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Beacon Press, 5/13/2014. 1. hardcover. Good. 6x0x9. Bruise/tear to cover/dust jacket., Beacon Press, 5/13/2014, 2.5, Penguin Classics, 1973-12-13. Paperback. Acceptable. 8x5x1. 1977 r… Altro …

Beacon Press, 5/13/2014. 1. hardcover. Good. 6x0x9. Bruise/tear to cover/dust jacket., Beacon Press, 5/13/2014, 2.5, Penguin Classics, 1973-12-13. Paperback. Acceptable. 8x5x1. 1977 reprint. Cover differs to stock image; actual book shown. Name on first page. Wear and creasing to cover. Pages tanned.Same day dispatch (Mon- Fri) from the UK if ordered by 1pm., Penguin Classics, 1973-12-13, 2.5, HarperOne, 1989-09-13. 49533rd. Paperback. Very Good. Ships quickly. Mild shelf/reading wear. Orphans Treasure Box sells books to raise money for orphans and vulnerable kids., HarperOne, 1989-09-13, 3, Random House Books for Young Readers. Used - Good. Hardcover This item shows wear from consistent use but remains in good readable condition. It may have marks on or in it, and may show other signs of previous use or shelf wear. May have minor creases or signs of wear on dust jacket. Packed with care, shipped promptly., Random House Books for Young Readers, 2.5, Golden Books, 2004-09-13. hardcover. Very Good. 6x0x8. Ships quickly. Mild shelf/reading wear. (NO BANDAGES IN BOOK.)Orphans Treasure Box sells books to raise money for orphans and vulnerable kids., Golden Books, 2004-09-13, 3, William Morrow, 2009-04-13. hardcover. Very Good. 6x0x9. US Hard Cover Very Good Edition. Book is in great condition! Little to no damage present on cover, pages, spine, or corners. Dustcover is included if applicable. An amazing buy!, William Morrow, 2009-04-13, 3, London, England, Great Britain, UK: Target Book / W.H. Allen & Co., 1982. 142 pages. Size: 12mo - over 6¾" - 7¾" Tall.. Fourth Edition.. Soft Cover. FINE. Mass Market Paperback.., Target Book / W.H. Allen & Co., 1982, 5, New York, New York: Ballantine Books, 1980. Book. Very Good. Trade Paperback. 13th Printing. Very good trade paperback. Nice clean tight copy.., Ballantine Books, 1980, 3, PB. good. MYS, 2.5, Molins del Rey: Círculo de Lectores, S.A. Realización IESA. Indefinida. Cartoné ilustrado del editor, camisa de acetato, papel ahuesado. 13 X 20 cms - 8º mayor. Pequeño adhesivo de papel con antigua signatura en portada. Muy buen estado, por el resto, sin usar, Círculo de Lectores, S.A. Realización IESA, 0, CF4Kids. Paperback. GOOD. Spine creases, wear to binding and pages from reading. May contain limited notes, underlining or highlighting that does affect the text. Possible ex library copy, will have the markings and stickers associated from the library. Accessories such as CD, codes, toys, may not be included., CF4Kids, 2.5, C W Daniel, 1995-12-15. Paperback. Very Good. 2.2883 in x 21.0640 in x 13.4498 in., C W Daniel, 1995-12-15, 3, Lutterworth Press, 1948. Paperback. Good. 1948. 13th Impression. 75 pages. Paperback book with pictorial cover and French flaps. Black and white photographic frontispiece. Pages and binding are presentable with no major defects. Minor issues present such as mild cracking, inscriptions, inserts, light foxing, tanning and thumb marking. Overall a good condition item. Paper cover has mild edge-wear with light rubbing and creasing. Some light marking and sunning., Lutterworth Press, 1948, 2.5, BBC Books, 04/13/2006. Hardcover. Used; Good. **WE SHIP WITHIN 24 HRS FROM LONDON, UK, 98% OF OUR ORDERS ARE RECEIVED WITHIN 7-10 DAYS. We believe you will be completely satisfied with our quick and reliable service. All orders are dispatched as swiftly as possible! Buy with confidence! Greener Books., BBC Books, 04/13/2006, 2.5, Harlequin Kimani. Very Good. 4.21 x 0.81 x 6.62 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2010. 384 pages. <br>A Little Dare When Shelly Brockman walks into his office, Sheriff Dare Westmoreland can almost taste the sweet, st eamy passion they'd once shared. Then she informs him that he is the father of her son, the unruly preteen Dare arrested earlier t hat day, and his fantasies turn to fury. Shelly has returned to h er Georgia hometown to get her son away from the mean streets of Los Angeles, and she hopes that getting to know his father will d o her child a world of good. But will being so close to Dare--the only man to ever make Shelly's heartbeat race--reopen old wounds , or will this be her last chance to secure his love forever? Th orn's Challenge One sizzling kiss from Thorn Westmoreland isn't enough to convince Tara Matthews to risk her heart again...or is it? The beautiful doctor and the