VioletI never meant to lie to my parents about my job—I only wanted to make them proud. So when Dad asks me to return to New York to manage the renovation of a townhouse he owns, I can't say no, even though I'm in way over my head.But the real challenge comes in the form of Kyle, the gruff and ruggedly-handsome foreman, eighteen years my senior and my father's best friend. We clash on everything, except for the chemistry that sizzles between us—chemistry he...

Chemistry sizzles when a determined business grad and brooding, tattooed landscaper surrender to their forbidden attraction in this steamy and heartfelt romance.Poppy: Crushing on your best friend's dad? Bad idea. Moving in with him? Even worse. But Wyatt Mathers is unlike any dad I've ever met: he's tattooed, owns a motorcycle, and is dangerously handsome. Oh, and he's hell-bent on protecting me from my toxic ex.To him, I'm his da...

DaisyI never planned on being a virgin at twenty-five, stuck in a dead-end job. And I definitely didn't plan to fall for Weston, the married hottie in a suit who likes my daily coffee art. At least I think he does. He doesn't smile much.Then I meet Jesse. He's charming and more than happy to relieve me of my V-card, but is he really the one? My world turns upside down when I learn Jesse's father is Weston, my secret crush. Even more surprising? Wes...

Wars in this century are radically different from the major conflicts of the 20th century--more amorphous, asymmetrical, globally connected, and unending. Choreographies of 21st Century Wars is the first book to analyze the interface between choreography and wars in this century, a pertinent inquiry since choreography has long been linked to war and military training. The book draws on recent political theory that posits shifts in the kinds of wars occurring since the First and Se...

Amy and Sprocket are on a mission - to find her dad and his mum, rescue the baby from the Brats and uncover exactly what is going on inside the mysterious nudist colony. But the truth is even more terrifying than anything they imagined. Uncovering deadly secret after deadly secret, Amy and Sprocket are lured deeper into a mystery that gets more exciting with every turn of the page.

Amy and Sprocket are on a mission - to find her dad and his mum, rescue the baby from the Brats and uncover exactly what is going on inside the mysterious nudist colony. But the truth is even more terrifying than anything they imagined. Uncovering deadly secret after deadly secret, Amy and Sprocket are lured deeper into a mystery that gets more exciting with every turn of the page.

Amy and Sprocket are on a mission - to find her dad and his mum, rescue the baby from the Brats and uncover exactly what is going on inside the mysterious nudist colony. But the truth is even more terrifying than anything they imagined. Uncovering deadly secret after deadly secret, Amy and Sprocket are lured deeper into a mystery that gets more exciting with every turn of the page.

Roy's tiny breaths sounded like milkshake fighting its way up a very thin straw. His eyes were closed. 'Rory,' I said. 'Don't die. Don't die.' His eyes fell open. They flicked wildly around. 'The goat,' he shouted. I didn't bother looking behind me. I knew there was no goat. And I knew Rory wasn't dying. Not yet. It's WICKED! It's the end. But you'll never forget it.

Sprocket's lost his memory; Amy's lost her dad. So now the two of them are on a quest that will take them to the weirdest nudist colony in the world - a hidden community whose dangerous experiments are keeping the nudists alive artificially. Now that their secret is out, are Amy and Sprocket's lives in peril?

'There he is,' Gramps shrieked. 'The Spy. The scumbag spy.' I looked up and saw a monstrous white hairy face disappear into the drain. I had never seen such a frightening sight. White hair covered its entire head. I couldn't even see any eyes. In a flask Gramps splashed into the drain after it. It's WICKED! It won't let you go. And it's bringing you closer to the end...

I burst out of a clump of bushes and froze. Silhouetted against the moonlit sky were several massive shapes. What if Eileen had infected something else? What if the hospital had cockroaches? Or bedbugs? What if the frogs weren't all dead? I stifled a scream. It's WICKED! It's got you in its grip. And it's to be continued...

'Charge' came Gramps' excited voice. I gasped. The frog general was as big as a full-grown cow. He started to roll his tongue back into his mouth. He was going to slurp me up and slide me down his throat. Thwack. The frog's tongue cracked out like a giant whip. 'Now,' I screamed to Gramps. 'Fire.' It's wicked how it grabs you. And it's to be continued...