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Rough Sex With My Dog In His Doghouse! (eBook, ePUB)
Home alone with my husband’s dog, Loki, I noticed he was acting unusually restless. Pacing back and forth, chasing the cat, just being a general jerk - more so than usual. Later, he lured me back to his doghouse. I thought he wanted to show me something. Once he had me inside, he made me perform unspeakable, filthy, forbidden acts on him and wouldn’t let me go until he had fully used and abused me. Excerpt: "What is it, boy?" I watched Loki, my husband's Siberian Husky. He had been in such a weird mood all day long. Running around in circles, licking his dick constantly, barking, trying to play with the cat (who clearly had no interest in his antics). And just being a general pest. But now he was barking and pawing at the back door like he wanted to show me something. "Is something out there?" I peered through the back window, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. He woofed more insistently. I sighed and opened the door. Expecting him to bolt outside to chase a rabbit or something, I tried to shut the door, but his body was half-way in and half out. "Go on! Go play!" I tried to shoo him out, but he wouldn't budge. He wanted to show me something. I shrugged and followed him - to his dog house. "What are you trying to show me?" He circled around and moved in and out of his house, then looked at me expectantly. I wrinkled my nose. "You don't really expect me to climb in there, do you? It's filthy!" He woofed insistently. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I did what Loki wanted me to. God help me, I don't know why I climbed in his filthy doghouse, but the moment I did I saw exactly why he wanted me in there.- Shop: buecher
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Swamp Inheritance: The Swamp Series, Book 3 , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 1104min
In the third book of the Swamp Series, visit the New Orleans area and a small town in the Louisiana swamp another time, where love crosses obsession and where deception, secrets, and murder are hidden in troubled minds in the streets of the city and behind a dark curtain of Spanish moss. Slip into the web of suspense where situations get sizzling and edgy, killers lurk, and passion runs hot and deep. Take a walk and get friendly with the warm and furry, once more.Domeno's skin crawled as if something had skittered along his shoulders. Emile stood a few feet away, the edges of his teeth showing behind the gray-toned skin. That same bony structure that had been misshapen and malformed months before had straightened, and the gobs and patches of hair that once covered his entire body were only wisps. His mismatched eyes held a reddish tint, not the solid wolf red of a shift, but close. Had another full moon worked that magic? Or, was it his double wolf genes?The man stood at the end of the crudely constructed table and studied the naked girl. Leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles bound her to the table, and a pair of leather straps, one across her chest, below her breasts, and one across her pale thighs. He had removed all her clothing except her shoes. She really should have let herself get more sun, he thought. The first girl he killed had been an accident, but none of them since had been accidental.The ball of white fur and gold eyes peered up at the man when he removed the lid. It waited a moment, as if judging the situation, placed one cautious paw at a time over the edge of the box, and climbed out. It could have easily been a dog, an overgrown puppy, but it wasn't. "Wolf!" the man cried, an instant before the animal sank its fangs into his throat with a snarling shriek and toppled him to the ground. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Joseph G. Deak. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/179676/bk_acx0_179676_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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No Encore for the Donkey, Hörbuch, Digital, 380min
Misanthrope. Iconoclast. Apostate. Drunk. Many words have been used to describe Doug Stanhope, but rarely has “hopeful” been one of them. However, heading into 2016, Stanhope peered through the apocalyptic fog and saw a forecast that was more rainbows than acid rain: His first book was set for release, his new stand-up special was in the can, and he was about to film a television pilot with his friend and confidant Johnny Depp. The sharks of Hollywood were circling, and Stanhope’s pockets were filled with chum. The only thing that could stop Doug was himself, and that’s exactly what he did.First came the booze, then came the pills, then came the stripper, and then, Doug came. A tryst aboard a cruise ship leaves him literally and figuratively adrift when his scorned wife, Bingo, reveals she is in love with another man: a jug-sippin’, guitar-pickin’ hobo. A simple, black-out fling turns out to be a pebble tossed into the lake of you-know-what named 2016, and in No Encore for the Donkey, Stanhope traces the resulting rings.Written and performed by Stanhope, his third memoir follows the veteran comedian on a quest to save his