hard-driving motorcycle tycoon m ix like oil and water. Why, then, can't Tara erase the memory of the sexy racer from her head, or thoughts of his passionate cares ses from her body? Thorn has wanted Tara since the day they met. His plan is to seduce the prickly doctor and indulge in a casual affair. But before he can savor the success of their passion, she turns the tables on him. Now instead of working her out of his s ystem, Thorn is hell-bent on winning Tara's love.... Editorial R eviews About the Author Brenda Jackson is a New York Times best selling author of more than one hundred romance titles. Brenda li ves in Jacksonville, Florida, and divides her time between family , writing and traveling. Email Brenda at authorbrendajackson@gmai l or visit her on her website at brendajackson.net. Excerpt . ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Sheriff Dare W estmoreland leaned forward in the chair behind his desk. From the defiant look on the face of the boy standing in front of him he could tell it would be one of those days. Look, kid, I'm only goi ng to ask you one more time. What is your name? The boy crossed his arms over his chest and had the nerve to glare at him and say , And I've told you that I don't like cops and have no intention of giving you my name or anything else. And if you don't like it, arrest me. Dare stood to his full height of six-feet-four, feel ing every bit of his thirty-six years as he came from behind his desk to stare at the boy. He estimated the kid, who he'd caught t hrowing rocks at passing cars on the highway, to be around twelve or thirteen. It had been a long time since any kid living in his jurisdiction had outright sassed him. None of them would have da red, so it stood to reason that the kid was probably new in town. You will get your wish. Since you won't cooperate and tell me w ho you are, I'm officially holding you in police custody until so meone comes to claim you. And while you're waiting you may as wel l make yourself useful. You'll start by mopping out the bathroom on the first floor, so follow me. Dare shook his head, thinking he didn't envy this kid's parents one bit. Shelly had barely bro ught her car to a complete stop in front of the sheriff's office before she was out of it. It had taken her a good two hours in At lanta's heavy traffic to make it home after receiving word that A J had not shown up at school, only to discover he wasn't at home. When it had started getting late she had gotten worried and call ed the police. After giving the dispatcher a description of AJ, t he woman assured her that he was safe in their custody and that t he reason she had not been contacted was because AJ had refused t o give anyone his name. Without asking for any further details Sh elly had jumped into her car and headed for the police station. She let out a deep sigh. If AJ hadn't given anyone his name that meant the sheriff was not aware she was AJ's mother and for the m oment that was a comforting thought. As she pushed open the door, she knew all her excuses for not yet meeting with Dare and telli ng him the truth had run out, and fate had decided to force her h and. She was about to come face-to-face with Sheriff Dare Westmo reland. *** Sheriff, the parent of John Doe has arrived. Dare looked up from the papers he was reading and met his secretary's gaze. Only one parent showed up, Holly? Yes, just the mother. Sh e's not wearing a wedding ring so I can only assume there isn't a father. At least not one that's around. Dare nodded. What's the kid doing now? he asked, pushing the papers he'd been reading as ide. He's out back watching Deputy McKade clean up his police mo torcycle Dare nodded. Send the woman in, Holly. I need to have a long talk with her. Her son needs a lot more discipline than he' s evidently getting at home. Dare moved away from his desk to st and at the window where he could observe the boy as he watched Mc Kade polish his motorcycle. He inhaled deeply. There was somethin g about the boy that he found oddly familiar. Maybe he reminded h im of himself and his four brothers when they'd been younger. Alt hough they had been quite a handful for their parents, headstrong and in some ways stubborn, they had known just how far to take i t and just how much they could get away with. And they'd been sma rt enough to know when to keep their mouths closed. This kid had a lot to learn. Sheriff Westmoreland, this is Ms. Rochelle Brock man. Dare swung his head around and his gaze collided with the w oman he'd once loved to distraction. Suddenly his breath caught, his mouth went dry and