Then, when they put you in the front rank of the circling dance, Bacchus there in the middle with his cunning wand, then I will let the sacred ivy berries hang from my head: You ask why I come to you late? Then in the midst, the temple reared up in bright marble, dearer to Phoebus than his Ortygian land. Right on the top were two chariots of the Sun, and the doors of Libyan ivory, beautifully done. Next the Pythian god himself was singing, in flowing robes, between his sister and mother.
He who seemed to me, more beautiful than the true Phoebus, lips parted in marble song to a silent lyre. He who sees you sins: O Cynthia , why else do you search out dubious oracles at Praeneste , or the walls of Aeaean Telegonus? Why do chariots take you to Herculean Tibur? Why the Appian Way, so often, to Lanuvium? But the crowd tell me not to trust you, when it sees you rush faithfully, carrying a torch, on fire, to the sacred grove, and bear light to the goddess Trivia.
Lately a rumour spoke evil in my ear, and nothing good was said about you in the city. Apollo bears witness that your hands are clean. Helen abandoned her country for a foreign lover, and was brought home again alive without being judged. They say that Venus herself was corrupted by libidinous Mars , but was always honoured, nevertheless, in heaven. Contemplating such debaucheries, surely no one asks: Where did his gifts come from? Lesbia did all these things before, with impunity: So if you imitate Greek and Roman women, I sentence you to be free for life!
The wretched rites are back again: This goddess, whoever she was, who so often separates lovers, was always ill-natured. Surely Io you learnt from hidden couplings with Jove , what it is to go many ways, when Juno ordered you, a girl, to wear horns, and lose your speech to the harsh sound cows make. Oh, how often you galled your mouth on oak-leaves, and chewed, in your stall, on once-eaten strawberry leaves! Why take such a long journey to Rome? What good is it to you that the girls sleep alone? Perish the man who discovered neat wine, and first corrupted good water with nectar!
Icarius you were rightly killed by Cecropian farmers, you have found how bitter the scent is of the vine. You, Eurytion the Centaur , also died from wine, and Polyphemus , you by Ismarian neat. Wine kills our beauty, and corrupts our youth: Let your table be drenched with more jets of Falernian , and foam higher in your golden cup. No girl ever willingly goes to bed alone: Passion is often greater in absent lovers: Mine was nearly stolen away like that. That god corrupts families, separates friends, and makes sad calls to arms to those in happy agreement.
Lynceus , you traitor, then, how could you lay hands on my darling? Could you have lived with the shame? Kill me with daggers or poison: You can be a companion in life and body: But the frown of strict morality will never fool me: My Lynceus, himself, insane at last with love! What use now the wisdom of Socratic works, or being able to talk of the nature of things?
Old men are no help with a great love. Stop composing tragic Aeschylean verse, stop and let your limbs go, in soft choric dancing. Begin to turn your verse on a tighter lathe, and come to your own flames, hardened poet. You shall not go more safely than Homer , or than Antimachus: Nor will you be able to suffer harsh love on your own. First, your truculence must be quelled by me. Look at me, with hardly any wealth left to my family, with no ancestral triumphs long ago, but here I rule the fun, among the crowd of girls, by the intellect you disparage!
Give way you Roman authors! Give way you Greeks! Under the pine-trees of shadowed Galaesus , you sing, of Thyrsis and Daphnis , with the practised flute, and how the gift of ten apples, or an un-weaned kid, can corrupt a girl. Happy who buys their love cheaply with apples! Tityrus herself, the unkind, might sing for that. Happy that Corydon who tries to snatch virgin Alexis , delight of his master, the farmer! And you sing the precepts of old Hesiod , the poet, what plains crops grow well on, what hills should grow vines. You make such music as Apollo mingles, fingers plucking his cunning lyre.
