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In religion, there are seven deadly sins that everyone must deal with sooner or later: gluttony, greed, sloth, pride, envy, wrath, and lust. In relationships, there are five deadly questions that every guy must deal with sooner or later: Does this dress make my ass look fat? How many women have you slept with? Should I get a boob job? Do you think I´d make a good prostitute? How the hell do I get her to sign the pre-nup? Forget about Dr. Phil, Wayne, Laura, and Dr. Ruth: listen to this book instead, and take control of your relationship. Now, for the first time, men of the world can have a chance to exist in a relationship without being at a disadvantage. This book teaches men how to deal with most of the most common things that women say. Men can now learn how to interpret those words, know the meanings behind them, and manipulate each situation to bring about a much more desirable conclusion. Also included in this book are the answers to the most difficult questions that females ask their men, plus how to get a pre-nuptial agreement signed, and much, much more. This is the perfect book for any male old enough to date, and is a must-listen for any guy about to enter into a relationship, because knowing how to interpret and manipulate the female thought process can be a life-saving skill. Dr. Shoveen has gotten into various degrees of trouble with numerous women´s rights groups, and the publisher of this book wants all listeners to be advised that the views of Dr. Shoveen in no way are meant to be representative of the views of Magic Lamp Press/Productions, the publisher of his books in print, digital, and audio formats. 1. Language: English. Narrator: Ted Delorme. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/070472/bk_acx0_070472_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
Eighteen-year-old Connors date, Gena, takes one look at his manhood and bursts out laughing. She takes pictures with her phone and hurries away. Dejected, Connor goes home but walks in on his mother, whos with a very well-endowed stranger. Later that night, his mom Mattie learns that Connor saw her. Connors devastated and strips to show her why. When he threatens to go jump off a bridge, Mattie knows she has to keep his spirits up somehow. Because hes standing nude in front of her, and shes sitting down, she has an idea-but what shes about to do will have to stay a secret because it breaks a big taboo. What mom wouldnt break the rules to encourage her son to stay upbeat about life? ----- PG Excerpt ----- Mattie, Connors mother, leaned down to put more beers on the table for a trio of twenty-something guys, and she pretended not to notice how their eyes dropped to her cleavage, revealed in the loose, blue, deep-V pullover. Her 36C boobs were easy to see in a blue lace bra. She was almost old enough to be their mother, but they were semi-regulars who had tipped her well in the past. She hoped her ongoing boob show, plus their beer buzz, would keep their generosity flowing just like the beer. There you go, guys. Will there be anything else? Nah, were fine, said one guy, without looking up from the deep V revealing her boobs. Mattie laughed. She wasnt very tall, and her lack of height emphasized her bust. Her constant walking as a barmaid here at the Grillin Gator Bar kept her short legs toned and shapely. While her butt was bigger than she liked, she knew it still attracted male attention as she walked around the bar and bent over to serve customers. Right now, she knew that a guy named Hank was sitting behind her, almost certainly looking as far up her snug little black skirt as he could. Hank drove through this area a couple of times a year on business and had become a casual friend. Now she straightened up and turned around. Hank was still looking down at her bare legs, before he raised his gaze and grinned. Nice to see you again, Mattie. I always think of you when my routes going to bring me this way. His attention dropped back down to her boobs. Im flattered. The truth is, I think of you, too. Mattie ran a hand through her short, brown curls, which came from her Irish heritage. She was forty-one years old and had never married. Connors biological father had just been a one-time hookup.
