Read this classic romance by USA Today bestselling author Carole Mortimer, now available for the first time in e-book! A Savage infatuation… It’s only when Hazel Stanford returns home to Cornwall after three years that she realises the extent of her feelings for Rafe Savage. She is no longer just infatuated with him—she is head over heels in love! But Rafe is bitter and angry—and as cold as ice towards Hazel. Was the accident that left him scarred responsible? Hazel knows her love can heal some of Rafe’s wounds, but can she convince him to let her stay and administer the cure? Originally published in 1980
'So there I was - a twenty-one year old black female university student walking down a suburban street with a gun, no shoes and murder on my mind. I was going to kill the past. I didn't know what else to do with it' Stacey Patton today is a vibrant and impressive young woman with a promising career in journalism. Yet her childhood was a battleground of bullying, abuse and mental torture. Abandoned by her birth mother, Stacey was placed in the New Jersey foster care system and was apparently lucky to be adopted by a hardworking, God-fearing African American couple. Yet something else was going on in this immaculately kept home - punishment in terrible ways, physical, emotional and sexual. Her mother was tyrannical and her father, either so in love with or in fear of his wife, turned a blind eye to the abuse she heaped on their love-starved little girl. Stacey survived by channelling her energy into her school work and her education raised her from the shackles of her unhappy home. Drawing parallels between her own childhood and the treatment of black slaves brought to America, Stacey Patton weaves the moving story of her own painful upbringing with the shameful slave history of America.
Torture is an open secret in Chicago. Nobody in power wants to acknowledge this grim reality, but everyone knows it happens—and that the torturers are the police. Three to five new claims are submitted to the Torture Inquiry and Relief Commission of Illinois each week. Four hundred cases are currently pending investigation. Between 1972 and 1991, at least 125 black suspects were tortured by Chicago police officers working under former Police Commander Jon Burge. As the more recent revelations from the Homan Square “black site” show, that brutal period is far from a historical anomaly. For more than fifty years, police officers who took an oath to protect and serve have instead beaten, electrocuted, suffocated, and raped hundreds—perhaps thousands—of Chicago residents. In The Torture Letters, Laurence Ralph chronicles the history of torture in Chicago, the burgeoning activist movement against police violence, and the American public’s complicity in perpetuating torture at home and abroad. Engaging with a long tradition of epistolary meditations on racism in the United States, from James Baldwin’s The Fire Next Time to Ta-Nehisi Coates’s Between the World and Me, Ralph offers in this book a collection of open letters written to protesters, victims, students, and others. Through these moving, questing, enraged letters, Ralph bears witness to police violence that began in Burge’s Area Two and follows the city’s networks of torture to the global War on Terror. From Vietnam to Geneva to Guantanamo Bay—Ralph’s story extends as far as the legacy of American imperialism. Combining insights from fourteen years of research on torture with testimonies of victims of police violence, retired officers, lawyers, and protesters, this is a powerful indictment of police violence and a fierce challenge to all Americans to demand an end to the systems that support it. With compassion and careful skill, Ralph uncovers the tangled connections among law enforcement, the political machine, and the courts in Chicago, amplifying the voices of torture victims who are still with us—and lending a voice to those long deceased.
The Sons of Templar MC.I'm sure you've heard of them.They're infamous.Murderers.Criminals.Outlaws.But to me, they're family.My husband wore the cut for well over a decade. For almost as long as he wore a wedding ring. Our marriage survived wars. Deaths. Blood. The cuts were deep. And they never healed quite right. But we survived.Until we didn't.He promised me forever. And he gave it to me. His version of it, at least. Mine was longer, though. Much longer.I wanted to blame the Sons for killing my husband, wanted to hate the club. The cut. But that was impossible. Especially when I found myself falling in love with another man wearing the same cut.Just when I thought there was nothing left in me to wound, he cut me the deepest.
Having been driven out of their home by fire, Sadima, Franklin and Somiss escape and seek refuge in the secret cave hidden in the rocks. Somiss, now exiled and desperate, continues to hoard the magic he is recovering from the ancient documents, while Sadima and Franklin struggle to contain his egomaniacal ambitions. In Haph and Gerrard's world, forced to continually endure the painful ordeals used to 'teach' magic, the boys come to an uneasy and fragile truce as they vow to work together to stop the evils of the academy. But their tenuous pact falters as they plot to destroy Somiss and the dark academy and set the magic free…
This book is a gathering of my poetry and writings describing times in my life and explaining some of my familys hardship and turmoil. May God walk with you as you do the same. Richard and I went to high school together, over the years we had lost contact with each other until we found ourselves again on Facebook. I have read the poems that R. wrote. He sent me a copy a few years back so I could enjoy them. He really put his heart and soul in his writings. I cried thru so many of them. His work is like the history of family and friends that he has come to know. The expressions that come from his poems are meaningful and relate to events and people in his life. I had the chance of connecting with Richard and his wife Linda five years ago at our 40 year reunion. We had a blast. I wish the best of success for him. He is truly a great and cherished friend. Joyce Peters or as he calls me J. -Joyce Peters " Heartache, betrayal and unconditional love. Everyone has experienced these emotions; some more than others. These poems reflect each of these emotions and I have witnessed my dad live these poems out. I truly believe that this book of poems can help anyone work thru heartache and betrayal and learn how to use unconditional love to forgive. Katherine Goin, GA "
Author and Poet Deborah Brooks Langford I love poetry... I love writing. I do this for myself I am blessed to write as much as I want I am blessed with the life I have. I have adoring grandchildren And wonderful Sons and Beautiful Daughter in laws.. A wonderful husband. I write poetry books, novels, cookbooks, and children's books. You can find me on Lulu.com, Amazon, and Kindle Fire.
Grand Rapids, Michigan, 1974 Another body is found. Another one of Maurice’s victims. But as the law draws near, everything starts to change… Kenneth thinks things are finally looking up in his life. He has a wonderful partner in Maurice, and a future that looks bright… or so it seems. As more murders occur, and the police learn more about the Western Michigan Serial Killer, Kenneth’s world begins to crack. Maybe his perfect lover isn’t as perfect as he thought. Maurice spirals further and further out of control, losing sight of who he is—is he an immoral, murderous artist, or a sweet, caring boyfriend? How long can he hide the truth from Kenneth before it all comes crashing down, ending his life as he knows it? Would Kenneth still love him if he knew? [All Yesterday’s Papers is Book Two of the All Tomorrow’s Photos duology. It is not a standalone, and must be read after Book One. This duology is a dark MM romance story not intended for a young audience. Contains graphic depictions of violence(blood and gore), and explicit sexual content.]
These eight stories deal with ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances, war and its aftershocks prominent among them, where the reality is often much more surreal than fiction.