The swan dies, melodious, with no less spirit, though with less effrontery than the ignorant song of the goose. And but now, in the waters of Hell, dead Gallus washed multiple wounds, from lovely Lycoris! Ghosts of Callimachus , and shrines of Coan Philetas , I pray you, allow me to walk in your grove. I am the first to enter, a priest of the pure fountain, to celebrate Italian mysteries in the rhythms of Greece. Tell me in what valley did you both spin out your song?
On what feet did you enter? Which waters did you drink? Away with the man who keeps Phoebus stuck in battle! Let verse be finished, polished with pumice — because of it Fame lifts me high above Earth, and, born of me, a Muse goes, in triumph, with flower-hung horses, and young Loves ride with me in a chariot, and a crowd of writers hangs at my wheels.
Why struggle, vainly, against me, with slack reins? Rome , many will add praises to your story, singing that Persia will be a boundary of Empire: Muses grant your poet gentle garlands: Their own soil would scarcely know Deiphobus , Helenus , Pulydamas , or Paris embracing any kind of arms.
Nor would Homer , himself, who wrote your fall, not feel his work made greater by posterity. And Rome will praise me among later generations: I foresee that day myself, after the fire. Let me return, meanwhile, to the world of my poetry: They say that Orpheus , with his Thracian lyre, tamed wild creatures, held back flowing rivers: No wonder if, befriended by Bacchus and Phoebus , a crowd of girls cherish my words?
My poems are so many records of your beauty. Mind stands firm, a deathless ornament. Then Phoebus , spotting me, from his Castalian grove, leant on his golden lyre, by a cave, saying: Who asked you to meddle with epic song? Why is your page wrenched from its destined track?
Scrape an oar through the water, the other through sand: He said it, and showed me a place with his ivory plectrum, where a new path had been made in mossy ground. This one chose ivy for a wand, that one tuned the strings for a song, and another planted roses with either hand. And one of this crowd of goddesses touched me it was Calliope , I think, by her face , saying: So Calliope said, and, drawing up liquid from her fountain, sprinkled my lips with the waters of Philetas. Caesar , our god, plots war against rich India , cutting the straits, in his fleet, over the pearl-bearing ocean. Men, the rewards are big: Tiber , and Euphrates will flow to your tune.
Go, get going, prows expert in battle: I sing you auspicious omens. And avenge that disaster of Crassus! Go and take care of Roman history! May Venus herself protect your children: Let the prize go to those who earned it by their efforts: O primal earth shaped badly by Prometheus! He set to work on the heart without enough care. He laid the body out with art, but forgot the mind: Conquered and conqueror mingled, as one, in the shadows: Captive Jugurtha , you sit by Marius the Consul: Croesus of Lydia not far from Dulichian Irus: It pleases me too to cloud my mind with much wine, and always have spring roses round my head.
This is the end of life that waits for me: Every messenger should be without deceit: Now, start to tell it from the first inception, if you can: So, did you see her weep with dishevelled hair, vast waters pouring from her eyes? Did you see no mirror, Lygdamus, on the covers, on the bed? No rings on her snow-white fingers? And a mourning-robe hanging from her soft arms, and her letter-case closed lying by the foot of the bed. Was the house sad, and her servants sad, carding thread, and she, herself spinning among them, and pressing the wool to her eyes, drying their moisture, and going over our quarrel in querulous tones?
If that pleases him, let him mock at my death, Lygdamus. The spider will weave corruption in his empty bed, and Venus will sleep, herself, on their nights together. While he was chasing you, the poor man was cut down in his prime, and floats an alien food for far-off fish. Paetus, the seabirds hover over your bones, and you have the whole Carpathian Sea now for a tomb. Cruel North-Wind , whom ravished Orithyia feared, how great are the spoils to be won from him? Why do you find joy in shipwreck, Neptune? That ship carried righteous men. Paetus, why number your years: The waves have no gods.
Though your cables were fastened to rocks, the storms in the night fell on them: Return his body to earth: Worthless sands, of your own will, cover Paetus. Go, and shape curving keels, and weave the causes of death: Earth was too small for fate, we have added the oceans: Can the anchor hold you, whom the household gods could not?