If you´re looking to get married and you´re not, there´s most likely a very good reason: you. Not that you´re a bad person - you´re certainly not! It´s just that you haven´t yet become the woman you need to be in order to have the partnership you want. So how can you grow into someone who is ready to say ´´I do´´ and to attract the same in a mate? You start with this book. Based on her wildly popular Huffington Post article - one of the site´s most-viewed of all time - Why You´re Not Married . . . Yet dishes out straightforward, no-holds-barred practical and proven advice for women hoping to head down the aisle or just have a great relationship. With sisterly insight, razor-sharp wit, and refreshing candor, McMillan points out the things that might be in your blind spot: unhelpful attitudes, behaviors, and beliefs so easy to identify in others, but much more difficult to see in yourself. Then she shows you how to adjust them to get the relationship you deserve. Like a no-nonsense but loving best friend, McMillan meets you right where you are to help you get where you´re going - with clarity and honesty. And she´ll make you laugh out loud along the way. More than just a relationship manual, Why You´re Not Married . . . Yet will help you diagnose what´s preventing you from getting what you want. Do any of these chapter headings sound familiar? You´re a Bitch: How defensiveness and anger can hide behind a tough, take-charge exterior, and why being nice is never a sign of weakness. You´re a Liar: How to stop lying to men - and get honest with yourself - about the kind of relationship you really want. It´s the only way. You´re Shallow: Being a woman who insists on a tall guy is no different from being a man who demands big boobs. Learn why you should let go of trying to get what you think you should have and focus on getting what you need. You´re Selfish:... 1. Language: English. Narrator: Tracy McMillan. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/rand/003099/bk_rand_003099_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
Hellhounds ate my homework. Justin won Elyssa´s heart and saved his dad from rogue vampires, but just when he thinks he can ride off into the sunset on a white horse, trouble not only knocks on his door, it plows through it with hellhounds. Spawn relatives with their own agendas, vampires running amok, and his father marked for death - it seems there´s no end to the kinds of monsters out to make Justin´s life miserable. It´s almost enough to make him long for the days of man boobs, Kings and Castles, and nerd status. With a list of impossible quests growing faster than he can keep up, tracking down the deadliest assassin in the world may prove easier than winning the approval of Elyssa´s parents. The clock ticking, and dark forces on his heels, Justin gets a crash course in the mysteries and dangers of the Overworld. But with Elyssa by his side and his growing menagerie of friends, impossible odds suddenly seem possible again. 1. Language: English. Narrator: Austin Rising. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/072909/bk_acx0_072909_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
Maggie Douglas hasnt been laid in weeks, shes going through a bitter divorce, and she turns forty in a couple of weeks. Lucky for her she has a loving son. Tom isnt about to let her sink into a cloud of depression. And when circumstances conspire, and Maggie and Tom start to see each other as man and woman, rather than as mother and son, Maggie finds out that life begins at forty. Because on her birthday, she discovers that her son has a surprise for her, and its a big one! ----- PG Excerpt ----- Listen, Mom, he said, holding her hands. She returned his grip, staring into his eyes. You dont have blond hair or big boobs. And yes, a lot of women have better figures than you do. And I dont care. I dont give a damn for what youre not. I only care about what you are. And what you are is a wonderful woman. So youre not a Playboy centerfold. So what? Do you think Im going to be on the cover of Esquire anytime soon? Youve got great legs and an amazing butt and I love your hair and your face and youre smart and funny...and...and you deserve a hell of a lot better than that prick who made you miserable for so long. And? And I love you, he said, realizing that it was true. I love you so much, Mom. I want you to be happy. She rocked back, her eyes meeting his, searching his very soul. You can make me happy, Tom. All you have to do is one little thing. What? His mouth was dry, his voice a harsh rasp. Her hand settled, very gently, on his groin. Well. Maybe not so little after all.
