The human race´s most popular humor series returns with a new collection of macabre mishaps and misadventures. Honoring those who improve the gene pool by inadvertently removing themselves from it, this work shows how uncommon common sense still is. The hilarious New York Times bestselling phenomenon and the perfect funny gift! New York Times bestselling author Wendy Northcutt is back, asking, Have we evolved at all? The answer: Not all of us. What crazy cocktail of DNA leads Homo sapiens to do pull-ups off the edge of a seventh-floor balcony or wrap their lips around a paintball gun and pull the trigger? How about offering a beer to a bear or self-testing a Taser? Why not go joyriding in a shopping cart strapped to an SUV or jump a drawbridge on a bicycle? Fully illustrated with over a hundred new jaw-dropping and side-splitting feats of stupidity-and including science essays by guest writers and answers to FAQs about evolution in action-The Darwin Awards Next Evolution continues the tradition of honoring the victims of appallingly poor survival instinct who selflessly improve our gene pool by removing themselves from it.
Duchlan Castle is a gloomy, forbidding place in the Scottish Highlands. Late one night the body of Mary Gregor, is found in the castle, stabbed to death in her bedroom - but the room is locked from within and the windows are barred. The only clue to the culprit is a silver fish´s scale, left on the floor next to Mary´s body.
Instead of presenting the reader with a chronological survey of her work, Karin Sander has created an alphabetical ordering on 450 pages, based on the titles of her works. She pairs works that lie far apart in place and time of their creation. Artichoke, from the 2012 work group Kitchen Pieces, for instance, appears next to the AstroTurf Floor Piece, an Artificial Turf object in the New York Museum of Modern Art from 1994. These illuminating and inspiring chance juxtapositions cause the book to resemble a deck of cards freshly shuffled for the start of a new game. Text: : Marc Angélil & Sarah Graham, Katja Blomberg, Suzanne Hudson, Eva Menasse, Karin Sander, John Waters, Harald Welzer
In suburban Georgetown a killer´s Reeboks whisper on the front floor of a posh home... In a seedy D.C. porno house a patron is swiftly garroted to death... The next day America learns that two of its Supreme Court justices have been assassinated. And in New Orleans, a young law student prepares a legal brief... To Darby Shaw it was no more than a legal shot in the dark, a brilliant guess. To the Washington establishment it was political dynamite. Suddenly Darby is witness to a murder -- a murder intended for her. Going underground, she finds there is only one person she can trust -- an ambitious reporter after a newsbreak hotter than Watergate -- to help her piece together the deadly puzzle. Somewhere between the bayous of Louisiana and the White House´s inner sanctums, a violent cover-up is being engineered. For somone has read Darby´s brief. Someone who will stop at nothing to destroy the evidence of an unthinkable crime.
Where can you find the 5 most irresistible indoor street food trucks in Berlin? What are the 5 best shops if you´re looking for Berlin fashion? And what are the 5 most beautiful parks with a genuine Berlin spirit? The 500 Hidden Secrets of Berlin reveals these good-to-know addresses and many more. It´s an affectionate guide to the city ; written by Berlin explorer Nathalie Dewalhens. She has selected places and details that few people know ; like an open-air bar next to the river Spree with a wooden dance floor and a fairytale hut ; a crane house with a café ; located in a post-GDR industrial area ; or a beautiful tango venue in a former warehouse from 1908. This is a book for visitors who want to avoid the usual tourist spots and for residents who are keen to track down the city´s best-kept secrets. After having travelled the world Nathalie Dewalhens now considers Berlin as her home. She is working on her first novel there ; preferably while sipping a latte in a bar. Philip Bögle is a Berlin based photographer who thinks of his hometown as a city that never sleeps ; and as the perfect place to live and work ; capturing moments ; people and fashion.
