Schon seit Jahren sucht River nach der Richtigen. Aber trotz seiner Bemühungen hat er noch keine Frau gefunden, die dieses gewisse Gefühl in ihm geweckt hätte. Und so sind sie nur weitere Striche auf seiner Liste. Mittlerweile hat er die Suche aufgegeben. Aber als River eine attraktive Frau begleitet, erregen ihre scharfzüngigen Bemerkungen und ihre lockere Art seine Aufmerksamkeit. Dieser Cocktail an Eigenschaften lässt nicht nur seinen Körper reagieren, auch sein Herz schlägt auf einmal schneller. Aber eine Beziehung kommt nicht in Frage. Als professioneller Escort hat er bestimmte Regeln zu befolgen. 1. Keine Küsse. 2. Keine Gefühle. 3. Kein Sex. Nicht mal im Traum! Aber sind Regeln nicht auch da, um gebrochen zu werden? USA-Today-Bestsellerautorin E. L. Todd lebt im sonnigen Kalifornien und hat bereits über einhundert Bücher veröffentlicht. Sie schreibt Liebesromane in verschiedenen Genres über Contemporary Romance, New Adult Romance bis Romantic Fantasy. Die Reihe um den Escortservice ist allerdings die erste, die ins Deutsche übersetzt wurde.Neben Büchern liebt E.L. Todd Kaffee, Eis und eigentlich alles mit viel Zucker.
Schon seit Jahren sucht River nach der Richtigen. Aber trotz seiner Bemühungen hat er noch keine Frau gefunden, die dieses gewisse Gefühl in ihm geweckt hätte. Und so sind sie nur weitere Striche auf seiner Liste. Mittlerweile hat er die Suche aufgegeben. Aber als River eine attraktive Frau begleitet, erregen ihre scharfzüngigen Bemerkungen und ihre lockere Art seine Aufmerksamkeit. Dieser Cocktail an Eigenschaften lässt nicht nur seinen Körper reagieren, auch sein Herz schlägt auf einmal schneller. Aber eine Beziehung kommt nicht in Frage. Als professioneller Escort hat er bestimmte Regeln zu befolgen. 1. Keine Küsse. 2. Keine Gefühle. 3. Kein Sex. Nicht mal im Traum! Aber sind Regeln nicht auch da, um gebrochen zu werden?
Two women and their children arrive in Clearmont in route to California. Mrs. Chambers is looking to reunite with her husband who has been off mining for gold, while Mrs. Larson is a recent widow whose husband died of a snake bite along the trail. The women are determined to press onward despite the onset of winter. So, Britt MacMasters, former US Marshal turned rancher, and his ranch-hand Rusty, offer to escort the party through hostile territory. Also joining the party are Sheriff Wilkins, his wife Etta and Doc Harrington. The hardy pioneers must dodge Indian attacks, stay clear of the outlaw Angel Garret and his blood thirsty band of thieves, survive rock slides and ford raging rivers in this epic western adventure. 1. Language: English. Narrator: Jerry Robbins. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/rt/brll/002889de/bk_rhde_002536_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
World War II Battle of the Atlantic:Battle of the Atlantic, Battle of the River Plate, Laconia incident, Flower-class corvette, River-class frigate, V and W class destroyer, Second Happy Time, Irish maritime events during World War II, Mid-Ocean Escort Force
River has been looking for the right girl to settle down with for years. But through all his travels and exploits, he´s never found a girl who´s interested him enough to stick around. They are just notches on his belt. And he´s given up his search. But when River is escorting a beautiful woman, he listens to her smart-ass remarks and witty personality. Not only is his body interested physically, but his mind becomes interested as well. But she´s off limits. As an escort, there are certain rules he can´t break. No Kissing. No Feelings. No Sex. But River wants to break them all. 1. Language: English. Narrator: Michael Ferraiuolo, Jenna Pastuszek. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/052722de/bk_rhde_002536_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
Excerpt from Thirty-First National Encampment: Itinerary; Special G. A. R. Train; Conveying Commander-in-Chief T. S. Clarkson, and Staff and John An. Ehrhardt, Department Commander of Nebraska, Staff and Delegates as His Escort; Omaha, Neb., To Buffalo, August 21, 1897 An invitation is not only extended to all old soldiers, their families and friends, west of the Missouri river, but also all those east of the Missouri river, to join this official train. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Dead in the water. For travel escort Emily Andrew and her fellow Iowans, aloha means ´´hello´´ to all the sun, surf, and scrumptious cuisine their Hawaiian cruise has to offer. But for Professor Dorian Smoker, a renowned expert on the legendary Captain Cook, aloha also means ´´good-bye´´ - as in ´´man overboard.´´ Sure, it could have been an accident. But Emily wonders if some guest with a grudge might have knocked off the opinionated professor. Or maybe it had something to do with that missing journal Nana´s friend lent him - the one with the mysterious treasure map. Emily figures the map is probably a fake. But when another copy turns up, she and her friends take off, rafting down rivers and plunging through jungles to find the treasure themselves. Unfortunately, Professor Smoker´s killer just might have the same idea. And this tropical heat wave could quickly turn into a crime wave... 1. Language: English. Narrator: Kathleen McInerney. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/adbl/018651de/bk_rhde_002536_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
