From Award-Winning Author Cassandra Blizzard When popular romance author Carson Sawyer learns that the spokesman for the Traditional Seminole plans to sue her, she decides to travel to South Florida to convince him to drop the case. She doesn’t expect him to be quite so dynamic, intelligent, generous, or gorgeous. Despite her convictions not to become too enamored with this Everglades legend, she finds him difficult to resist. John Tallman is not pleased. He expected Carson Sawyer to confront him in a court of law, not on his own turf. He does not take kindly to her attempts to infiltrate his camp and convince him to drop his lawsuit. But she’s so determined, so earnestly sincere about her innocence. Carson Sawyer may be too much for his wild Florida heart to resist.
"The Florida Wildlife Corridor Expedition shows the world that beyond beaches and theme parks, the heart of Florida is still wild--and can still be saved. In 2012, four explorers enter the Everglades and, 100 days later, reach the Okefenokee Swamp in southern Georgia. They paddle, peddle and hike more than 1,000 miles up the spine of Florida to call attention to this remaining natural corridor so essential to the survival of wildlife and to the well-being of Florida's ever-growing population. Stunning photographs by Carlton Ward Jr and essays by fellow explorers bring the story to life in vivid detail. Travel with them to discover the rivers, swamps, prairies, springs and forests, along with private cattle ranches and timberlands, which unite to form the corridor. Learn about wide-ranging wildlife like the Florida black bear and Florida panther and meet the gladesmen, cowboys and other heroes who work to protect the corridor for us all. The Florida Wildlife Corridor project is a collaborative vision to connect remaining natural lands, waters, working farms and ranches from the Everglades to Georgia, protecting a functional ecological corridor for the health of people and wildlife. The Florida Wildlife Corridor Expedition, led by photographer Carlton Ward Jr, biologist Joe Guthrie, conservationist Mallory Lykes Dimmitt and filmmaker Elam Stoltzfus, was a 100 day, 1000 mile trek in early 2012 that explored the last remaining natural path through the length of the Florida peninsula. The journey will be featured in a film to debut nationally on Public Television in April, 2013" -- Amazon.com.
A Land Remembered has become Florida's favorite novel. Now this Student Edition in two volumes makes this rich, rugged story of the American pioneer spirit more accessible to young readers. Patrick Smith tells of three generations of the MacIveys, a Florida family battling the hardships of the frontier. The story opens in 1858, when Tobias and Emma MacIvey arrive in the Florida wilderness with their son, Zech, to start a new life, and ends in 1968 with Solomon MacIvey, who realizes that his wealth has not been worth the cost to the land. Between is a sweeping story rich in Florida history with a cast of memorable characters who battle wild animals, rustlers, Confederate deserters, mosquitoes, starvation, hurricanes, and freezes to carve a kingdom out of the Florida swamp. In this volume, meet young Zech MacIvey, who learns to ride like the wind through the Florida scrub on Ishmael, his marshtackie horse, his dogs, Nip and Tuck, at this side. His parents, Tobias and Emma, scratch a living from the land, gathering wild cows from the swamp and herding them across the state to market. Zech learns the ways of the land from the Seminoles, with whom his life becomes entwined as he grows into manhood. Next in series > > See all of the books in this series
South Florida at the turn of the 20th century was a frontier region with its share of outlaws. Long before Bonnie and Clyde and John Dillinger, the notorious Ashley Gang robbed and terrorized the east coast of Florida. Many local sheriffs and chiefs of police tried to capture and hold these criminals between 1911 and 1924. It would be finally Stuart Chief of Police Oren 'O.B.' Padgett who would be an important member of the posse that would stop the Ashley Gang forever. The life and times of Padgett, a native of Florida, is fascinating all by itself. His many experiences, good and bad, are covered in this book ""O. B. Padgett - A Florida Son."" Most of the material is from the 'lost' writings he did of his life before his death in 1980.