Nature lying in wait has paved the watery paths of greed: Atrides would not let the fleet sail, for the loss of this boy, and Iphigenia was sacrificed through this delay. The cliffs of Caphareus shattered a triumphant fleet, when the Greeks were shipwrecked drawn down by the salt mass. Ulysses wept for his comrades hurled down one by one: From him, still living, the surge tore away his nails, and unwillingly, poor man, his throat swallowed the waters: Still he gave this command, weeping, with his last moans, as the dark wave closed over his dying breath: Are these guilty hands I bring to your seas?
Alas for me, the sharp cliffs of the halycon will tear me! The dark-green god has struck me with his trident. At least let the tide hurl me on Italian shores: But you, fierce Northern Wind, will never see my sails: Our quarrel by lamplight last night was sweet to me, and all those insults from your furious tongue, when frenzied with drinking you pushed the table back, and threw full glasses over me, with an angry hand. Truly bold, attack my hair, you, and mark my face with your lovely nails, threaten to scorch my eyes with a flame beneath them, rip my clothes and bare my chest!
You give me certain signs of love: Let my friends see the wounds in my bitten neck: I want to suffer with love, or hear about suffering: I hate those sighs that never shatter sleep: I would always wish to turn pale for an angry girl. The passion was dearer to Paris when he could cut his way through Greek ranks to bring pleasure to his daughter of Tyndareus. Be glad, that no one equals your beauty: As for you, a Vulcan , who wove a net for our bed, may your father-in-law be immortal, and your house never lack her mother!
You who were granted the wealth of one stolen night, it was her anger against me, not love of you that gave it. Maecenas , knight of the blood of Etruscan kings, you who are keen to achieve success: All things are not equally suited to all: Apelles claims highest place for paintings of Venus: Parrhasius deserves his for art in miniature. For Phidias Jupiter clothes himself in an ivory statue: Though an officer of the Roman state, allowed to set up the axes of law, and judge in the midst of the Forum ; though you pass through the fierce spears of the Medes , and burden your house with weapons on nails; though Caesar grants you power to achieve things, and easy money slithers in all the time; you hold back, and, humbly, crouch in the lowly shadows: Let these poems inflame our youths, and our girls: Gentle patron seize the reins of my fresh undertakings, and give the sign with your right hand when my wheels are let loose.
I wondered what the Muses had sent me, at dawn, standing by my bed in the reddening sunlight. Let this day pass without a cloud, the winds still in the air, and threatening waves fall gently on dry land. Let me see no one sad today: And oh, you, my dearest girl, born to happy auguries, rise, and pray to the gods who require their dues. First wash sleep away with pure water, and dress your shining hair with deft fingers.
And ask that the beauty that is your power may always be yours, and that your command over my person might last forever. Submit the strident flute to nocturnal dancing, and let your wantonness be free with words, and let sweet banqueting stave off unwelcome sleep, and the common breeze of the neighbouring street be full of the sound. And let fate reveal to us, in the falling dice, those whom the Boy strikes with his heavy wings. Why do you wonder if a woman entwines my life and brings a man enslaved under her rule? The sailor can best foretell his future fate, the soldier is taught by his wounds to nurture fear.
I once boasted like you when I was young: Amazon Penthesilea once dared to attack the Danaan fleet with arrows fired from horseback: Semiramis built Babylon , the Persian city, so that it rose a solid mass with ramparts of baked brick, and two chariots might set out on the walls, in opposite directions, without their axles touching and sides scraping: Why should I seize on heroes, why gods who stand accused? Jupiter shames himself and his house. Why Cleopatra , who heaped insults on our army, a woman worn out by her own attendants, who demanded the walls of Rome and the Senate bound to her rule, as a reward from her obscene husband?