marriage, his wife, and eventually his wife’s life. Our hero's journey finds Stanhope cuddling with Johnny Depp in his Los Angeles mansion, receiving some much-needed TLC from Marilyn Manson, and - most daunting - building a new hour of comedy in the rusted-out hellscapes of post-industrial America.Equal parts love letter, road romp, and harrowing condemnation of the failures of America’s mental health care system, No Encore for the Donkey is a hilarious and heartbreaking account of a man balancing on the edge of damnation. With Bingo in a coma and Trump about to be elected, Stanhope sifts through the ruins of his own personal cataclysm in order to answer the big questions: What does it mean to love someone when you can’t love yourself? What is the point of success if you have no one to share it with? And is th Language: English. Narrator: Doug Stanhope. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/or/orig/000839/or_orig_000839_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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The House by the Lake: Gripping and Emotional World War 2 Fiction : Secrets of Paris , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 475min
The cobbled streets were dark as Isabelle hurried through the shadows, dodging in and out of doorways, constantly looking back. She worried the sound of her loudly thumping heart would give her away, as she peered around a corner. Suddenly, Isabelle was surrounded by Nazi soldiers, their black boots pounding on the pavement, barring her way.... 1939, Berlin. Max Albrecht is the young and handsome heir to a beautiful house on a lake where he spent his happy childhood. As war approaches, his parents tell him he must join the Nazi party or the whole family will be killed. But when his beloved French fiancé Isabelle shows him the horrifying truth, Max faces an impossible choice: Protect his family or save the girl he loves? 2010, San Francisco. Anna Young is content with her life, running a bustling deli and taking care of her adored grandfather Max, who raised her. Max has never spoken of his past until he hands over an old map, the plans to a grand house just north of Berlin. With a shaking finger, he points to it and says, “I left something behind under the floorboards. Please bring it home before I die.” When Anna arrives at the crumbling manor in Germany, she discovers a hidden engagement ring in a velvet box. She is desperate to find the woman her grandfather hoped to marry, but the local villagers look away when she mentions Max’s name, and back in San Francisco he is now in hospital, too unwell to speak to her. What did Max do so many years ago? Is Anna ready for the terrible secret that her family’s past may hold? From best-selling author Ella Carey comes an unforgettable novel, weaving together past and present. Gripping and heartbreaking, The House by the Lake uncovers the secrets and devastating choices that people were forced to make during history’s darkest time. Listeners are utterly captivated by The House by the Lake. ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Teri Shnaubelt. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/219693/bk_acx0_219693_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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The Healer's Legacy: The Healer's Trilogy, Book 1 , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 523min
The debut novel of The Healer's Trilogy, The Healer's Legacy is a stunning young adult/crossover work from fantasy novel author Sharon Skinner.Orphaned by war, haunted by unknown origins, and chased by a warlord and his army of brutal soldiers.Kira is a young woman with a secret. She can psychically communicate with animals. She is also on the run from her abusive mate Toril, the hero-turned-warlord, who led the country’s forces to victory against the outland raiders. Only, that was before his love of power consumed him. Now, his only focus is on tracking down Kira and making her punishment an example of his power.But the quest for freedom isn’t the only struggle Kira faces. She must also come to terms with her past choices, whose echoes drive her present. And now, the future of the land and people she has come to love depends on the decisions she will be forced to make.ExcerptToo soon, she heard the change in the cries of the men. Their yells, no longer those of encouragement, became bellowed curses. Kira peered ahead, straining to catch sight of the main road. Trad’s hooves beat a loud tattoo against the hard dirt, but she could hear the noise of pursuit rising in the distance.The sound of the pursuing horses grew to a low thunder as she and Trad burst onto the main road. She leaned low over Trad’s neck as the big horse veered right and lengthened his stride. The shouting of the men grew louder. Their curses carried through the woods, echoing between the trees.Kira urged Trad to quicken his pace. They had to put more distance between them and Toril’s men. At the sound of hooves behind her, she glanced back. Through the deepening shadows she saw movement. One of the men charged onto the main road, his horse a dark shadow moving beneath him. An arrow whizzed past, low and to the left. She sucked in her breath and hunched down in the saddle, squeezing tightly with her knees as Trad ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Bree Welch. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/225608/bk_acx0_225608_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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Tales from the Flashback: The Flashback Saga , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 129min