Naomi is adopted, and she doesnt fit in her white-bread home town. But the lovely Filipina girl is hot and randy after a year of getting all the guilt-free sex she could handle at school. When her eyes settle on her hot younger brother Luke, she takes matters into her own hands. Because it isnt REALLY incest when youre adopted, right? ----- PG Excerpt ----- Wow, Nayo. That feels...fantastic. He could hear the smile in her voice as she moved her hands to his shoulders. My instructor said I had good hands. Of course, she might have just been trying to get into my pants. Uh-huh. He closed his eyes, his body sinking into lethargy. Then her actual words penetrated. Wait. She might have been trying to get into your pants? Yes. Her hands didnt cease their delightful movement, but her fingers gripped him hard around the shoulders, making him wince. Why? Do you have a problem with that? No. Not if you dont. Mindful of the fact that she needed to do her job, he kept his shrug to the barest twitch of a shoulder. Did you ever... Her hands moved down his arms to his biceps, her thumbs digging deep into the large muscles there. He could feel her shifting on the bed to keep a good angle. Her knees were on either side of his thighs. No. Oh, once, maybe. But not with her. Just a little fooling around with one of my girlfriends when she brought some wine from home and we tried it one night. You know how it is. Youre lonely, youre far from home, youre escaping all the religious bullshit youve been brought up with...and you start to wonder. Am I a lesbian? Or am I just hornier than hell? So we got a little tipsy and played truth or dare. Three of us. And when Linda dared Kimberly and me to make out, we did. She shifted again, her strong little hands working on either side of his spine. I liked it, she continued blithely, shocking Luke to his core. And I think I would have liked it more if wed gone a little bit further. Kimberly... her voice trailed off. I think she just got caught up in the moment. The next day she was complaining about her hangover and how she couldnt remember anything. But the way she looked at me made me sure that she did remember. And she wasnt sure whether she liked it or not. So...what are you saying? he asked, feeling as if he were tiptoeing through a minefield. In the dark. Blindfolded. Are you...youre not a lesbian? Are you? No. Moron. She slapped his rear, the sound echoing through the small room. She ignored his hiss of pain with serene indifference. Im not even bisexual. But sex isnt binary, you know. When you get to USD youll have your nose rubbed in that. She moved again, all the way down to the bottom of the bed, where she could massage his calves. More oil hit his skin. Thank God youre not too hairy down here. I swear, some guys Ive been with, they look like Bigfoot. Anyway, when you come with me to Vermilion, youll see that its true. There are gays and lesbians and some trans students. And there are bisexuals as well. We have ten thousand people on campus. Hell, Luke, its got almost as many students on campus as live in this entire town. So... he was growing even more confused. Youre not bisexual? But youd like making out with a girl? The right girl, yes. Kimberly and I are good friends. And shes cute. Shes got this fantastic reddish-brown hair, and nice big boobs. So no, Im not a lesbian. Or bi-sexual. But, you know, if Kim caught me in a weak moment and I was really horny, I might think about it.
This peculiar collection is a very real treat: we envy you the reading of it. Among the treasures in this volume are The Last Dream of Bwona Khubla, How the Office of Postman Fell Vacant in Offord-Under-the-Wold, The Prayer of Boob Aheera, East and West, A Pretty Quarrel, How the Gods Avenged Meoul Ki Ning, The Gift of the Gods, The Sack of Emeralds, The Old Brown Coat, An Archive of the Older Mysteries, and A City of Wonder, and a section he called Beyond the Fields We Know, which included Publishers Note, Idle Days on the Yann, A Shop in Go-By Street, and The Avenger of Perdondaris. Dunsany had a weird, weird imagination, but unlike most folks who think weird thoughts, he had a powerful ability to write (as you can see if you look through the text). Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, 18th Baron of Dunsany (24 July 1878 - 25 October 1957) was an Anglo-Irish writer and dramatist; his work, mostly in the fantasy genre, was published under the name Lord Dunsany. More than eighty books of his work were published, and his oeuvre includes many hundreds of published short stories, as well as successful plays, novels and essays. He achieved great fame and success with his early short stories and plays, and during the 1910s was considered one of the greatest living writers of the English-speaking world; he is today best known for his 1924 fantasy novel The King of Elflands Daughter. Born and raised in London, to the second-oldest title (created 1439) in the Irish peerage, Dunsany lived much of his life at what may be Irelands longest-inhabited house, Dunsany Castle near Tara, worked with W. B. Yeats and Lady Gregory, received an honorary doctorate from Trinity College, Dublin, was chess and pistol-shooting champion of Ireland, and travelled and hunted extensively. He died in Dublin after an attack of appendicitis.