Noxious Alexandria , place so skilled in deceit, and Memphis so often bloody with our grief, where the sand robbed Pompey of his three triumphs. Rome, no day will ever wipe away the stain. Better for you Pompey, ill at Naples, if your funeral procession had crossed the Phlegraean Plain, or that you had bowed your neck to Caesar , your father-in-law.
Celebrate a triumph Rome , and saved by Augustus beg long life for him!
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You fled then to the wandering mouths of frightened Nile: I saw your arms bitten by the sacred asps, and your limbs draw sleep in by a secret path. And your tongue spoke overpowered by endless wine: The gods founded them, may the gods protect these walls: Apollo of Actium will speak of how the line was turned: But you, sailor, whether leaving or making for harbour, be mindful of Caesar through all the Ionian Sea.
She in the meantime will pine away at each idle rumour, for fear your courage will cost you dear, or the arrows of Medes enjoy your death, or the armoured knight on a golden horse, or some bit of you be brought back in an urn to be wept over. Your morals deserve a different wife! What shall a girl do with no fear to guard her, with Rome to instruct her in its voluptuousness? On whatever day fate sends you safely home, modest Galla will hang about your neck. Postumus will be another Ulysses with a wife to wonder at: Not in vain, since his wife had stayed chaste at home.
The reason for such ruin is clear and certain: These weapons take sheltered modesty by storm: Happy that singular custom at the funerals of Eastern husbands that the reddening dawn colours with her chariot! The winners are inflamed and offer their breasts to the fire and rest their scorched faces on their husband. Here the race of brides is treacherous: Happy were the young country folk, once, peaceable: With such blandishments as these the kisses of girls were won, given to sylvan youths in secret hollows.
The pine leaned over them and threw its rich shadows round them: The horned ram, head of the flock, led back his sated ewes himself to the empty fold of Pan the shepherd god. But now the shrines decay in deserted groves: Money drives out loyalty, justice is bought for money, money rules the law, and, without the law, then shame.
For money, vile Polymestor of Thrace , reared you, Polydorus , in impious hospitality. Amphiaraus is lost, and his horses swallowed up, so that you Eriphyla can cover your shoulders with gold. I speak truth, but no one will believe. Since, neither was Cassandra , the Trojan Maenad , believed to be truthful in the ruin of Pergama: Her frenzies were fitting for her father and her house: You yourself can speak about things without a go-between: No Tyrian garments beguile roving eyes, no affected toying with perfumed hair. But my love goes surrounded by a great crowd, without the slimmest chance of getting an oar in: So let me know, now, no more storms in my love, and let the night not come to me when I lie awake without you!
While three years have passed it is not much less I can barely remember ten words between us. Your love has buried everything, no woman, since you, has thrown a sweet chain about my neck. Dirce is evidence, made jealous by a true reproach that Antiope had slept with her Lycus. How often she loaded the servant girl with unreasonable tasks, and ordered her to sleep on the hard ground! Often she suffered her to live in filth and darkness, often she refused her foul water for her thirst.
Heavy chains scar her wrists. Yet on her own, with whatever strength was in her body, she broke the royal manacles with both hands. It was night and her sad couch was scattered with frost. Driven from her house their mother tested her hard-hearted son Zethus and her son Amphion easily moved to tears.
And as the sea ceases its vast heaving, when the East wind leaves its assault on the South-West , and the coast is quiet, and the sounds of the shore diminish, so the girl sank on her bended knees. Still piety came though late: Dirce is your glory dragged along to meet death in many places.
But be careful of tormenting Lycinna who does not deserve it: May no story about us strike your ears: Commit myself to covering darkness, and fear audacious hands on my members? Yet if I were to ignore her message from fear, her weeping would be worse than an enemy in the night. Yet no one would hurt a sacred lover: The Moon helps him on his way; the stars light the ruts; Love shakes the blazing torch up ahead; raging wild dogs avert their gaping jaws. But if I knew my certain death followed the event, perhaps such a fate would be worth more to me.
