Can the doc who's saving her child......help her love again?ER and rescue doctor Tom Chapman knows what it's like to lose everything. So when his colleague and friend, single mom Laura McKenzie, brings her sick son to the ER, Tom leaps into action. Caring for little Harry brings Tom and Laura a lot closer. But they've both been through so much, can they risk their hearts again?Rescue Docs miniseriesBook 1 — Resisting Her Rescue DocBook 2 — Pregnant with Her Best Friend's BabyBook 3 — Dr. Right for the Single Mom"Ms. Roberts always writes heartfelt and wonderful stories that make me sympathize with the main characters and this story was no different. Overall, Ms. Roberts has delivered a really good read in this book where this couple have wonderful chemistry...."— Harlequin Junkie on Resisting Her Rescue Doc"I love Harlequin medical romances and am always happy to read one by Ms. Roberts...

A paramedic is in for a shock when his ex reveals a life-changing secret in the first of Alison Roberts's new linked duet, Morgan Family Medics!A surprise reunion......changes everything! Paramedic Jonno's memory of Brie is instantaneous when they meet again—and so is their mutual attraction. While Brie can't disguise the flutters of excitement Jonno brings out in her, she also knows she now has an opportunity to reveal what she's been longing to tell him—he has a son! Jonno wasn't planning on sticking around, but maybe Brie can give him a reason to stop running...From Harlequin Medical: Life and love in the world of modern medicine.Morgan Family Medics Book 1: Secret Son to Change His LifeBook 2: How to Rescue the Heart Doctor

Sleeping in Snow. Cold comfort is naturally suggested by a bed of snow, yet I have enjoyed great comfort and much warmth in such a bed. My friend Lumley was particularly fond of warmth and of physical ease, yet he often expressed the opinion, with much emphasis, that there was nothing he enjoyed so much as a night in a snow-bed. Jack Lumley was my chum—a fine manly fellow with a vigorous will, a hardy frame, and a kindly heart. We had a natural leaning towards each other—a sort of undefinable sympathy—which inclined us to seek each other’s company in a quiet unobtrusive way. We were neither of us demonstrative; we did not express regard for each other; we made no protestations of undying friendship, but we drew together, somehow, especially in our hunting expeditions which were numerous. On holidays—we had two in the week at the outpost in the American backwoods where we dwelt—when the other young fellows were cleaning gulls or arranging snow-shoes for the day’s work, Lumley was wont to say to me:— “Where d’you intend to shoot to-day, Max?” (Max was an abbreviation; my real name is George Maxby.) “I think I’ll go up by the willows and round by Beaver Creek.” “I’ve half a mind to go that way too.” “Come along then.” And so we would go off together for the day. One morning Lumley said to me, “I’m off to North River; will you come?” “With pleasure, but we’ll have to camp out.” “Well, it won’t be the first time.” “D’you know that the thermometer stood at forty below zero this morning before breakfast?” “I know it; what then? Mercurial fellows like you don’t freeze easily.” I did not condescend to reply, but set about preparing for our expedition, resolving to carry my largest blanket with me, for camping out implied sleeping in the snow. Of course I must guard my readers—especially my juvenile readers—from supposing that it was our purpose that night to undress and calmly lie down in, or on, the pure white winding-sheet in which the frozen world of the Great Nor’-west had been at that time wrapped for more than four months. Our snow-bed, like other beds, required making, but I will postpone the making of it till bed-time. Meanwhile, let us follow the steps of Lumley, who, being taller and stronger than I, always led the way. This leading of the way through the trackless wilderness in snow averaging four feet deep is harder work than one might suppose. It could not be done at all without the aid of snow-shoes, which, varying from three to five feet in length, enable the traveller to walk on the surface of the snow, into which he would otherwise sink, more or less, according to its condition. If it be newly fallen and very soft, he sinks six, eight, or more inches. If it be somewhat compressed by time or wind he sinks only an inch or two. On the hard surface of exposed lakes and rivers, where it is beaten to the appearance of marble, he dispenses with snow-shoes altogether, slings them on his gun, and carries them over his shoulder....