every muscle in his body froze as memories rushed through his spiraling mind. He could vividly recall the first time they'd met, their first kiss and the first time they h ad made love. The last time stood out in his mind now. He dragged his gaze from her face to do a total sweep of her body before re turning to her face again. A shiver of desire tore through him, a nd he was glad that his position, standing behind his desk, block ed a view of his body from the waist down. Otherwise both women w ould have seen the arousal pressing against the zipper of his pan ts. His gaze moved to her dark brown hair, and he noted that it was shorter and cut in one of those trendy styles that accented t he creamy chocolate coloring of her face as well as the warm bran dy shade of her eyes. The casual outfit she wore, a printed skir t and a matching blouse, made her look stylish, comfortable and u ltrafemi-nine. Then there were the legs he still considered the m ost gorgeous pair he'd ever seen. Legs he knew could wrap around his waist while their bodies meshed in pleasure. A deep sigh esc aped his closed lips as he concluded that at thirty-three she was even more beautiful than he remembered and still epitomized ever ything feminine. They'd first met when she was sixteen and a soph omore in high school. He'd been nineteen, a few weeks shy of twen ty and a sophomore in college, and had come home for a visit to f ind her working on a school project with his brother Stone. He ha d walked into the house at the exact moment she'd been leaning ov er Stone, explaining some scientific formula and wearing the sexi est pair of shorts he had ever seen on a female. He had thought s he had a pair of legs that were simply a complete turn-on. When s he had glanced up, noticed him staring and smiled, he'd been a go ner. Never before had he been so aware of a woman. An immediate a ttraction had flared between them, holding him hostage to desires he'd never felt before. After making sure Stone didn't have des igns on her himself, he had made his move. And it was a move he'd never regretted making. They began seriously dating a few months later and had continued to do so for six long years, until he ha d made the mistake of ending things between them. Now it seemed t he day of reckoning had arrived. Shelly. Dare. It was as if th e years had not passed between them, Dare suddenly thought. That same electrical charge the two of them always generated ignited f ull force, sending a high voltage searing through the room. He c leared his throat. Holly, you can leave me and Ms. Brockman alone now, he thought it best to say. His secretary looked at Shelly then back at him. Sure, Sheriff, she murmured, and walked out of the office, pulling the door shut behind her. Once the door clos ed, Dare turned his full attention back to Shelly. His gaze went immediately to her lips; lips he used to enjoy tasting time and t ime again; lips that were hot, sweet and ultraresponsive. One nig ht he had thrust her into an orgasm just from gnawing on her lips and caressing them with the tip of his tongue. He swallowed to get his bearings when he felt his body begin responding to just b eing in the same room with her. He then admitted what he'd known for years. Shelly Brockman would always be the beginning and the end of his most blatant desires and a part of him could not belie ve she was back in College Park after being gone for so long. Sh elly felt the intensity of Dare's gaze and struggled to keep her emotions in check, but he was so disturbingly gorgeous that she f ound it hard to do so. Wearing his blue uniform, he still had tha t look that left a woman's mind whirling and her body overheated. He had changed a lot from the young man she had fallen in love with years ago. He was taller, bigger and more muscular. The few lines he had developed in the corners of his eyes, and the firmne ss of his jaw made his face more angular, his coffee-colored feat ures stark and disturbingly handsome and still a pleasure to look at. She noted there were certain things about him that had rema ined the same. The shape of his mouth was still a total turn-on, and he still had those sexy dimples he used to flash at her so of ten. Then there were those dark eyes--deep, penetrating--that at one time had had the ability to read her mind by just looking at her. How else had he known when she'd wanted him to make love to her without her having to utter a single word? Suddenly Shelly f elt nervous, panicky when she remembered the reason she had moved back to town. But there was no way she could tell Dare that he w