2017 Dragon Award Finalist – Best Sci-Fi Novel 2017 New Apple – Official Selection 2017 Readers´ Favorite – Honorable Mention Thousands have checked into the Infinity Hotel over the years. None of them have ever checked out. Peter Childress and Charlie Womack are successful engineers on their way to Phoenix for an important presentation. But one of Charlie´s infamous ´´shortcuts´´ has gotten them good and lost once again. As night falls, the pair stumble across the Infinity Hotel and the promise of a meal, fuel and a good night´s sleep before starting off fresh in the morning is too good to pass up. But while Charlie immediately takes to the hotel´s amazing amenities, Peter begins to uncover some of the hotel´s dark secrets – a seemingly unlimited number of floors, guests that appear out of time and place and a next morning that never seems to come. Worse still, the entrance to the Infinity has disappeared and no other apparent exit back to the outside world is in sight. Now, under the watchful eyes of the hotel´s manager and front desk clerk, Peter searches for a way back out and uncovers the horrible truth behind the mystery of the Infinity Hotel. The fate of a ruined world rests on whether or not he succeeds.
This double-sided foldout book takes you on a fascinating journey deep underground. One side of the foldout shows the ground beneath the city, whilst the reverse side shows the ground beneath the countryside. The underground scenes include tunnels and pipes, creatures´ burrows, layers of rock and the planet´s molten core, and run seamlessly into the next. Mixing urban and rural settings, covering subjects such as geology, archaeology and natural history, The Street Beneath My Feet offers children the opportunity to explore their world through a detailed learning experience. And its fold-out, ´laperello´ style, which extends to 2.5 metres in length, is ideal for spreading out on the floor to pore over for hours.
In an elegant Regency house near the Brighton seafront, three tenants have more in common than they know . . . A shocking revelation has led Rosa to start over as a sous chef. The work is gruelling but it´s a distraction . . . until she comes up against the stroppy teenager next door who challenges her lifestyle choices. What if Rosa´s passion for food could lead her to more interesting places? Having followed her childhood sweetheart down south, Georgie is busily carving out a new career in journalism. Throwing herself into the city´s delights is fun, but before she knows it she´s sliding headlong into all kinds of trouble . . . Nursing a devastating loss, Charlotte just wants to keep her head down. But Margot, the glamorous older lady on the top floor, has other ideas. Like it or not, Charlotte must confront the outside world, and the possibilities it still holds. As the women find each other, hope surfaces, friendships blossom and a whole new chapter unfolds for them all. The House of New Beginnings is a moving and uplifting novel from bestselling author Lucy Diamond. Praise for Lucy Diamond ´Seamless, engaging, believable, fun and heartfelt´ Heat ´An absolute treat´ Katie Fforde
DESCRIPTION: Emily, a nice white young girl from a religious and well-to-do family enjoys incest with her divorced and kinky parents, and likes sex in general, mostly to contribute to her church by offering anal intercourse to those parishioners interested on making a contribution. Emily gets to meet her father's black maid dad's and his giant penis, and on that day she discovers that incest crosses the interracial divide and brings brings families together. EXCERPT: Things are getting crazier for Emily. She is on her knees between Miss Clay to her right and Renikia to her left, both on her knees too. The three of them are sucking big and hard black cock. Renikia has two sons, Trevon and Terrell; Trevon is shorter and has a thick uncut cock with giant balls, and Terrell is taller with a longer dick but not as thick—but still fat enough to spread any pussy though. Renikia is sucking on her son Trevon, her fat lips wrapped the best way she can around that swollen girth. Her hands are pressed against her son’s muscular tights, and she sucks on that big thing with motherly love. Miss Clay is sucking on Terrell, and she is going crazy with that much manhood in her mouth after so many years of nothing, just of unfulfilled desires and her own finger on her clit. She is holding the large penis by its base with one hand while gagging and sucking on it. Her other nervous hand caresses and squeezes Terrell’s beautiful testicles. Miss Emely is sucking on Tyrone’s rather large tool; she cannot have enough of Renikia’s Dad. She worships that old cock, sucks on it, caresses it, licks it, strokes is, pleases it with great devotion: that cock is something else. The sounds of slurping, gagging, spitting and coughing are in the room, and the men add their sighs of delight and dirty words of encouragement for their bitches. “Suck on that big ol’ cock, Miss Emily. Damn, girl, you sure know how to please an old guy;” says Tyrone to Emily. She smiles with her mouth full of that dick she loves so much. “Mom; you are the best cocksucker;” says Trevon. “That big mouth of yours is the only one that can take me.” Terrells is slamming his dick into Miss Clay’s mouth, holding her by her hair on top of her head. “Damn; bitch, open wide and suck on it.” Miss Clays gags and feels she is going to pass out. “What’s the matter, honey? Too much dick for your little white trash mouth?” He pulls out and Miss Clay regurgitates a big chunk of saliva and precum; it is coming out through her nostrils too. She spits and spits and the stuff hangs down from her mouth and stretches to the floor while Terrell’s dick is slapping her on the forehead, laughing. Miss Clay recovers somewhat and Terrell shoves his cock back into her mouth. “How you like that white bitch?” Terrell asks his dad next to him, referring to Emily who is chocking on his Dad’s cock. “She’s good;” says his dad. “Little bitch fucks like an old whore.” “I trade you.” They switch places and Emily is now gagging in Terrell’s hard cock and Miss Clay is sucking on the old man’s dick, loving every inch of it. “I still say that there is no better cocksucker than Mom;” says Trevon fucking Renikia;s stretched mouth. The men order their bitches on the bed.