WILD FLORIDA AS TOLD BY THE PIONEER "COW HUNTERS AND HUNTRESSES" WHO LIVED IT Two hundred years ago, pioneer "cow hunters and huntresses" in search of a better place to grow their families and raise cattle forged their way into the heart of wild Florida. They survived by wit and fortitude and drove down stakes in the unforgiving land. Traveling in covered wagons, alongside their cattle, they carved rutted trails through pine forests, trudged through swamps, black clouds of mosquitoes, survived pestilence, and disease to settle on Florida's rich prairie grassland. These rugged men and women cultivated the land, grew crops, put up clapboard houses, and rounded-up "scrub cattle" left by early Spanish explorers to breed and improve their herd. These pioneer families passed down their heritage of hard work and persistence. As Norman Proveaux, pioneer Myakka rancher puts it, "true 'cow hunters' are bred not made." Indiantown "cow huntress" Iris Wall, quips, she is a "Florida cracker with a little extra salt!" These are the true adventures of wild Florida told by the pioneer "cow hunters and huntresses" who lived it and gave birth to the Florida cattle industry. CONTACT: Nancy Dale, Ph.D. (863) 214-8351 or www.nancydalephd.com or [email protected]
Normal0falsefalsefalseEN-USX-NONEX-NONEMicrosoftInternetExplorer4 Inside knowledge from Florida's greats "A tribute to some of the most outstanding fishing personalities of our time. If you have a passion for fishing Florida's waters, you will love this book."--Carlene Fredericka Brennen, champion angler and coeditor ofRandy Wayne White's Ultimate Tarpon Book "The famous characters of Florida fishing live again in these pages. Kelly's is the best kind of writing about angling--the kind that you want to take your time to enjoy, that at the same time compels you to go out fishing immediately."--David Conway, managing editor,Florida Sportsman, and author of Fishing Key West and the Lower Keys As one of the most lauded fishing destinations in the United States, boasting world records on varieties of fish, Florida has proven irresistible to the world's top anglers for more than 100 years. Florida's Fishing Legends and Pioneers systematically chronicles the exploits of the most influential men and women of the sport throughout the state. Chosen by Doug Kelly for their contributions to the techniques, equipment, and strategies of fishing--and often radiating colorful personalities--these "hall of fame" legends and pioneers have helped preserve the Sunshine State as a top fishing destination that currently draws nearly five million anglers to its bountiful waters each year. Interviews with such current angling luminaries as Lefty Kreh, Stu Apte, Mark Sosin, Joan Salvato Wulff, Roland Martin, Guy Harvey, Al Pflueger Jr., and a number of other renowned figures are found throughout the book. Organized chronologically, this intelligent and captivating book provides readers a greater and more accurate perspective on how recreational fishing in Florida evolved over more than a century. It also features rare historical information and photographs from past decades. Florida's Fishing Legends and Pioneers is for everyone, from novice to master, who loves fishing!
Robots for personal pleasure turned killing machine. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "Action packed from the start. Great science fiction, romance and suspense in perfect proportion. Five stars for Cassandra Ormond" -YourBookAuthors.com ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "It's well written, well paced, and fun to read." ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "The heroine, Angelique, is strong, smart and beautiful, a powerful combination." ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "The action starts in the first chapter, and only stops long enough for you to catch your breath before starting up again." ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "A science fiction thriller-romance, and does a really good work in all those areas." Angelique works for a cutting edge robotics company programming and designing some of the most lifelike robots in the world. She’s spent her life working to achieve her goals, only to realize that her skills have been used to build a killing machine. Now she’s running for her life, hiding in plain sight, and praying that no one discovers her secret. Excerpt: 👇🏻 The interior of the box was so cramped that she couldn't even bend her arms. She'd spent a portion of the night wiggling her toes and fingers to try to keep her circulation going, but the effort was only moderately successful. The idea of being trapped inside the box until she arrived at her point of destination was beginning to weigh on her. She was thirsty, so thirsty. She knew she wouldn't have anything to drink for hours yet. Maybe this plan wasn't so good after all. If she arrived on the other end in bad condition, sweating, dirty and faint from dehydration...what then? The box shifted hard, pushing Angelique's left shoulder tightly against the wall of the interior. She tried not to make any noise, tried to remain rigid and still as the box was lifted into the air. She knew she was now on an air-dolly, being transported to the waiting van. If she could just hold out for three more hours.... You're gonna make it. If she could just make it through the plane trip, she'd be out of the box soon. Then she could breathe again, rest, and think more clearly. She would have time to come up with a way to survive, and maybe even stop Roth. She braced herself against the sudden slanting motion as the shipping box slid off the dolly and onto the floor of the vehicle. A second later, she heard the van doors close and the engine start. It was a relief to know that she was being shipped as a single unit, flown from a private airport that was not far away. She wouldn't have to wait long before she was in the air, flying to Connecticut. The ride to the airport was maddening. She tried to use a meditation technique she'd learned recently to calm herself, to keep her blood pressure down and her heart rate within normal range. But every little jostle startled her and raised the ugly fears again. Thirty minutes later her box was secured in the shipping compartment of a private jet. Fifteen minutes after that she felt the roar of the engines and the angle of attack as the jet left the tarmac and hurtled into the sky. Two more hours. Only two. Maybe she should stop counting the minutes down. Go back to meditating. If only she didn't have to pee. She stifled a sneeze and tried to think about anything but the growing pressure in her bladder. She couldn't pee in her suit, in the box. Although the packing paper beneath her would absorb most of it, the acrid smell would be a dead giveaway. Inside the silence of