A romance of the fifth century, in which many of the scenes described in the \'Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire \' are reset to suit the purpose of the author. Only two historical personages are introduced into the story,- the Emperor Honorius, and Alaric the Goth; and these attain only a secondary importance. Among the historical incidents used are the arrival of the Goths at the gates of Rome, the Famine, the last efforts of the besieged, the Treaty of Peace, the introduction of the Dragon of Brass, and the collection of the ransom,- most of these accounts being founded on the chronicles of Zosimus. This book does not show the intricacy of plot and clever construction of the author\'s modern society stories; but it is full of action, vivid in color, and sufficiently close to history to convey a dramatic sense of the Rome of Honorius and the closing-in of the barbarians.

A knock at the door...Will change her life!After the heartbreak of losing her husband and baby, GP Sophie Bradford donated her eggs hoping to bring happiness to another couple, instead. Then Dr. Finn Connelly arrives on her doorstep with his orphaned nieces — and her biological twin girls! Sophie had vowed never to risk creating another family, but Finn and her adorable little daughters start to melt the ice around her heart..."The first three books of this series are engrossing and fast-paced and this story is no different. Really, right from the beginning, this story had me hooked...." Harlequin Junkie on Rescued by Her Mr. Right "Ms. Roberts has delivered a really good read to open this series where the chemistry between this couple was intense; the romance was special...and the words the hero says to the heroine that shows how in love he is with her." Harlequin Junkie on The Shy Nurse's Rebel Doc

From the legendary American master Paul Theroux comes a brilliant new novel of chilling psychological depth, the tale of a younger brother whose lifelong rivalry with his older brother—a powerful lawyer with a pattern of gleefully vicious betrayals—culminates in the ultimate plan: murder.Cal has always lived in the shadow of his manipulative and domineering brother, Frank, who was doted upon by their mother and beloved by the girls in their small New England hometown—including Cal's own girlfriends. In an attempt to escape Frank's intrusive presence, Cal pursues a different kind of freedom in the world's wild spaces, prospecting for gold and precious minerals everywhere from the heat of the desert at the Mexican border to the Alaskan chill, to central Africa, and Colombian mines where he will meet the love of his life, Vida. Soon he is dripping in wealth, his pockets full of gold nuggets and emeralds, but the money means far less...

Begins the Tale—Naturally. From the earliest records of history we learn that man has ever been envious of the birds, and of all other winged creatures. He has longed and striven to fly. He has also signally failed to do so. We say “failed” advisedly, because his various attempts in that direction have usually resulted in disappointment and broken bones. As to balloons, we do not admit that they fly any more than do ships; balloons merely float and glide, when not otherwise engaged in tumbling, collapsing, and bursting. This being so, we draw attention to the fact that the nearest approach we have yet made to the sensation of flying is that achieved by rushing down a long, smooth, steep hill-road on a well-oiled and perfect ball-bearings bicycle! Skating cannot compare with this, for that requires exertion; bicycling down hill requires none. Hunting cannot, no matter how splendid the mount, for that implies a certain element of bumping, which, however pleasant in itself, is not suggestive of the smooth swift act of flying. We introduce this subject merely because thoughts somewhat similar to those which we have so inadequately expressed were burning in the brain of a handsome and joyful young man one summer morning not long ago, as, with legs over the handles, he flashed—if he did not actually fly—down one of our Middlesex hills on his way to London. Urgent haste was in every look and motion of that young man’s fine eyes and lithe body. He would have bought wings at any price had that been possible; but, none being yet in the market, he made the most of his wheel—a fifty-eight inch one, by the way, for the young man’s legs were long, as well as strong. Arrived at the bottom of the hill the hilarious youth put his feet to the treadles, and drove the machine vigorously up the opposite slope. It was steep, but he was powerful. He breathed hard, no doubt, but he never flagged until he gained the next summit. A shout burst from his lips as he rolled along the level top, for there, about ten miles off, lay the great city, glittering in the sunshine, and with only an amber-tinted canopy of its usual smoke above it. Among the tall elms and in the flowering hedgerows between which he swept, innumerable birds warbled or twittered their astonishment that he could fly with such heedless rapidity through that beautiful country, and make for the dismal town in such magnificent weather. One aspiring lark overhead seemed to repeat, with persistent intensity, its trill of self gratulation that it had not been born a man. Even the cattle appeared to regard the youth as a sort of ornithological curiosity, for the sentiment, “Well, you are a goose!” was clearly written on their mild faces as he flew past them. Over the hill-top he went—twelve miles an hour at the least—until he reached the slope on the other side; then down he rushed again, driving at the first part of the descent like an insane steam-engine, till the pace must have increased to twenty miles, at which point, the whirl of the wheel becoming too rapid, he was obliged once more to rest his legs on the handles, and take to repose, contemplation, and wiping his heated brow—equivalent this, we might say, to the floating descent of the sea-mew....