The new neighbors have a secret. Five gorgeous women have moved in next door. When Clark Fowler takes a summer job as a handyman, he never expected to find out that the sexy cougar who owns the house is running it as a bordello. As he gets to learn his new neighbors better, it promises to be one incredible summer! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ I'm not going to do it. In his bedroom, late the next night, Clark eyed his laptop as if it were a poisonous snake. Could it be true? Could the gorgeous woman next door really have been (hell, still was, if she was telling him the truth) one of the most sought-after escorts in America? It would be easy to find out. He looked out his window. A few lights glowed on the first floor, where Heidi's room was, but the upper story was dark. Which was both a relief and frustrating as hell. He could imagine Josephine, her body a naked silhouette, watching him from across the way. He had crossed paths with Consuela earlier in the day, while working on a balky entertainment center for Jo. The large, flat-screen television, stereo receiver, and DVD player had laughed at their best efforts, and they had both been reduced to muttered threats and curses until they finally figured out the right combination of cords, cable, and remote controls. The Latina woman had watched them for a while, an amused smile on her lips, and after a casual remark or two about Americans who had more money than her entire village, had asked Clark to help her hang some pictures when he was done. Any hopes of a mid-afternoon siesta had been dashed when Jo had tagged along, commenting admiringly on the way Consuela had decorated the limited living space. Oh, to hell with it. He knew himself well enough. If he didn't look up Josephine now, he'd do it sometime between now and when the sun burned out. The temptation, once thought of, was all but impossible to ignore. He powered on his laptop and opened a browser window. After thinking for a moment, he typed in Josephine Devereaux escort Chicago;' and hit the enter button. Holy crap. Any lingering doubts he might have had were removed in moments. The third result that popped up came with a thumbnail picture. When he clicked on it, the truth was undeniable. Oh, sure. It was obvious the picture had been taken a few years ago. The silver that accentuated the midnight mass of Josephine's hair had not yet put in an appearance, but it was still the same smiling mouth, the same exquisitely carved body, the same upright, regal bearing. It was her. He followed a link to her webpage, and gazed at it the way a starving man would look at a five-course meal. She had an entire page devoted to her pictures, and he clicked through them, one by one. She appeared in every possible combination of clothing and lingerie. Sometimes gowned like a queen, sometimes in nothing more than wisps of satin and lace. Never fully nude. Oh, no. He knew, instinctively, that doing so would destroy the reputation for class and style she had carefully cultivated over the years. His heart in his throat, he clicked over to the touring and appointments' button, and sighed. Apparently Josephine didn't go out of town too often. The page informed him that she had no tours currently scheduled, but invited him to check back soon. And that the donations for all appointments were done based on where Josephine was hosting. Just as well. He clicked back to the pictures. Can you imagine trying to set up an appointment with her? It'd probably tap you out for the rest of the summer. He snorted. Or maybe you can offer to work for her for free until school starts. But when he finally fell into a fitful, uneasy sleep, it was Jo that he dreamed of.