The Coffee Magnate and Other Tales?a richly disturbing, darkly comedic, and macabre collection?hits a new low as an insulting portrait of life?s slimy underbelly and humanity at its worst, guaranteed to offend the most insensitive readers. These 17 stories of senseless death, suicide, slaughter, and death-defiance, flanked by episodes of debacle, divorce, alcoholism, drug abuse, prostitution, greed, malpractice, murder, mysticism, and madness, culminate in a hell of mankind?s creation, an apocalypse, and the end of so-called civilization.
This intriguing collection of eleven short stories The Feather and Other Tales from Pembina County centers on Homer Swensen, the sheriff of Pembina County, North Dakota, who combines his interest in birds with his profession of solving crimes. In these stories, Homer faces a variety of crimes that most of us could not even contemplate. In the story "The Feather," the sheriff is confronted by a bank robbery committed by a pair of men who have baffled the FBI on six previous robberies. Homer finds a pinkish feather in the grill of a car and recognizes it as coming from a hybrid population of the Northern Flicker, unique to eastern North Dakota, which allows him to identify the thieves. In "Excalibur," he traces a three-hundred-year-old Amati violin to a Duluth gangster unjustly accused of murder. In "Sylvia," he is pursued by a divorcee who hopes to entrap him through his interest in nature. Homer nearly falls victim to the mushroom poison that has killed a mycologist - a scientist who studies fungi - in the story "Amanita." And in "The Ice Woman," a woman's body is found frozen solid after two nights in subzero weather. She was strangled by someone using Homer's scarf, so he works with the coroner to unravel her last hours and identify the real killer.
TWO OCCULT TALES are now together in one volume: Respect for the Dead, set in Africa, and the gripping sequel, Sleight Return, set in witchy New England.
Who wants to marry a billionaire? That’s the name of Jason’s game… Shrewd businessman and billionaire playboy Jason Donnelly built his multimedia corporation from the ground up. As his thirty-fifth birthday rapidly approaches, he realizes that having all the money in the world doesn’t mean anything if you don’t have anyone to share it with. Unfortunately, his womanizing ways make it difficult to find a woman who isn’t just after his money. Naïve college graduate, Jerrica is career minded and eager to work her way up the ladder at her new PR job. With no time for something as frivolous as a relationship, she’s determined to get ahead in the business world. They both know what they want, but the question is who will get it. Will Jason’s games win him the victory, or will Jerrica see right through him? Stocks rise, love ignites, and passion rules. Will Jerrica let the allure of sexy Jason Donnelly sway her towards falling in love? Or will he have to look elsewhere for a potential bride and mother for an heir? Genre: New adult romance, romantic comedy Book 2 of 3 Billionaire Seeks An Heir Series: Book 1: Unplanned Fairy Tale Book 2: Unraveled Lives Book 3: Unforgettable Melody Keywords: new adult, contemporary romance, billionaire, bbw, curvy, steamy, sexy romance, alpha hero, comedy, humor, wealthy hero, alpha hero, alpha male, love story, women's fiction, workplace, billionaire romance, love, passion, angst, edge, strong heroine, bad boy, tycoon
We walked and we walked and it seemed like hours before we finally made it to the cemetery and, since it was the first cemetery Eddie and Robert had ever visited, it took a lot of enticing to lure them in. “Stop bawling,” Aunt Katie screamed as she grabbed her sons by their scrawny arms and started to drag them through the half-opened gates. “We’re only going to be here a few minutes to meet your grandpa, and then we’ll go home.” Well, the minute Eddie heard the words, “meet your grandpa,” he let out a scream that could have awakened grandpa from his twenty-year nap. And as soon as Eddie started bawling, Robert grabbed hold of the iron gate with a resolution that would have done Hercules proud. Meanwhile, I decided that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to say hi to grandpa after all. Maybe we should just toss the pretty plastic flowers over the fence and run like hell. “We’re not going to see grandpa,” my mother said, “we’re just going to pay him a little respect. He’s dead and he’s buried and he’s going to stay that way! Now get a grip and follow me.”
South Seas Cong is a lurid hodgepodge of seven previously published Pacific island taleshumorous, mystical, romantic, occult, tragic, transsexual, or death-defying, featuring sharks, centipedes, parasites, sacred cows, fortunetellers, prisoners, beatings, shootings, the devil, and the walking dead.