as AJ's father--at least not today. She needed time to pull herse lf together. Seeing him again had derailed her senses, making it impossible for her to think straight. The only thing she wanted w as to get AJ and leave. I came for my son, Dare, she finally fou nd her voice to say, and even to her own ears it sounded wispy. Dare let out a deep breath. It seemed she wanted to get right dow n to business and not dwell on the past. He had no intention of l etting her do that, mainly because of what they had once meant to each other. It's been a long time, Shelly. How have you been? he asked raspily, failing to keep his own voice casual. He found th e scent of her perfume just as sexy and enticing as the rest of h er. I've been fine, Dare. How about you? Same here. She nodded . Now may I see my son? Her insistence on keeping things nonpers onal was beginning to annoy the hell out of him. His eyes narrowe d and his gaze zeroed in on her mouth; bad timing on his part. Sh e nervously swiped her bottom lip with her tongue, causing his bo dy to react immediately. He remembered that tongue and some of th e things he had taught her to do with it. He dragged air into his lungs when he felt his muscles tense. Aren't you going to ask wh y he's here? he asked, his voice sounding tight, just as tight as his entire body felt. She shrugged. I assumed that since the sc hool called and said he didn't show up today, one of your officer s had picked him up for playing hooky. No, that's not it, he sai d, thinking that was a reasonable assumption to make. I'm the one who picked him up, but he was doing something a bit more serious than playing hooky. Shelly's eyes widened in alarm. What? I ca ught him throwing rocks at passing motorists on Old National High way. Do you know what could have happened had a driver swerved to avoid getting hit? Shelly swallowed as she nodded. Yes. The fir st thought that came to her mind was that AJ was in need of serio us punishment, but she'd tried punishing him in the past and it h adn't seemed to work. I'm sorry about this, Dare, she apologized , not knowing what else to say. We moved to town a few weeks ago and it hasn't been easy for him. He needs time to adjust. Dare s norted. From the way he acted in my office earlier today, I think what he needs is an attitude adjustment as well as a lesson in r espect and manners. Whose kid is he anyway? Shelly straightened her spine. The mother in her took offense at his words. She admit ted she had spoiled AJ somewhat, but still, considering the fact that she was a single parent doing the best she could, she didn't need Dare of all people being so critical. He's my child. Dare stared at her wondering if she really expected him to believe tha t. There was no way the kid could be hers, since in his estimatio n of the kid's age, she was a student in college and his steady g irl about the same time the boy was born. I mean who does he real ly belong to since I know you didn't have a baby twelve or thirte en years ago, Shelly. Her gaze turned glacial. He is mine, Dare. I gave birth to him ten years ago. He just looks older than he r eally is because of his height. Shelly watched Dare's gaze sharpe n and darken, then his brows pulled together in a deep, furious f rown. What the hell do you mean you gave birth to him? he asked, a shocked look on his face and a tone of voice that bordered on anger and total disbelief. She met his glare with one of her own . I meant just what I said. Now may I see him? She made a move to leave Dare's office but he caught her arm. Are you saying that he was born after you left here? Yes. Dare released her. His fe atures had suddenly turned to stone, and the gaze that focused on hers was filled with hurt and pain. It didn't take you long to f ind someone in California to take my place after we broke up, did it? His words were like a sharp, painful slap to Shelly's face. He thought that she had given birth to someone else's child! How could he think that when she had loved him so much? She was sudd enly filled with extreme anger. Why does it matter to you what I did after I left here, Dare, when you decided after six long year s that you wanted a career with the FBI more than you wanted me? Dare closed his eyes, remembering that night and what he had sai d to her, words he had later come to regret. He slowly reopened h is eyes and looked at, Harlequin Kimani, 2010, 3, Ballantine Books. Good. 4.2 x 1.3 x 6.8 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 2001. 448 pages. Cover worn.