Lena is a hardworking, independent woman who wondered if her Prince Charming would ever come. Dealing with one bad relationship after another, Lena decided just for one night that she would go out and have fun. She called one of her best friends to join her for a night out on the town. She just wanted to let their hair down with no drama. She never in a million years expected to meet anyone, especially Jeff. Lenas one-night stand with Jeff, a Prince Charming runner-up, was supposed to be a night with no strings attached. That one night, a night of bliss, changed Lenas life forever. That night, her one night, brought more drama to Lenas life than she could have ever imagined.
Fiercely liberal Monica Remy prefers to blend in. Despite her tattoos, piercings, and outspoken personality, she transferred to Central to escape--before she finds out that her next door neighbor is the uber conservative governor's son, Trey Chapman.No matter how hard she tries to avoid Trey, he still finds a way to get under her skin. Monica can't stand his crisp white shirts or his staunch views on women. But she can't help counting every freckle on his face and wondering what it would feel like to have him stop talking politics and kiss her.A class debate project forces the unlikely pair to work together, and the political lines are blurred in late-night make out sessions. But despite their fiery chemistry, Trey's politics threatens to smother their relationship for good. Books in The Only Series: The Only Exception (Trey and Monica) The Only One (John Boy and Melanie) The Only Answer (Trey and Monica) The Only Way (Tripp and Sam) The Only Difference (Short Stack and Betsy) The Only Chance - part of the Twisted Fairy Tales Anthology (Trigg and Veronica) Spin-Offs: The Forever Wild series (Wes and Valerie) The Forever Sweet series (Brick and Paige)
Wall Street is where poker and modern finance?and the theory behind these "games"?clash head on. In both worlds, real risk means real money is made or lost in a heart beat, and neither camp is always rational with the risk it takes. As a result, business and financial professionals who want to use poker insights to improve their job performance will find this entertaining book a "must read." So will poker players searching for an edge in applying the insights of risk-takers on Wall Street.
"Exhilarating, like a swift ride through river rapids with a spunky, sexy gal handling the oars."—Washington Post Book World In Pam Houston's critically acclaimed collection of strong, shrewd, and very funny stories, we meet smart women who are looking for the love of a good man, and men who are wild and hard to pin down. "I've always had this thing for cowboys, maybe because I was born in New Jersey,” says the narrator in the collection’s title story. “But a real cowboy is hard to find these days, even in the West.” Our heroines are part daredevil, part philosopher, all acute observers of the nuances of modern romance. They go where their cowboys go, they meet cowboys who don't look the part – and they have staunch friends who give them advice when the going gets rough. Cowboys Are My Weakness is a refreshing and realistic look at men and women – together and apart.
A WALL STREET JOURNAL BESTSELLER As Alexis Ohanian learned when he helped to co-found the immensely popular reddit.com, the internet is the most powerful and democratic tool for disseminating information in human history. And when that power is harnessed to create new communities, technologies, businesses or charities, the results can be absolutely stunning. In this book, Alexis will share his ideas, tips and even his own doodles about harnessing the power of the web for good, and along the way, he will share his philosophy with young entrepreneurs all over the globe. At 29, Ohanian has come to personify the dorm-room tech entrepreneur, changing the world without asking permission. Within a couple of years of graduating from the University of Virginia, Ohanian did just that, selling reddit for millions of dollars. He's gone on to start many other companies, like hipmunk and breadpig, all while representing Y Combinator and investing in over sixty other tech startups. WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION is his personal guidebook as to how other aspiring entrepreneurs can follow in his footsteps.
"Our people prefer boys, because a girl's life is difficult. It's difficult in every sore of family and among all nationalities. A girl's life is not like a man's life. She has no assurance of being happy in her marriage. And her main purpose in life is to marry and to have children. A girl's and a woman's lives are a trial whatever happens. I don't know why."—Om Gad Their stories are fresh and vivid, recording the various roles of being co-wife in a polygamous marriage, the complications of divorce, the rituals of female circumcision and marriage, the loss of children, life-long hate and its source, the position of witchcraft and superstition in their daily lives, primitive health practices, and managing a family's meager resources, including the gold or silver khul-khaal anklets worn by married women. These self-portraits are fascinating reading and a mine of information for anyone interested in understanding contemporary Egyptian life. A foreword by anthropologist Andrea Rugh and photographs by Asma el-Bakry are included.