Let a leafy tree hide me in quiet ground, or bury me entrenched in unknown sands: Now, O Bacchus , I prostrate myself humbly in front of your altars: Lovers are joined by you, by you set free. Bacchus wash this trouble from my soul. That you also are not innocent of love, Ariadne bears witness, drawn through the sky, by lynxes of yours, to the stars. This disease that has kept the flame in my bones from of old, the funeral pyre or your wine will heal. A sober night is always a torment for lonely lovers, and hope and fear strain their spirits this way and that.
Your white neck burdened with trailing clusters of ivy-berries, Bassareus , a Lydian turban crowns your hair. Your smooth throat will glisten with scented olive oil, and the flowing robe will brush your naked feet. Dircean Thebes will beat the soft drums, and goat-footed Pans will play on unstopped reeds. Nearby the Great Goddess, Cybele , with turreted crown will clash harsh cymbals in the Idaean dance.
The mixing bowl will stand in front of your temple doors, for wine to be poured over your sacrifice from the golden ladle. Only do you set me free from this despotic servitude, and conquer this anxious mind with sleep. He is dead, and his twentieth year is left ruined: All must still go there, of high or low station: Though a cautious man sheathe himself in iron or bronze, death will still drag out his hidden head. Let them carry this body void of its soul, to you, Boatman, who ferries across the dutiful shades: You often taunt me with my passion: The fire in burning corn will sooner be stamped out, the rivers return to the founts where they were born, the Syrtes offer quiet harbour, and savage Cape Malea offer the sailor kind welcome on its shore, than any man be able to restrain your course, or curb the spurs of your impetuous wantonness.
Witness Pasiphae who suffered the disdain of the Cretan bull, and wore the deceptive horns of the wooden cow. Myrrha too is a reproach, on fire for her aged father, buried in the foliage of a new-created tree. Why need I mention Medea , who, in her time as a mother, satisfied her fury by the murder of her children? Or Clytemnestra through whom the whole House of Mycenean Pelops remains infamous for her adultery?
That was the dowry the virgin pledged to his enemy! Nisus , treacherous love opened your city gates. And you, unmarried ones, burn torches of happier omen: Still Minos does not sit as a judge in Hell without reason: Cruel the man who could exchange his girl for wealth!
Was all Africa worth as much as those tears? But you, foolish girl, think idle words are gods. Perhaps he wears out his heart on another passion. Your house is fortunate, if only your lover is true. My first night has come! Grant me the space of a first night: Moon linger longer over our first couch. You also Phoebus , who prolong the fires of summer, shorten the path of your lingering light.
First the terms must be laid out, and the pledges sealed, and the contract written for my new love. Amor with his own seal binds these tokens: How many hours must give way to my discourse, before Venus urges sweet battles on us! Let the first omens keep us loyal. So then, who breaks the pledges sworn on the altars, and dishonours the nuptial rites on a strange bed, let him know all the miseries love is used to: For love for my girl grows with constant gazing: Hoist happy sails to the top of the mast: Towers of Rome , and you, my friends, farewell, and farewell you too, girl, whatever you meant to me!
Either the passage of years, or the long spaces of the deep will heal the wounds in my silent breast: And Cybele of Dindymus fashioned from carved tusks; and the path taken by the horses of Dis the rapist? Though the cities of Helle , daughter of Athamas , delight you, perhaps, Tullus, still be moved by my longing. Fame is not ashamed of your history Rome. Since our power is established by loyalty as much as weapons: But no horned snakes slithering on scaly bellies, Italian waters are not seething with strange monsters. No savage Bacchantes hunt Pentheus through the trees, nor are Greek ships set free by the substitution of a doe.
This place gave you birth, Tullus, this is your sweetest home, here is honour to seek, worthy of your people. Here are citizens for your oratory: So, my clever writing-tablets are lost, then, and so many good texts too! They were worn away by my hands former usage, and they required good faith by not being sealed. Moreover without me they knew how to pacify my girls, and how to speak eloquent words without me. Such as they were they stayed faithful always to me, and always produced a good effect. Perhaps the tablets were entrusted with these words: Or did someone else seem lovelier to you?