<br>A brutalized corpse discovered in a rem ote region of the Hollywood Hills plunges psychologist detective Alex Delaware into a landscape of rage and madness as he struggle s to solve this most baffling of homicides. To some, Eldon Mate was evil personified. Others saw the former physician as a saint. But one thing was clear: Dr. Death had snuffed out the lives of dozens of human beings and now someone had turned him into a vict im. When Mate is found mutilated in a rented van, harnessed to hi s own killing machine, Delaware is asked to aid his old friend, h omicide cop Milo Sturgis, in the hunt for the death doctor?s exec utioner. But Alex harbors secrets of his own that threaten to der ail the partners? friendship as well as the increasingly complex investigation. With page-turning suspense and vivid portraits of L.A.?s darkest side, perennial bestseller Jonathan Kellerman?s la test tale of psychopathology taken to the extreme delivers an unf orgettable journey into the most sinister corners of the human mi nd. Editorial Reviews Review Intriguing . . . Stylish . . . A b razenly clever denouement. -The New York Times [A] ROLLER-COASTE R PLOT . . . JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED. -People No one does p sychological suspense as well as Jonathan Kellerman. Dr. Death is a terrifying voyage to the outer limits of madness. -Detroit Fre e Press GRIPPING. -Entertainment Weekly From the Inside Flap co rpse discovered in a remote region of the Hollywood Hills plunges psychologist detective Alex Delaware into a landscape of rage an d madness as he struggles to solve this most baffling of homicide s. To some, Eldon Mate was evil personified. Others saw the form er physician as a saint. But one thing was clear: Dr. Death had s nuffed out the lives of dozens of human beings and now someone ha d turned him into a victim. When Mate is found mutilated in a ren ted van, harnessed to his own killing machine, Delaware is asked to aid his old friend, homicide cop Milo Sturgis, in the hunt for the death doctor?s executioner. But Alex harbors secrets of his own that threaten to derail the partners? friendship as well as t he increasingly complex investigation. With page-turning suspense and vivid portraits of L.A.?s darkest side, perennial bestseller Jonathan Kellerman?s latest tale of psychopathology taken to the extreme delivers an unforgettable journey into the most sinister corners of t From the Back Cover Intriguing . . . Stylish . . . A brazenly clever denouement. -The New York Times [A] ROLLER-CO ASTER PLOT . . . JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED. -People No one do es psychological suspense as well as Jonathan Kellerman. Dr. Deat h is a terrifying voyage to the outer limits of madness. -Detroit Free Press GRIPPING. -Entertainment Weekly About the Author Jo nathan Kellerman is one of the world's most popular authors. He h as brought his expertise as a child psychologist to numerous best selling tales of suspense (which have been translated into two do zen languages), including thirteen previous Alex Delaware novels; The Butcher's Theater, a story of serial killing in Jerusalem; a nd Billy Straight, featuring Hollywood homicide detective Petra C onnor. His most recent novel is Monster. He is also the author of numerous essays, short stories, and scientific articles, two chi ldren's books, and three volumes of psychology, including Savage Spawn: Reflections on Violent Children. He and his wife, the nove list Faye Kellerman, have four children. Excerpt. ? Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Irony can be a rich dessert, so when the contents of the van were publicized, some people gorged . The ones who'd believed Eldon H. Mate to be the Angel of Death. Those who'd considered him Mercy Personified grieved. I viewed it through a different lens, had my own worries. Mate was murde red in the very early hours of a sour-smelling, fog-laden Monday in September. No earthquakes or wars interceded by sundown, so th e death merited a lead story on the evening news. Newspaper headl ines in the Times and the Daily News followed on Tuesday. TV drop ped the story within twenty-four hours, but recaps ran in the Wed nesday papers. In total, four days of coverage, the maximum in sh ort-attention-span L.A. unless the corpse is that of a princess o r the killer can afford lawyers who yearn for Oscars. No easy so lve on this one; no breaks of any kind. Milo had been doing his j ob long enough not to expect otherwise. He'd had an easy summer, catching a quartet of lovingly stupid homicides during July and August--one domestic violence taken to the horrible extreme and t hree brain-dead