Brittany is a sweet, voluptuous girl whos always been self-conscious about her weight. Her roommate, Darren, is a handsome black fitness trainer whos always dating skinny bimbos. The only thing Brittany thinks they have in common is a love for Brittanys cooking, but she couldnt be more wrong! Darren loves Brittanys extra pounds, hes just never felt confident enough to say it! ----- Excerpt ----- Darren brought his lips down to my ear. The thing is, Brit...the neck thing, the hips thing? Those are things you cant change. You get older and the skin sags...and theres nothing you can do about your hip bones. Now, belly fat, a chunky butt, thunder thighs, yeah, those things can shrink with cardiovascular exercise. But you... His hands slid down, down, down...until resting firmly on my ass. Youre just shaped the way God meant for women to be shaped. You have strong hips, you have skin that glows, and everything about you screams fertile and healthy and happy. Im... Was I panting? I could hardly breathe. But I didnt want this moment to end. All hed done was lay his hands on me and I felt more present than I ever had in my life. Im not happy, though, I whispered. He lifted his right hand, and took mine, and laid them together upon the flesh of my stomach. He pressed - he made me press - into my body. He gently massaged around my bellybutton. Why? he said. Because you dont look like Jessica? Like Cherine? Jessica had terrible skin, which comes from drinking too much alcohol, not drinking enough water, and throwing up too many nutrients. Cherine was nice, but she couldnt stop fixating on her breasts. She thought they were too wide apart, she thought her nipples were too dark. Darrens palm roved up, and for a second I thought he was going to grope my breast. But he held me. He just held me, firm, steady. Everybodys got something they dont like about themselves, he said. Thats natural. But if you cant see the difference between a real flaw and some bullshit comparison to somebody else, thats a problem. Jessicas solution was to cake on makeup. Cherines solution was to get a boob job. Oh, I said. His hands slid off my body and he twirled me, like we were dancing, and then we were facing each other. My white hands were almost lost inside his big, dark palms. He squeezed them to get my attention. I never asked you if you wanted me to train you because I never thought there was anything wrong with your body, he said. So think about that the next time someone tells you you have a fat ass. You have a big ass, girl, I aint gonna lie. But thats compared to all the girls out there who think that having no ass is a compliment. Your ass can do things... He bit his lip just as he was about to say something more. Anyway, I look the way I look because this is my job. I like the way I look, I like being in shape, but the world I work in is perched on a very fine line between good health and dysmorphia. You, Brit, you just have no idea how soft and smooth you feel. And you should never feel like you have to make excuses for being exactly who youre supposed to be. I... Why was he being so sweet to me? If I tried to actually form words, Id probably start crying. So I just nodded. Thanks, I managed to sputter. Hey... He brought his thumb up to wick away my first and last tear. That is not necessary. Now look, Im gonna do these dishes. You go take a bath or a shower or whatever you want to do. Hell, take a bubble bath. After a meal like that, you can have anything you want. Anything?
The third Mrs. Makepeace adventure sees her involved in a threesome with a pair of bisexual male architects. Then she goes home to her husband... --- You do know Im married? The bling on your finger makes that obvious, Aaron responded. I gave him a direct look and said, Then dont you think its a touch inappropriate to get so personal with me? Im married and Im also your boss...in a way. Your client, at least. Anyway, I thought you two were gay? Jimmy intervened at that point. He threw a malevolent glance at Aaron and said, Yes, he is being inappropriate, Julia. But, please, do forgive him. Hes young and you know what hes like. Aaron sniffed, like he was offended, his attitude all in the roll of eyes. Were more fluid than boring old gay, he said with a pout. He offered me an effeminate wave, one with a definite kink to his wrist. And I didnt mean to cause offense, he added. I meant it as a compliment! He took a step back and eyed me again, his gaze running all over my body. The heat in his look seemed a little at odds with his camp manner of speaking. The way he talked and his immaculate taste in clothes tagged him as gay. But, after what hed said about licking chocolate sauce off my boobs and the way his stare just about burned the clothes off my body, I got the sense Id misjudged him entirely.