Or did you spread some unkind slander about me? Oh well, now some miser writes his accounts on them, and places them with his dire ledgers! Whoever gives me them back can have gold: Go boy, and quickly stick these words on some column, and write that your master lives on the Esquiline. I often praised the many beauties combined in you, because love thought you were what you are not. Your aspect was often compared with rosy Dawn , though the beauty of your face was all applied by hand: This I confessed, in truth, not compelled by knife or flame, wrecked on Aegean waters.
I was bound, my hands twisted behind my back. Behold, my wreathed boats reach harbour, the Syrtes are past, and I cast anchor. I come to my senses now at last, weary of the wild surge, and my wounds are closed and healed. Good Sense , if there is such a goddess, I dedicate myself to your shrine! Jupiter was deaf to all my prayers.
I was laughed at among the guests seated for the banquet, and whoever wished was able to gossip about me. I managed to serve you faithfully for five years: Tears have no effect on me: I was ensnared by those wiles: Cynthia you only every wept with guile. I will weep, departing, but insult overcomes tears: Now goodbye to the threshold weeping at my words: May you long then to tear out white hairs by their roots, ah, when the mirror rebukes you with your wrinkles, and may you in turn, rejected, suffer proud arrogance, and, changed to an old woman, regret what you have done!
These are the dread events my pages prophesy for you: From Beyond the Grave. Here, whatever you see, stranger, which is mighty Rome , before Trojan Aeneas was hills and grass: These golden temples sprang from earthly gods: Tarpeian Jupiter thundered from a bare cliff, and Tiber was foreign to our cattle. The Curia that shines up there robed with the purple hem of the Senate, held the Fathers, dressed in animal skins, to its rustic heart.
No man cared to seek out alien gods: Vesta , poor, delighted in garlanded donkeys, and skinny cattle pulled cheap emblems. Their raw soldiers did not gleam with threatening armour: So were the Titienses , heroic Ramnes , and the Luceres of Solonium , so Romulus drove four white triumphal horses.
For certain Bovillae was hardly a suburb of the tiny city, and Gabii was greatly crowded, that now is nothing.
And Alba stood, powerful, founded through the omen of a white sow, when it was a long journey from there to Fidenae. Here, Troy , for the best, you sent your exiled household gods. Here, at such auguries, the Trojan vessel sailed! You win in vain! Wolf of Mars , the best of nurses to our State, what towers have sprung from your milk! Now to try and set out those towers in patriotic verse, ah me, how puny the sound that rises from my mouth! But however thin the streams that flow from my chest, it is all in the service of my country.
Let Ennius crown his verse with a shaggy garland: Bacchus , hold out to me leaves of your ivy, so that my books might make Umbria swell with pride, Umbria fatherland of the Roman Callimachus! Whoever sees the towers of Assisi climbing from the valley, honour those walls according to my genius! Rome , favour me, the work soars up for you: I will sing rites and days, and the ancient names of places: The threads you spin are not from a true distaff.
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Like any Riscoff worth the family name, I went after what I wanted. We burned like a flash fire until she married another man. She hates me, and she should. I objected on her wedding day. They say a Riscoff and a Gable can never live happily ever after. Richer Than Sin is book one of the Sin Trilogy. Guilty as Sin, book two, and Reveling in Sin, book 3 are available for preorder now. The twists and turns. And I'm coming undone after reading it. What a freaking ride. I can't catch my breath. This is a second chance romance meet Romeo and Juliet vibes. Lincoln and Whitney have stolen a piece of my heart!
She kicks off a brand new trilogy that is sure to please romance readers. All that goodness wrapped up in a beautiful package. A seriously beautiful package! I was not disappointed!! I gotta hand it to her. She sure knows how to start a series with a BANG! Family feud, forbidden romance, second chance romance, enemies-to-lovers, small-town romance, hidden romance, strong alpha, alpha hero, alpha billionaire, billionaire, billionaire heir, family business, celebrity, rockstar, famous, strong female lead, strong heroine. Hands down my new favorite series this year.