In the first installment of Alison Roberts's Daredevil Doctors duet, a playboy paramedic thinks a secret fling with his new crew partner is a great idea...until inconvenient feelings start getting in the way! A DANGEROUS TEMPTATION! After a family trauma, self-proclaimed playboy Edward is living life to the fullest. On his first day with Aberdeen-based air rescue paramedics, he's floored by the instant crackle of electricity he experiences with crew partner Jodie. It's clear heartbroken Jodie's not willing to risk another workplace romance, but a secret fling could be just what they need! Will forbidden nights together lead to the forever they've been too scared to consider?From Harlequin Medical: Life and love in the world of modern medicine.Daredevil Doctors Book 1: Forbidden Nights with the ParamedicBook 2: Rebel Doctor's Baby Surprise

Following the death of her mother, Marie Bromar goes to live with the Voss family at the Lion d\'Or hotel in the Vosges mountains in northeastern France. Over a period of several years she and George Voss fall in love, but George\'s father Michel forbids them to marry.

A pair of lectures from one of the twentieth century’s most mesmerizing speakers Lawrence Durrell was in his early twenties when, tired of the stiffness of London life, he took his family to live in Corfu. Interwar Greece, whose hard beds and mosquito swarms Durrell documented so tenderly in Prospero’s Cell, was no more. In the first of this pair of lectures, given during a 1970s visit to California, Durrell recalls those days, talking of family, poetry, and the joy of the islands as no other writer can. When war came to the Mediterranean, Durrell was swept into diplomatic service, an adventure he recounts in his second lecture. Though a diplomat of the modern world, he served under men whose experience stretched back to the days before the telephone, when solutions for crises had to be devised by the ambassador, and not phoned in from London. These two lectures on long-vanished worlds are an elegant demonstration of the evocative power of Durrell’s unmatched storytelling.

A trucker lies dying. A soul goes riding. Someone sings amazing grace.As a man lays dying in a rickety shack in Alabama, his nephew's soul does a fact check on his most famous story and finds out it's true.

R.M. Ballantyne was a Scottish author who wrote over 100 books and was best known for children’s fiction.  Ballantyne was also a famous artist.

"A laugh-out-loud tour de force." —Kirkus, starred reviewEver wish you had a way to magically solve all of your problems? The kids at Hopewell Elementary School might have exactly what you're searching for—just walk down the hall and stop at Locker 37.Carson Cooper realizes that he has a very inconveniently located stain on his pants. That is NOT the way to start things off on the first day of school. Fortunately, Carson finds a letter written by last year's fourth graders stuck to the bottom of his desk with some watermelon bubble gum. The note explains the existence of Locker 37, which will provide a solution to any problem! And when Carson sneaks off to the locker it does, indeed, provide a solution—an eraser! But the problem is that the eraser works a little too well, erasing anything it's rubbed against three times. ANYTHING.

'Alastair Bonnett combines a deep knowledge of history and contemporary geopolitics with a seasoned travel writer's eye for the telling detail, as he gives us a tour of our terrifying but often beautiful new world.' Joshua Keating, author of Invisible Countries: Journeys to the Edge of NationhoodNew islands are being built at an unprecedented rate whether for tourism or territorial ambition, while many islands are disappearing or fragmenting because of rising sea levels. It is a strange planetary spectacle, creating an ever-changing map which even Google Earth struggles to keep pace with. In The Age of Islands, explorer and geographer Alastair Bonnett takes the reader on a compelling and thought-provoking tour of the world's newest, most fragile and beautiful islands and reveals what, he argues, is one of the great dramas of our time.From a 'crannog', an ancient artificial island in a Scottish loch, to the militarized artificial islands China is...