Five new tales from the Flashback, from its initial outbreak to its effects months down the road. Featuring characters and situations that will feature prominently later in the saga, Tales is both a prologue and supplement to Flashback Twilight. Essential for fans of the saga.... She couldn’t help but to think as they climbed the stairs to the top: How many times can you splash down the same stupid slide before it finally loses its appeal? I don’t know, she said to herself as Alex launched himself into the jet stream. How many times can your mother fall in love with the same type of guy? She sat down on the slide carefully and eased herself off. The type of guy who is all presents and attention at first but then disappears like the wind? She blew down the slide, rocking between the berms alarmingly in spite of her attempt to take it slow, and had a sudden vision of a great white shark waiting for her at the bottom - its spiny-toothed maw opened wide as a manhole, its pink palate gleaming. Then she exploded out the slide and was beneath the water again - waving her arms and legs for balance desperately - and when she surfaced, fully expecting Alex to pounce upon her immediately, she was surprised to find him nowhere in sight.And that was odd, considering she’d gone immediately after him. She scanned the water around her even as the late-afternoon sun, which had been pouring in through the windows, seemed to disappear completely. She peered outside and saw clouds stacking up in what had been a pure azure dome. Ah, she thought, it’s dipped behind a cloud. It’ll be back, unlike your long line of stepdads.That’s when she noticed the blood beginning to spread in the water all around her...and was gripped with terror.Omigod. Omigod, just...no.And such was her terror and embarrassment at starting her first period in public that she nearly fainted - but instead backed toward the edge of the pool, groping for the con ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Jason Arnold. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/136062/bk_acx0_136062_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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The Country Child , Hörbuch, Digital, ungekürzt, 505min
The dark wood was green and gold - green where the oak trees stood crowded together with misshapen, twisted trunks, red-gold where the great smooth beeches lifted their branching arms to the sky. In between jostled silver birches - olive-tinted fountains which never reached the light-black spruces with little pale candles on each tip - and nut trees smothered to the neck in dense bracken. The bracken was a forest in itself, a curving verdant flood of branches, transparent as water by the path but thick, heavy, secret a foot or two away, where high ferny crests waved above the softly moving ferns, just as the beech tops flaunted above the rest of the wood. The rabbits which crept quietly in and out reared on their hind legs to see who was going by. They pricked their ears and stood erect and then dropped silently on soft paws and disappeared into the close ranks of brown stems when they saw the child. She walked along the rough path, casting fearful glances to right and left. She never ran, even in moments of greatest terror, when things seemed very near, for then they would know she was afraid and close round her. Gossamer stretched across the way from nut bush to bracken frond and clung to her cold cheeks. Spilt acorns and beech mast Iay thick on the ground, green and brown patterns in the upside-down red leaves, which made a carpet. Heavy rains had swept the soil to the lower levels of the path and laid bare the rock in many places. On a sandy patch she saw her own footprint, a little square toe and a horseshoe where the iron heel had sunk. That was in the morning, when all was fresh and fair. It cheered her to see the homely mark, and she stayed a moment to look at it and replace her foot in it, as Robinson Crusoe might have done. A squirrel, rippling along a leafy bough, peered at her and then, finding her so still, ran down the tree trunk and along the ground. Her step was strangely silent, and a close observer would have seen tha ungekürzt. Language: English. Narrator: Jilly Bond. Audio sample: https://samples.audible.de/bk/adbl/020550/bk_adbl_020550_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.- Shop: Audible
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In the Season of Killing Bolts (eBook, ePUB)