Hardt weaves magic with her keyboard and what remains is a beautifully written first installment about two people who are broken but not destroyed How Hardt weaves the past with the present, while keeping the reader guessing about the secrets the brothers barricade from others, is flawless. Together they build a steaming hot relationship you really root for from the first chapter!
After being left at the altar, Jade Roberts seeks solace at her best friend's ranch on the Colorado western slope. Her humiliation still ripe, she doesn't expect to be attracted to her friend's reticent brother, but when the gorgeous cowboy kisses her, all bets are off. Talon Steel is broken. Having never fully healed from a horrific childhood trauma, he simply exists, taking from women what is offered and giving nothing in return Passion sizzles between the two lovers But their powerful attraction ignited a powder keg of desire, and their once simple friendship has just become impossibly complicated.
Jay is totally devoted to his dangerous job. Yet being in his arms is a bad idea they keep repeating, again and again. When Alina is run off the road, Jay fears his job has made her a target. Because surviving and being together is the only thing that matters. Helen exceeded every expectation I had for this book. It was heart pounding, heartbreaking, intense, full throttle genius. Helen Hardt has truly blown me away with this series. It is dark, emotional, intense, horrifying, and utterly beautiful all mixed together.
To that end, she continues her investigation of the Steels…and unknowingly attracts some dangerous foes from their shrouded history. Talon loves Jade deeply and longs to possess her forever, so he faces his worst fears and exposes his rawest wounds in an attempt to heal. Hardt has continued to weave her web in this installment, and the results are every bit as good…or perhaps better…than what we have seen so far. With every answer, there is another question. That is definitely a proper name for this book.
Not only did I melt many times while reading it, I also went up in flames. Jonah Steel is intelligent, rich, and hard-working. As the oldest of his siblings, he was charged by his father to protect them. Melanie Carmichael has her own baggage. As Melanie and Jonah attempt to work through their issues together, desperately trying to ignore the desire brewing between them, ghosts from both their pasts surface…and danger draws near.
Six weeks ago, paramedics found me unconscious in my own home. I want nothing to do with those missing years. My own secrets are far more dangerous than the man I was engaged to. And in his bed. The book features vintage basses from through the mids—the golden age of guitar making. Science has figured out a lot of interesting aspects of self-discipline and willpower, but most of this knowledge is buried deep inside long and boring scientific papers. Here are just a couple things you will learn from the book: The story will make you laugh out loud, but its implications will make you think twice about your ability to control your urges.
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Account Options Sign in. True family connection is possible--and this essential guide shows us how. Popular parenting blogger Rebecca Eanes believes that parenting advice should be about more than just getting kids to behave. Struggling to maintain a meaningful connection with her two little ones and frustrated by the lack of emotionally aware books for parents, she began to share her own insights with readers online. Her following has grown into a thriving community--hundreds of thousands strong.
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Frenzied by their terrible experiences with Wehrmacht and SS brutality, they wreaked havoc—tanks crushing refugee columns, mass rape, pillage, and unimaginable destruction. Hundreds of thousands of women and children froze to death or were massacred; more than seven million fled westward from the fury of the Red Army.
It was the most terrifying example of fire and sword ever known. Antony Beevor, renowned author of D-Day and The Battle of Arnhem, has reconstructed the experiences of those millions caught up in the nightmare of the Third Reich's final collapse. The Fall of Berlin is a terrible story of pride, stupidity, fanaticism, revenge, and savagery, yet it is also one of astonishing endurance, self-sacrifice, and survival against all odds.
