![]() ![]() ![]() What could be more complicated?īut when unwilling attraction gives way to sizzling passion, both will be forced to confront the ages-old question of whether love trumps honor…or the other way around. Losing the great-aunts en route, the handsome, buttoned-down professor finds himself caught up in Lucy’s quirky, bewildering, and probably illegal efforts to reunite with them, as he is drawn further and further into an inexplicable infatuation with the free-spirited singer. When his grandfather asks him as a matter of honor to escort his old love on the journey, the about-to-be married professor agrees, not expecting Lucy to be part of the bargain. Professor Ptolemy Archibald Grant is the brilliant, straitlaced grandson of a British lord who also withstood the siege. All Lucy and her great-aunts have to do is travel to a small Pyrenees town to claim Lavinia’s share of a fabulous treasure in rubies. The characters are quirky and fun, and the storyline is. Though struggling to maintain her beloved great-aunts’ household, she holds fast to the belief that "things will work out." Now, with the fiftieth anniversary of a siege her great-aunt Lavinia lived through approaching, it looks like Lucy is right, because a fortune is due to be divided among the survivors. The Songbirds Seduction by Connie Brockway is a delightful romp through Edwardian England and France. The Songbirds Seduction By: Connie Brockway Narrated by: Heather Wilds Length: 9 hrs and 43 mins. Discover more authors you’ll love listening to on Audible. Effervescent bon vivant Lucy Eastlake is a young operetta singer whose star is on the rise in Edwardian London. Browse Connie Brockway’s best-selling audiobooks and newest titles. ![]()
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![]() ![]() The Witches subtitled Suspicion, Betrayal, and Hysteria in 1692 Salem in the. Drawing masterfully on the archives, Schiff introduces us to the strains of Puritan adolescent life and the vulnerability of wilderness settlements adrift from the mother country, and she brilliantly aligns them with our own anxieties: religious provocations, crowdsourcing and invisible enemies. The Witches: Salem, 1692 by Stacy Schiff is an exhaustive (and at times. The witch trials ended less than a year later, but not before 19 men and women had been hanged and an elderly man crushed to death. The panic spread quickly, as neighbors accused neighbors, husbands accused wives and parents, and children accused each other. The panic began during a raw Massachusetts winter, when a minister's niece began to writhe and roar. Women's suffrage, Prohibition and the Salem witch trials are three rare moments when women played a central role in American history, and in Salem it was adolescent girls who stood at center stage. ![]() ![]() The Witches: Suspicion, Betrayal, and Hysteria in 1692 Salem By Stacy Schiff Cover. The panic began early in 1692, over an exceptionally raw Massachusetts winter, when a ministers niece began to writhe and roar. ![]() The Witches is Pulitzer Prize winner Stacy Schiff's account of a primal mystery. The Ruin of All Witches: Life and Death in the New World (Hardcover). Stacy Schiff, Pulitzer Prize Winner Author, The Witches: Suspicion, Betrayal, and Hysteria in 1692 Salem ![]() ![]() Merit retreats deeper into herself, watching her family from the sidelines when she learns a secret that no trophy in the world can fix.įed up with the lies, Merit decides to shatter the happy family illusion that she’s never been a part of before leaving them behind for good. His wit and unapologetic idealism disarm and spark renewed life into her-until she discovers that he’s completely unavailable. While browsing the local antiques shop for her next trophy, she finds Sagan. Merit Voss collects trophies she hasn’t earned and secrets her family forces her to keep. The once cancer-stricken mother lives in the basement, the father is married to the mother’s former nurse, the little half-brother isn’t allowed to do or eat anything fun, and the eldest siblings are irritatingly perfect. They live in a repurposed church, newly baptized Dollar Voss. ![]() Sometimes the only thing it deserves is forgiveness. ![]() ![]() Not every mistake deserves a consequence. ![]() ![]() ![]() This is a standalone in the Shadow Beast world, and does not end on a cliffhanger. Simone now has more at stake than just her life.her heart is on the line. Especially when there’s feeding involved. ![]() ![]() Only, it’s never been that simple with Simone and Lucien, and all too soon the lines between pretend and real get very blurry. Lucien agrees to enter himself as a master-looking-for-a-mate in the Selection so they can pretend to fall for each other. Okay, yeah, he’s a snarly, powerful, frustratingly perfect master himself, but at least she knows where she stands. Lucky for her, she still has one ally up her sleeve: Lucien. A master who is looking for a mate and wants Simone to participate in the Selection to prove her worth. Then a summons back to Valdor–the vampire world–is dropped in her lap.Turns out that the last time she was there, her teeny tiny mistake sent out an energy burst that called to an ancient powerful master. She’d been there, done that, and had the near death experience to show for her time. Simone, of the Torma shifters, thought she was finished with the world of supernaturals that existed outside of Earth. Best listened to after Deserted for storyline continuity. A standalone story in the Shadow Beast Shifters world. ![]() ![]() I wasn't required to organize the newspapers.īut all that busywork gave me an opportunity to walk by Jason Templeton's table. I didn't have to set out more scratch paper. Strictly speaking, it wasn't necessary to walk by the online catalog. I rang up Marguerite's coffee and crossed back to my desk. I probably deserved everything else that happened that day and in the weeks that followed.Every last thing.Even the- Well. Still, I should never have risked the curse. ![]() Everyone knows that it's bad luck to say the name of Shakespeare's Scottish play. She'd had me track down endless pamphlets about propagating flowering trees. Her name was Marguerite, and she was researching something about colonial gardens. "What's that from, Jane?" asked my customer, a middle-aged woman who frequented the library on Monday afternoons. After all, I was the one who recited the Scottish play as I pulled a gigantissimo nonfat half-caf half-decaf light-hazelnut heavy-vanilla wet cappuccino with whole-milk foam and a dusting of cinnamon."Double, double, toil and trouble," I said as I plunged the steel nozzle into the carafe of milk. I was probably responsible for what happened. If only I'd been properly prepared for my first real job. But there was no course in witchcraft, no syllabus for sorcery. They don't teach witchcraft in library school. ![]() |