Before World War II could reach its conclusion, the world suffered what could only be defined as a cataclysm. Legend has it that an experiment failed. Catastrophically so. And when it failed, the center of the United States, from the Sierra Nevada to the Mississippi river, became "The Waste"; where everything changed. In The Waste, every fantasy creature, fairytale demon, or mythological monster exists. From orcs, to neriads, ogres, trolls, wraiths, elves, harpies, and even beastmen. They all exist, and all despise humankind. In the ruins of the west and east coasts, new governments have arisen. With new jobs. Vince is a Ranger, a profession whose sole job duty is surviving in the waste, and taking missions from the Ranger Guild. Be it courier services, escorts, or simply exploring tombs and cities. Taking up an escort mission, Vince encounters a situation that will shape his life forever onward. As well as the lives of everyone in North America. Warning: This novel contains adult themes and moral ambiguities. The main character is written as a real person in an apocalypse, and will not make choices that line up with society and cultural norms. 1. Language: English. Narrator: Andrea Parsneau. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/091500de/bk_rhde_002536_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
FROM the eastern gate of Mardin the road decants itself plainwards in a skein of curves and zigzags-a vertical descent of 2000 feet, spinning out its gradients to a length of five or six miles. It is not at all a bad road. One could easily bicycle down it-and perhaps even bicycle up it if in specially strenuous mood. But it is, as it were, the swan-song of the modern Ottoman Telfords, and as soon as it reaches the level it reverts into a sheaf of footpaths. Henceforth to the end of our journey we saw no more metalled roads. We had now, too, a further reminder of the fact that we were quitting civilization, for a couple of zaptiehs rode with us to escort us over the stage to Nisibin. Hitherto such protection had been deemed needless: but in these remoter districts the Government prefers to have some tangible assurance of a European travellers safety, seeing that it is liable to be held responsible if he is unfortunate enough to come to grief. Thus that modest intruder finds himself passed on from city to city with all the pomp and circumstance of an armed cavalry escort; and afflicted at every stage with the consciousness that he is passing current at a face value vastly in excess of his intrinsic worth. The zaptiehs are a sort of military police, analogous to the Spanish Civil Guard or the Royal Irish Constabulary; though we fear that these two corps delite would not be likely to feel gratified at a suggestion that such deplorable ragamuffins should march through Coventry with them. Personally, for the most part, they are good-humoured and obliging fellows; accepting rough weather and hard lodging with the utmost philosophy. Also they rather welcome the chance of a little escort duty. It is a pleasant change from the monotony of garrison life; and there is a tip to look forward to finally, though this must be under the rose. You have not mentioned that youve given us a present? said one of our fellows with engaging naïveté when we asked him to carry back a letter-Because it isnt allowed! But though Western civilization extends thus far no longer, there is not wanting tangible evidence to prove that it was here long ago. In the midst of one of the first plain villages there rises, like a lofty aiguille, the angle of a Roman watch tower. It seems impossible that such a slender fragment should be able to withstand wind and weather much longer; but hitherto the huge square blocks have stood firm though all support has fallen away. A Roman church (or more probably a Roman house converted into a church) stands in another village; and at the end of a short days journey we turned aside to visit some yet more striking remains. The mountains at this point ravel out on to the plain in a line of gently sloping spurs, and from between two of these issues a broad and shallow but never-failing stream. The spurs immediately westward of it are conspicuously gashed across with wide deep transverse trenches; and as we draw nearer we perceive that the ridge on each side of the river is crested with a ruined rampart, and that the hollow enclosed between them is a regular sugar bowl of huge disjointed stones. Here and there out of the chaos rises the fragment of a mighty tower or a massive skeleton archway, and presently we can descry a few wretched Kurdish hovels half hidden among the débris of the great devastated city.