I knew Carlotta Fell in the early days before the war. Then she was escaping into art, and was just "Fell." That was at our famous but uninspired school of art, the Thwaite, where I myself was diligently murdering my talent. At the Thwaite they always gave Carlotta the Still-life prizes. She...
Eli tells the story of a boy born to be great. Eli is born in the forest but must flee after an attack on his parents to save his life. After some time hunters are sought by the king and being an exemplary hunter himself, makes the team. it is while they hunt that he discovers things both exciting...
A biker club romantic comedy featuring smokin\' hot bikers, courageous heroines, and heart-pounding club drama. Written by USA Today Bestselling Author, Cassie Alexandra.Twenty-one-year-old college student, Adriana Nikolas, doesn\'t really know what to make of Raptor, the sexy biker who seems to...
Written by USA Today Bestselling Authors K.L. Middleton and Cassie AlexandraI didn't think there could be anything worse than losing my parents... until I changed schools and became the target of the A-squad - the cruel and popular a-holes of Diamond Lake High.The worst of the group? Chase Adams...
PAINT as our partner in all the affairs of life may be a new thought, but it is an old established fact nevertheless. In reality paint is so interwoven with every turn of the wheel, that it is forever at our side, like our Siamese Twin.
Ascension lilies were everywhere in our shabby drawing-room. They crowded two tables and filled a corner and rose, slim and white, atop a Sheraton cabinet. Every one had sent Pelleas and me a sheaf of the flowers—the Chartres, the Cleatams, Miss Willie Lillieblade, Enid, Lisa and dear Hobart...
Tom Lionel, Consulting Engineer, awoke with a shake of his head. At once, he was out of bed. He consulted first the calendar and then the clock. The thought struck him funny. He hadn't been drinking, but the idea of looking at a calendar upon awakening might be construed as an admission that he...
The good folk of our county always seized with gladness any fair excuse for merry-making, especially in the dead of winter, when farm work was slack.
Sir Harold Wynde, Baronet, was standing upon the pier head at Brighton, looking idly seaward, and watching the play of the sunset rays on the waters, the tossing white-capped waves, and the white sails in the distance against the blue sky.
Once there were two little kittens that did not wear any mittens. All they wore were coats—the one yellow and the other black. They both had blue, blue eyes, and sharp teeth and feet like cushions and scratchy claws, and they were EXACTLY THE SAME AGE!