drunks shooting other inebriates in squalid Wests ide bars. Four murderers hanging around long enough to be caught. It kept his solve rate high, made it a bit--but not much--easier to be the only openly gay detective in LAPD. Knew I was due, he said. It was the Sunday after the murder when he phoned me at th e house. Mate's corpse had been cold for six days and the press h ad moved on. That suited Milo just fine. Like any artist, he cr aved solitude. He'd played his part by not giving the press anyth ing to work with. Orders from the brass. One thing he and the bra ss could agree on: reporters were almost always the enemy. What the papers HAD printed was squeezed out of clip-file biographies, the inevitable ethical debates, old photos, old quotes. Beyond t he fact that Mate had been hooked up to his own killing machine, only the sketchiest details had been released: Van parked on a r emote section of Mulholland Drive, discovery by hikers just after dawn. DR. DEATH MURDERED. I knew more because Milo told me. T he call came in at 8 P.M., just as Robin and I had finished dinne r. I was out the door, holding on to the straining leash of Spike , our little French bulldog. Pooch and I both looking forward to a night walk up the glen. Spike loved the dark because pointing a t scurrying sounds let him pretend he was a noble hunter. I enjoy ed getting out because I worked with people all day and solitude was always welcome. Robin answered the phone, caught me in time, ended up doing dog-duty as I returned to my study. Mate's yours ? I said, surprised because he hadn't told me sooner. Suddenly ed gy because that added a whole new layer of complexity to my week. Who else merits such blessing? I laughed softly, feeling my sh oulders humping, rings of tension around my neck. The moment I'd heard about Mate I'd worried. Deliberated for a long time, finall y made a call that hadn't been returned. I'd dropped the issue be cause there'd been no good reason not to. It really WASN'T any of my business. Now, with Milo involved, all that had changed. I k ept the worries to myself. His call had nothing to do with my pro blem. Coincidence--one of those nasty little overlaps. Or maybe t here really are only a hundred people in the world. His reason f or getting in touch was simple: the dreaded W word: whodunit. A c ase with enough psychopathology to make me potentially useful. A lso I was his friend, one of the few people left in whom he could confide. The psychopathology part was fine with me. What bother ed me was the friendship component. Things I knew but didn't tell him. COULDN'T tell him. ., Ballantine Books, 2001, 2.5, Auckland and London: Fontana. Good. 19.5 x 13cm. Paperback. 1964. 175 pages. Cover worn. ., Fontana, 1964, 2.5, Bantam Press. Very Good. Hardcover. 2013. 470 pages. light wear, light tanning<br><br><p><strong>INFERNO< /strong> <br /><br />by Dan Brown<br /><br />Bantam Press, UK, 20 13<br />ISBN 9780593072493<br />royal hb, dj, 470pp<br /><br />VE RY GOOD: light wear, light tanning<br /><br />'Seek and ye shall find.' With these words echoing in his head, eminent Harvard symb ologist Robert Langdon awakes in a hospital bed with no recollect ion of where he is or how he got there. Nor can he explain the or igin of the macabre object that is found hidden in his belongings . A threat to his life will propel him and a young doctor, Sienna Brooks, into a breakneck chase across the city of Florence. Only Langdon's knowledge of hidden passageways and ancient secrets th at lie behind its historic facade can save them from the clutches of their unknown pursuers. With only a few lines from Dante's da rk and epic masterpiece, The Inferno, to guide them, they must de cipher a sequence of codes buried deep within some of the most ce lebrated artefacts of the Renaissance - sculptures, paintings, bu ildings - to find the answers to a puzzle which may, or may not, help them save the world from a terrifying threat.</p> ., Bantam Press, 2013, 3, HQ. Paperback. Used; Good. **Simply Brit** Shipped with Premium postal service within 24 hours from the UK with impressive delivery time. We have dispatched from our book depository; items of good condition to over ten million satisfied customers worldwide. We are committed to providing you with reliable and efficient service at all times. 06/13/2019, HQ, 2.5, 01/01/2016. Hardcover. Used; Good. **WE SHIP WITHIN 24 HRS FROM LONDON, UK, 98% OF OUR ORDERS ARE RECEIVED WITHIN 7-10 DAYS. We believe you will be completely satisfied with our quick and reliable service. 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