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For five years, Cooper S. Beckett has written for Life on the Swingset. The website was born out of the feeling that he'd learned enough in his whole year of swinging to tell other people how to live their nonmonogamous lives. His hubris can be seen from space. Here, he has collected personal essays, stories, erotica, and prescriptive how-tos into this memoir of his life, My Life on the Swingset. He may be biased when it comes to swinging, polyamory, and other forms of ethical nonmonogamy (in fact, he most certainly is), but he doesn't sugarcoat it.

Many people go their whole lives without noticing anything that is afoot, amiss, or even untoward; without ever experiencing that toe-tingling, stomach-twisting sensation that a mystery is about to unfold. Not Bonnie Montgomery—the world's best detective. Not that anyone (other than Grampa Banks) has heard of her… But they might have heard of the great Montgomery Bonbon, the well-dressed gentleman detective who (apart from the hat and moustache) looks suspiciously like a 10-year-old girl.

This omnibus collection contains the books New Player in Town, Mech Hunt, and Showdown at Craydon, as well as a previously unpublished prologue story, "Final Days"!

My name is Slade Merrick and I'm a f--king sex addict... I've been told it's a problem. But I see it as a passion; something that I'm good at. And who the f--k stops something that they're good at? They want me to seek help; get my cock in check. Don't judge my lifestyle. You're no better than me. Just admit it, you like to f--k too. Sex is what I do best; my own personal high, so I embrace it instead of being ashamed. When I'm not f--king, I'm slinging drinks at Walk Of Shame or stripping my way into your bed.

Take a quick journey through three tales that will make you wonder, make you shiver, and make you avoid your own reflection. Buckle up and hang on as Leigh Grissom, author of The Eden Evolution Series, takes a side trip through the darker parts of her mind in her triumphant return to writing short stories.

She was only four years old when she was sold into the sex trade. White picket fences and steepled churches all guarded secrets that were not ever supposed to be told. In kindergarten, she began praying every night that Jesus would let her die. In second grade, she sat in church on a Sunday morning swinging her feet from a wooden pew behind the man who had paid to rape her the night before. Her perpetrators were from all walks of life. Here is the true account of how she was brought out of captivity and into a life of freedom.

My name is Slade Merrick, and I'm a f--king sex addict...I've been told it's a problem. But I see it as a passion; something that I'm good at. And who the f--k stops something that they're good at? They want me to seek help; get my cock in check. Don't judge my lifestyle. You're no better than me. Just admit it, you like to f--k too. Sex is what I do best; my own personal high, so I embrace it instead of being ashamed. When I'm not f--king, I'm slinging drinks at Walk Of Shame or stripping my way into your bed; another thing I'm good at.

The rock on her hand is real, but our engagement is a fake. Once upon a time, I dreamed of buying her a ring, until everything blew up in my face. That was the past, and this is business. At least it is until I kiss her. It's supposed to be part of the act - and it is, right until my lips touch hers. I forget where we are. I forget why I'm kissing her. I just want more. More of her taste, more of the tug of her fingers in my hair as she pulls me closer. More of her tongue stroking mine, more of her breath in my lungs. Just more. I want everything.

I thought coming home would solve all my problems. I've never been more wrong. After a decade in the military, I'm more at home in the desert than the mansion where I grew up. I want to pretend that six months as a captive didn't change me, but ever since I escaped, I haven't slept. Nightmares. Flashbacks. Nothing makes sense anymore. Until I see her. Standing in the moonlight in her white nightgown, she looks like an angel. The second I touch her I know she's all woman.

I Was Scammed: Don’t Be Scammed by Email, Phone, and Social Media Scams begins with a brief introduction to how the scam investigation began after a scam targeting book authors in The Big Con. Then the book focuses on the different ways that scammers use emails, phone calls, and social media posts to find victims. Some of the scams featured include inheritance, business opportunity, investment, and consignment scams. Others are winning a lottery, good news for you, help from the government, account suspended, unauthorized access, and credit card misuse scams.

Growing up in Harland Creek, Gabriela Jackson was the girl all the guys wanted and all the girls wanted to be. Until one tragic night that rocks the entire town and leaves her the object of scorn. Unable to stay in a place where the entire town hates her, she signs a modeling contract with an elite New York agency just to get away. She soon discovered the darker side of beauty.

Ever the introverted bookworm, Eliza Ross has read many love stories set to a backdrop of sleigh bells and snow flurries. But turning the pages of her favorite authors’ latest release is the closest she’s ever come to that kind of romance. Convinced it would be yet another holiday full of itchy Christmas sweaters and family gatherings, Eliza takes a break from her college courses and ventures home to the small town of Harland Creek. Little does she know more than tinsel and holly berries await her there.

This collection includes Promise Kept, Promise Made, Promise Forever, and Christmas in Harland Creek.

Olivia McCade prefers flowers to people. Other than the occasional thorn poke, she figures plants are far less likely to hurt her. It was that realization that caused her to leave her nursing career behind and settle into the calming aromas of her flower shop. The plan worked great...until a huge wedding contract put her face-to-face with the man who broke her heart and shattered her dreams.

Lying on her job application wasn’t the best way to kick off her fresh start in a small town, but Heather Smith is out of options. She desperately needs the job, or she will soon be without a place to live. Even so, Heather truly likes Elizabeth Harland, the old woman who hired her as her caregiver, and is eager to work hard, and prove she’s right for the task. Now, if she could just figure out why a local farmer keeps casting suspicious glares her way.

A young woman desperate for a job, a single veterinarian who needs help, and a charity that will melt your heart. Missy Long has a spending problem. Coupled with the fact she can’t decide on a career means bad news when Christmas is upon her and she’s up to her eyeballs in debt.

I didn't buy my house just so I could stare at the guy next door. I swear. It's not my fault he mows the lawn with his shirt off. His tattooed muscles are an eye magnet. I can't look away. The first kiss is an accident. One taste and I have to have more. We were supposed to keep it casual. Neighbors with benefits. No big deal. When a client comes after me for turning him in to the FBI, Lucas swears he'll keep me safe. I'm not supposed to fall in love with him. That's not the deal. I'm walking straight into broken heart, and I can't stop myself.

For two years I held Vance Winters off...right up until the day my fiancé dumped me for his mistress and Vance kissed me senseless. Vance Winters was six feet of dangerously beautiful mayhem. Wicked blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and golden skin covered in tattoos. Trouble. I should have taken one look and run in the other direction. I should have told him to take his job offer and shove it up his tight, perfect ass. I should have done a lot of things.

CHASE - I've been on my own since my parents kicked me out. I made my first million at twenty and never looked back. Then I found out I was the long, lost son of the wealthy and powerful Winters family. Their name means fame, fortune, power. F--k that. Blood doesn’t make a bond. The Winters might be glad they’ve found me, but they need to understand one thing: I was never lost. Until now. When a mix-up leaves me homeless, I find myself living in Winters House. It's too close. Too much. Too in my face. The little café down the street is the perfect escape. Perfect coffee.

I was in big trouble. The biggest. Running out of time, I turned to him. Jacob Winters promised he'd solve all my problems. All I had to do was become his pet. With some men, that kind of deal might have been a nightmare. Jacob Winters was a dream come true. I was raised to be a lady, not a man's plaything. But with Jacob, I almost had it all; pleasure like I'd never known and protection from the danger stalking me. Was it greedy to want more? I had his body, but I wanted his heart.