Jess Lawson, a forty-five-year-old healthcare consultant, wife, and mother of two, has spent most of her adulthood fostering the illusion of having a perfect life. Her impending empty-nest syndrome as her youngest child prepares to start college is troubling enough, but when her doctor husband, Arthur, announces his intention to take a prestigious new job on the other side of the country?and relocate with-out Jess?her world quickly crumbles. Amid their acrimonious divorce, revelations about Arthur´s infidelity come to light; and at work, instead of the revitalized ca-reer Jess is hoping for, she uncovers surprising financial corruption that threatens a scandal for her client?and the well-being of the many unsuspecting patients and physicians they serve. Ultimately, this superwoman is forced to acknowledge that her put-together veneer can´t hold up under the weight of these new burdens. She also, however, refuses to wallow in victimhood. So what now? A smart, relatable story for every woman who?s gone bold to sort out her next chapter, A Better Next shows how?with a little soul searching and a supportive circle of friends and colleagues?it?s possible to redefine happiness and establish a liberating, new normal at any stage of life.
Blessed with anxiety, depression, and OCD, Janie hops from one therapist to the next in search of managing her mental illness to not just survive, but thrive in life. Author Laurie Finkelstein uses humor in this light breezy romantic comedy to shed light on the sensitive and serious subject of mental health. Semi-autobiographical, the ways Janie's mental illnesses manifest in her are fashioned after Laurie's life experience with these biological brain disorders. She has woven real life events, including paraphrased therapy sessions into a fictional storyline with fictional characters. Laurie donates a small portion of her sales to NAMI, The National Alliance on Mental Illness. Help Break the Stigma! A visual artist, Janie stretches her comfort level to gain gallery representation as well as manage her finances. If only her anxieties didn't cause her to want to hide at opening receptions or prevent her from parking in unfamiliar locations. At her first group show, Janie runs into an ex-therapist whom she befriends. He is retired and has not seen Janie in over five years. Janie starts to fall for Dr. Rob, but he is only intent on helping Janie move on from a personal tragedy. Or is he? From Janie's cottage on Balboa Island to Dr. Rob's home in Palm Springs, Janie's adventures help strengthen her resolve to bring love into her life again. Her reflections on her past six therapists reveal how her mental health challenges have shaped her and hindered her at times. As well as causing her to purchase unwanted items in an attempt to reduce the anxiety created by seeing therapist number three. Janie responds to Dr. Rob's confusing interest in her by turning to Internet dating, spending time with her handy handyman, Peter, and eating too many Balboa Bars. Janie is a master at shaking and stirring cocktails, but a disaster at living an anxious free life. She obsesses over every detail of her clothing, prays to find a parking space she feels 'comfortable' with, and reads to escape the here and now. On the positive side, her OCD keeps her punctual, organized, with a penchant for counting and focusing on minutiae. Will Janie find love and peace, or is she destined to experience an HEA only in her favorite romcoms?
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.
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.
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.
´´Even the gods watch reality TV.´´ The producers of the multi-universe hit THE NEXT GREAT DEITY claim that their reality show is filmed in Heaven, but neither of the abducted human contestants on its latest season can bring themselves to believe that. Theodore Flores , a gay, atheist musician chasing a recording contract, and Robin Alleyne , a christian english teacher working out of Honduras, find themselves bound by their shared humanity amid a cast of monsters and demigods. They must put aside their theological differences to unravel a new world that’s too mystical to be Earth and too steeped in human vice to be the afterlife. On their quest to understand the show—and; by proxy, Heaven itself—they encounter a cast of surreal allies and antagonists, perversions of mythology, and a reality TV prize too good to be true: the chance to become a god. Part delightful blasphemy and part rumination on the creative process, THE NEXT GREAT DEITY is the start of a novel series that pits a memorable cast of characters against each other in absurd, humorous, and metaphysical mayhem.
He asked me to help him pick out towels before I even knew his name. And once I did, it still didn´t mean anything. To me, Cal Fournier was my smoking hot new neighbor with the cute accent and the even cuter dog. To the rest of my city, he was our hockey club´s only hope at a run for the cup. I don´t want to be in the spotlight, but when he makes a run for my heart, it´s impossible to keep away. The Goalie Next Door is a standalone romantic comedy especially for those who think bar down might be something that happens after a pub crawl and a biscuit is a delicious flaky pastry.
Start-ups ? die Realität hinter dem Hype Komm, lass uns ein Start-up gründen. Was Google, Microsoft und Apple gelungen ist, das können wir doch schon lange. Bier im Kühlschrank, Tischkicker, alle sind hip und entspannt. Für ein Start-up braucht es nur eine geniale Idee und einen Businessplan und ´´The Next Big Thing´´ ist da ? alles ganz einfach, oder? Sam Gregson hat in den letzten Jahren für mehrere Berliner Start-ups gearbeitet und erzählt in seinem Insider-Bericht von seinen Erfahrungen: - Dreieinhalb Jahre als Mitarbeiter in Start-ups: Was bleibt vom Mythos übrig? - Keine Hierarchien, aber auch kein Plan: Wie organisatorisches Chaos gute Ideen tötet - Kreativ, kompetent und bitterarm: Wie Start-ups ein digitales Proletariat erschaffen - Gründer, Investoren und die Politik: Was läuft schief in der deutschen Start-up-Szene? Start-ups ? eine Welt voller nicht genutzter Chancen Nach vielen Jobs in der deutschen Start-up-Szene ist sich Sam Gregson sicher: Ganz gewiss bieten Start-ups gewaltige Möglichkeiten hinsichtlich Digitalisierung, Technologie und Kommunikation. Aber darüber, wie die Unternehmensgründer die Sache angehen, belügen sie die Leute unablässig. Sein Buch zeigt, wie ´´Silicon Germany´´ auf der Suche nach geschäftlichem Erfolg eine ganze Gruppe von Menschen schamlos ausnutzt, die verzweifelt nach Jobs suchen, und mit Versprechungen lockt, die nie erfüllt werden. Unterstützt werden sie von einer ahnungslosen Politik und Geldgebern, die auf schnelle und hohe Rendite pochen. Ein erschütterndes Buch über die Schattenseiten der digitalen Welt!
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