Sex in your seventies, a google search, begins this humorous story about senior single relationships. Kayla comes up with the idea that without a partner she is at a disadvantage. She goes online over a one year period in search of a compatible companion in spite of the many self-doubts and second thoughts that arise from a persistent, outspoken inner voice that criticizes her unmercifully. Follow her journey as she meets five potential companions telling about each encounter as it takes place (yes, the author did the research herself). Along the way, she bumps into many surprises and learns a few things about herself as well as online dating. Find out how Kayla turns her mundane existence into a more fulfilling life as she looks forward to the future. The sand in the hourglass may be running out but paradoxically, living for her is gearing up rather than winding down.
Step into the gritty and adrenaline-fueled world of law enforcement with Tales of Travis County, a memoir by Tommy Blackwell, a seasoned officer who spent over 25 years with the Travis County Sheriff’s Office. From heart-pounding moments on the front lines to quiet reflections on what it means to serve and protect, Blackwell shares unforgettable stories that capture both the intensity and humanity of policing. His firsthand experiences offer readers a rare and authentic glimpse into the life of a deputy sheriff, filled with danger, humor, and deep insight.
There was a buzz all around camp; a new piece of equipment had arrived. We all wanted to get at it and play. I had had a rough run of late, which may be why I was picked as team leader that was to be first trained on the new toy. It was a can, with a long barrel, we guessed it was a new water cannon. The old ones looked similar and were effective, they were 96 Clive Andrews just a high pressure hose that sprayed water over a rioting crowd, it cooled them down and you could knock them down sometimes but that was about it. This new toy was fantastic, it fired water, but in single shots, each shot released a gallon of water at about 30 miles an hour. On the target range, we smashed every target with one shot on each. So long as they hit the target. I couldnt wait to use this little baby out on the streets. I didnt have to wait long, the orange men marched regularly during the summer season. We were sent out to aid crowd control, I hoped it started going tits up. As expected, it did. I had two sections covering me, armed with rubber bullets and some real ones too. My driver swung in to range and I had a perfect view from the flank. The only down side was to operate in comfort with maximum accuracy, you had to be standing up in the turret, so was open to be fired at. I couldnt care less, I just wanted to use this huge water pistol. I took aim and fired, just a single shot, fuck me, I thought. The paddy it hit, took off. I got him square in the chest, and he landed about six feet away, on his back then curled up in a ball to protect himself. He never knew what hit him. The snatch squad went forward and grabbed him. They dragged him behind our cover, cuffed him then threw him into the back of a police van. Me, I just opened up on the brick-throwing crowd. It was effective if I hit the front ones and lifted them into those behind, this was better than ten-pin bowling. I had a hundred gallon water tank on board and was determined to go back empty. I hit one after the other, sending them flying. The snatch squad ran out of places to put those they arrested, so gave up. They just watched, jealously. As I fired at the crowd. I caught sight of a group of four or five youths, huddled together. This did not look good, as I had stopped firing for a few seconds the troops around me knew something was not right so everyone was looking to try and see what was about to happen. A soldier who was up on top of my mobile water pistol, screamed, Petrol bombs. That was all it took for hell to open up on them. I fired three shots in quick succession at the group, with two of the snatch squads firing two rubber bullets all pretty much all at the same time. The result was brilliant. The whole group took off and went through the shop window they were standing in front off. We drove forward at them to disperse the crowd, it made snatching them easier. The fuel OMG 97 they were about to throw at us, split and ignited, There was a big fireball that blew out the remaining sheet of glass in the shop front. One of our potential attackers fell to the ground and not through the window, he was now covered with broken glass and blood was running from a cut on his face. From where I was sitting I couldnt see what damage had been done and didnt really care either. The remaining four lads were now engulfed in the fireball inside the shop. I did think about letting the fuckers burn, but then the smell of burning flesh was nasty whether it was friend or foe, so I fired several more shots into the shop. As the snatch squad raced in to cuff and arrest the fire bombers they turned the lad on the floor over. He was a mess, a shared of glass had gone into his right eye, another had gone into his throat. He was not going to make it. We tried but he was dead before the ambulance could get through the stone throwing crowd. I suppose it was justice, their own man dead because of their actions. The remaining four