Happy to escape the demands of her life, she looks forward to her Friday Night Knitting Club, where she and her friends—Anita, Peri, Darwin, Lucie, and KC—exchange knitting tips, jokes, and their deepest secrets. A Novel Marian Keyes July 7, 2. A funny new novel from international bestselling author Marian Keyes about Irish beautician Stella Sweeney who falls ill, falls in love, then falls into a glamorous new life in New York City. When her dream life is threatened, will she rally to reclaim love and happiness? Until one day she is struck by a serious illness, landing her in the hospital for months.
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The husband is the natural suspect, but as Thanet and his partner, the dogged Sgt. Mike Lineham, dig into the case, they will discover a tantalizing connection to a powerful local barrister—and a secret that many people might have killed for. Charming, stylish, and endlessly absorbing, the CWA Silver Dagger—winning Luke Thanet mysteries are some of the best English police procedurals ever written. Doomed to Die is the 10th book in the Inspector Thanet Mysteries, but you may enjoy reading the series in any order.
Lieutenant Pat Montague spent the war dreaming of a return to his beloved: Huntley Cairns, and he has nothing to return to at all. Huntley was rumored to be involved in the black market, and Miss Withers soon discovers his killer was far more sinister than a soldier with a grudge. On an ill-fated art expedition into the southern Shan state of Burma, eleven Americans leave their Floating Island Resort for a Christmas-morning tour and disappear.
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I drop my net in the lake and scoop out a hundred fishes. I place the fishes on the bank, where they flop and twirl. Yet, sad to say, I am always too late. And because it is evil to waste anything, I take those dead fishes to market and I sell them for a good price. With the money I receive, I buy more nets so I can save more fishes. The Fall of Japan: New York Times Bestseller: By midsummer , Japan had long since lost the war in the Pacific. The people were not told the truth, and neither was the emperor. Japanese generals, admirals, and statesmen knew, but only a handful of leaders were willing to accept defeat.
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Peterson journeys broadly, discussing discipline, freedom, adventure and responsibility, distilling the world's wisdom into 12 practical and profound rules for life. Star FBI detective Amos Decker and his colleague Alex Jamison must solve four increasingly bizarre murders in a dying rust belt town--and the closer they come to the truth, the deadlier it gets in this rapid-fire 1 New York Times bestseller. Something sinister is going on in Baronville. The rust belt town has seen four bizarre murders in the space of two weeks. Cryptic clues left at the scenes--obscure bible verses, odd symbols--have the police stumped.
It's a bleak place: Decker has only been there a few hours when he stumbles on a horrific double murder scene. Then the next killing hits sickeningly close to home. And with the lives of people he cares about suddenly hanging in the balance, Decker begins to realize that the recent string of deaths may be only one small piece of a much larger scheme--with consequences that will reach far beyond Baronville. Decker, with his singular talents, may be the only one who can crack this bizarre case. Only this time--when one mistake could cost him everything--Decker finds that his previously infallible memory may not be so trustworthy after all Woodward draws from hundreds of hours of interviews with firsthand sources, meeting notes, personal diaries, files and documents.
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Showing of 67 reviews. Top Reviews Most recent Top Reviews. There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later. Loved this book so much! I was giggling so much on the bus when Venus is swearing with all these hilarious references to Hermes' flaming as and Hera's freezing tits! The sex part is a bit corny with so many references to the phallus lol but loved the simplicity! Greek mythology has always been my fantasy.
Great escape from the real world. Cast's other books earned four or five stars in my opinion however this one felt a little rushed, perhaps because there were two rather quick love stories going on in here rather than one well developed one. I was disappointed with Venus's romantic interest, he seemed shallow and focused more on appearance than depth.
From the beginning he ignored the plain girl and was immediately drawn to the incomparable beauty of Venus. I won't go to much into detail because I don't want to spoil any of the story, but he wasn't a character I liked or could feel any sort of sympathy for and frankly he got a way better deal than he deserved. As for Pea, her story wasn't really the focus of the book and seemed more like a sideline, I really wanted to hear more about her and her love interest.
The two "beautiful people" story bores me because it has been done so much it's a cliche.