely rooms lonely until now hen Christopher Vermillion begins to dare Lord M to play new imaginative games and dares to risk his inhibitions.... Jess Moonstone wants to be enchanted, but domination wasn’t in his dreams....

It was seeing a young Adonis in the flesh when the tall, lean, tan figure of Jeff Mead ran past Bart Benson that sunny May morning in 1959. Married man that he was then, he reacted in a way that jolted him. It was as if he had been dozing all his life and had suddenly come wide awake.