How did it all begin? That depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather-which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees-it didn't take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn't take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback-which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake-to change the face of the earth. From In the Season of Killing Bolts: "Looks like a mushroom cloud-only, like, horizontal." I confess I jumped, and that my hand dropped to my weapon-had I carried one. "Donovan. Now how many times have I told you not to cut through the cemetery?" "Ah, Chief, but then I've got to go all the way around. And there's a mean dog on Oberlin; you know that. Besides," He stepped up next to me and gazed at the cloud. "You don't really mean to tell me you care about that when there's, well, that. Am I right?" I peered at the cloud: at its curtains of rain and lightning-like the tendrils of a jellyfish-at its billowing cumulonimbus, which flickered and flashed. "What is that?" I mumbled. "Is that, is that lightning up there, or something?" I guess he must have followed my gaze. "Up there? Near the top? No-no, I don't think so. More like-more like balloon beacons, or aircraft. Their wing lights, maybe-glowing in the gloom. Those colors, though. They don't-they don't look right. Almost like-" "That's because you've never seen them," I said, and toggled my radio. "No one has. K-94, this is the Chief. Do you copy?" But there was nothing-only static. Only white noise. I listened for the truck's radio: nothing. Just dead air. Just silence as thunder rumbled and the rain fell and the wind gusted-powerfully. Alarmingly. "K-94, this is the Chief-do you copy?" More static, more noise. I looked at the fast-approaching cloud. "Donovan," I said. "Yeah, Chief?" "Don't cut through the cemetery." And then I hustled for the truck and quickly climbed in-jammed it into gear, activated the light bar. Then I was driving out of the cemetery at a dizzying clip; reaching for my cellphone even as it started ringing and ringing; glancing at the shotgun as it lay-bleakly, funereally, like a coffin-between the seats.- Shop: buecher
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Pacific Avenue (eBook, ePUB)
Richard Johnson is a Black veteran, back from Vietnam and trying to rebuild his life by attending college in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He's smart and handsome, yet haunted by memories that plague his sleep and send him flying for cover at sudden noises. Kathy Woodbridge is a white student in one of Richard's classes. She's pretty, idealistic, and drawn irresistibly to Richard's combination of charm and aliveness. It leads her into a relationship different from any she had expected -- and to a tragedy greater than any she can face. Lacey Greer is a secretary in San Pedro, California. When Kathy shows up at her office and is hired with no record of her past, Lacey wonders what Kathy could be running from. She's determined to find out, and to help if she can. Set in the early seventies, "Pacific Avenue" explores themes of love, belonging, helpfulness, hope, forgiveness, reconciliation, interracial marriage, and healing from the trauma of war. ///////////////////////////////////////////////// Anne L. Watson, a retired historic preservation architecture consultant, is the author of numerous novels, plus books on such diverse subjects as soapmaking and baking with cookie molds. Anne has lived at various times in New Orleans, Baton Rouge, and San Pedro, California, the settings of "Pacific Avenue." She currently lives in Bellingham, Washington, with her husband and fellow author, Aaron Shepard. ///////////////////////////////////////////////// SAMPLE I chose a window seat on the Greyhound, but I didn't look out. For almost the whole trip, I stared at the rough tan upholstery of the seat in front of me. It had a rip on one side and three dark stains. A woman settled into the aisle seat. She raised her footrest, but it clunked back down. When I glanced her way, she caught my eye and smiled. "How do you make these things stay put?" she asked. I meant to answer -- the words were lined up in my mind. But before I could say them, they slipped apart like beads when the string breaks. I gave up and studied the seat cover again. Still tan, still ripped, still stained. The next time I looked, the woman was gone. Evening came, but I didn't use my reading light. Late at night, awake in the breathing dark, I imagined running my fingers over the seat back, erasing the stains, mending the seam. In the morning, I almost believed I could fix it. So, I took care not to touch it, not to find out for sure. In the afternoon, the bus left the freeway and crept through downtown traffic. I turned then, and peered through the mud-spattered window. As far as I could see, Los Angeles was a city of warehouses. I sank back into my seat. When we reached the station, I claimed my suitcase and dragged it through the waiting room to the street. Outside I found blank walls and empty sidewalks. No direction and no one to ask. Well, I ran away from college, then from New Orleans, and then Baton Rouge. Is it too soon to run away from here?- Shop: buecher
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The Hole in the Universe
The Hole in the Universe - How Scientists Peered over the Edge of Emptiness and Found Everything: ab 17.99 €- Shop: ebook.de
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