her prison there was little to do except contemplate the terror of the circumstances she had been thrown into. Occasionally, she rotated her ankles briskly in an attempt to keep her blood flowing, shifting an inch to the left, then an inch to the right. She never realized how painful it was to lie in one position for too long. Her arms prickled, and her legs were numb and painful all at the same time. And the dusty packing material had her on the edge of a sneeze most of the time. She had to fight the urge to turn over to keep her blood moving. It was a natural instinct that was so persistent she felt she would scream at times. She tried everything to keep her mind off her body's automatic response to being motionless for so long, and finally settled into solving tough mathematical equations as the best way to keep her mind busy. Eventually, the steady thrum of the jet engines soothed her into a light sleep. She woke to a sneeze that had been brewing for hours then froze in panic, waiting for someone to notice. But no. No one could have noticed. She was deep in the fuselage of the plane. She was alone. And still in the air. She could tell by the steady throb of the engines. But the sneeze was the least of her problems. The pressure in her bladder had become unbearable. "You don't have to pee," she told herself. "You don't have to pee." She couldn't hold it any longer. The pain was so intense. If she could just.... "Oh, God," she whispered. "You do have to pee. You do...." She couldn't help it. There was nothing else for her to do. She relaxed the sphincter blocking her urethra and allowed the urine to flow. The pressure in her bladder slowly ebbed away, giving her instant relief. But the warm wetness already felt horrible. In just a matter of minutes, her thighs would be damp and itchy from the urine settling into the cloth of her jumpsuit. She could only hope it dried at least halfway before the plane touched down in Connecticut. If it didn't, she would be faced with an even bigger problem. She stared at the top of the box for what seemed like an eternity, trying to ignore the wetness beneath her derriere and between her thighs, trying to ignore the faint smell of urine, the numbness in her legs and feet, the discomfort in her back, the insanity that was slowly creeping in on her. And then something happened that nearly caused her to scream in complete and utter madness. Something crept up onto her cheek, paused, tickled its way up closer to her left eye, paused again, and sat there. Eight legs. It took every ounce of her will not to scream. A tear squeezed out of her eye, rolled down her cheekbone and fell into her hair. She alternately held her breath and then let it out in short pants, only to suck another breath in and hold it before expelling it in a short gust. It was the only way she could keep from screaming, keep herself from kicking and punching at the box lid and screaming for someone to let her out. She felt like she had enough adrenaline in her body to tear the lid off herself and leap from the plane, anything to get this thing off her face. The spider sat there on her cheek, not moving. It had obviously made use of the holes she had bored into the wooden sides of the box. And now it was enjoying the darkness of its newfound surroundings and driving her crazy with its soft legs, its furry body. Don't! her brain silently screamed. Don't think about it! It's not there! It's not there! Angelique hated spiders with a vengeance. And now one was sitting on her cheek, motionless and comfortable, except for the occasional slight movement of a leg. She was trapped in a box, with very little oxygen, forty-five thousand feet above the earth, with a spider on her face, and she couldn't even raise a hand to swipe it off. The box was so confining that her nose almost scraped the lid. She was afraid to sweep her head to one side in hopes the thing would fall off, afraid of being bitten. If she were bitten, her skin would react like human skin, a welt would appear, and everyone would know that she was no robot. "Jesus, get a grip," she told herself. "It's just a...." She couldn't say the word. She decided to stop thinking about it. It's not there. It's not there. Another sneeze was forming. She wrinkled her nose in an attempt to stop it. The movement disturbed the spider. It bolted down her cheek. Angelique clenched her eyes and mouth tightly shut as it ran down her chin, across her neck, and off somewhere where she couldn't feel its legs tickling her bare skin. She was relieved to have the thing off her face, but she knew it was still somewhere in the box with her. And that was not a comforting thought. Tears burned her eyes. She was losing her resolve. Panicking too much. So afraid and stressed that she was now convinced she would be met in Connecticut by Roth himself and quickly dispatched, just as he had planned all along. High Tech, Robots, Artificial Intelligence, Mystery, Love, Cyberpunk, Corporation, Strong Female Lead, Sexy, Action, Adventure, Scifi, AI, Artificial Intelligence,
In his famous and influential book Travels, the naturalist William Bartram described the St. Johns riverfront in east Florida as an idyllic, untouched paradise. Bartram’s account was based on a journey he took down the river in 1774. Or was it? Historians have relied upon the integrity of the information in William Bartram's Travels for centuries, often concluding from it that the British (the colonial power from 1763 to 1783) had not engaged in large-scale land development in Florida. However, the well-documented truth is that the St. Johns riverfront was not in a state of unspoiled nature in 1774; it was instead the scene of drained wetlands and ambitious agricultural developments including numerous successful farms and plantations. Unsuccessful settlements could also be found, William Bartram's own foundered venture among them. Evidence for the existence of these settlements can still be found in archives in the United Kingdom and in the family papers of the descendants of British East Florida settlers and absentee landowners. So why did Bartram choose to erase them from history? Was his insistence on a pristine paradise in Travels based on an early expedition that he and his father, the botanist John Bartram, conducted in 1764–65? Was his distaste for development a result of bitterness and shame over his own failed settlement? Daniel Schafer explores all of these questions in this intriguing book, reconstructing the sights and colorful stories of the St. Johns riverfront that Bartram rejected in favor of an illusory wilderness. At last, the full story of William Bartram's famous journey and the histories of the plantations he "ghosted" are uncovered in this eminently readable, highly informative, and extremely entertaining volume.
