Have you had enough with working 40+ hours a week just to barely pay your mortgage, utility bills and supermarket shopping? Are you dreaming of jumping out of your unsatisfying salary and see your finances taking THAT upward trend that will guarantee lifelong financial independence? Are you OUT OF WORK and in urgent need of a steady, constant income? Are you COLLEGE STUDENT or PENSIONER wishing to boost your meagre budget with an impressive on-going income stream? If so, it’s time you took matters into your own hands! We Are Taking Your From Broke To Boss! In Simple, Efficient, Easy To Follow Steps! Working overtime has never made a diligent worker rich! Unemployment insecurity is not what you dreamt of! Consistent revenues that bring financial stability to spice up life with the confidence and flair of wealthy living take DRIVE and KNOW HOW, rather than the exhausting rat race most of us are struggling with. This motivational guide on how to make money THE CLEVER WAY is far more than a financial advice book: It is a ground-breaking book on success, a personal growth manual, aiming at inspiring the right MINDSET, your strongest weapon to skyrocket your finances and fulfil your potential in the modern business arena! Work Smart, Not Hard! Get precious insight on how to make the life-changing shift from ACTIVE to PASSIVE INCOME STREAMS, gain valuable free time, push away financial worries and start living the quality life you deserve! Let seasoned entrepreneur, acute appreneur and accomplished artist Alizé Levy introduce you to the secrets of generating robot-streams FOR LIFE, through INVESTMENT or STARTING YOUR BUSINESS from scratch and make loads of money from the comfort of your own home! Delve into the mysteries of generous passive income online, capitalize on the THOUSANDS of online revenue business and learn how to make your plan on TURNING YOUR BUSINESS INTO PASSIVE OPERATED to sit back and enjoy life to its fullest! Will These Passive Income Ideas Work For You? It depends! Are you determined to start mastering the income streams NOW? How soon do you wish to start enjoying LIMITLESS MONEY FLOW? Make up your mind, tune yourself into a SUCCESS MINDSET and embark on a tremendous money-making opportunity, getting From Broke to Boss
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~ About the Author ~
Alizé Levy is a multi-passionate creative mind and entrepreneur who resides and creates in West London. Her love of writing began early on in her life, and she has been writing ever since. She is also a dedicated singer/songwriter, actress, and vlogger. Currently, she serves as the Owner of Badd Yutes, an inspirational apparel company. Throughout her multifaceted journey, Alizé has had the opportunity to perform for over 50,000 people at Festival Mundial, obtain a publishing deal with TF1, and compose music for various TV shows and films. She has also earned the number 1 position on a multitude of EDM charts. As a self-development and motivational author, Alizé specializes in Neuro-Linguistic Programming and she is in the midst of studying Swift Programming Language. No matter what creative venture she takes on, Alizé is always driven to help people harness their limitless potential for their greater good. During her free time, Alizé still enjoys nurturing her artistic side by knitting and creating music. She is also an avid traveler, student of life, and gourmet food aficionada. Above all, she loves spending quality time with her family and is the proud mother of three beautiful children (all under three years of age).
“I love you,” he said with a smile on his lips. And then his eyes snapped open, flashing green. A radiating white blur shot out from between his shoulders, smashing everything within reach. I was thrown to the ground by the force of it and something hard hit my head. The last thing I saw was Adam’s shape against the white radiating light that seemed to have its source inside of him… When 18 year old Claire Gabriel meets Adam, her life takes a drastic turn. He seems to have stepped right out of a fairy tale, he shows this alien glow in his eyes, and he is beautiful - more than anything. Before she can think twice, she finds herself in love with the mysterious boy, unable to evade the dark shadow their feelings for each other draw up; because Adam isn’t the only mysterious creature hovering around Claire. Soon Claire finds herself a target in the the eternal war between good and evil . . . *** "Angelina J. Steffort has crafted a deeply engaging world with a level of astounding detail. For an author’s debut, this is world-building at full power and romance writing as it should be." (Toni Weiss, Creative Partner, Little Lights Studio)
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There always has to be somebody who takes responsibility for our sins. When I was a child, I thought it was God. When I didn’t believe in God anymore, there was a time when I thought others would take the blame. Now I know it is me, and no one but me. Everything else is a lie, and lying is a sin. . .
"Chocolate fanatic, milk foam enthusiast and strict fan of the southern sting-ray. Writing is an unexpected career path for me."
"Angelina J. Steffort was born on February 28th 1984. She has multiple educational backgrounds, including engineering, business and music. Angelina writes YA fantasy and is the author of The Wings Trilogy, currently working on the second part. Her debut novel White was released on April 19th 2017.
How would you go about trying to help your daughter who, suffering her first psychotic break at fifteen, is chased by her wounded mind to the streets of Santa Barbara? That is the dilemma that Lynne Swanson faces. Out of her element, and definitely out of her comfort zone for this professional woman, she is forced to seek the help of Kerry Wilson, a social worker for the homeless. Unfortunately for her, Kerry is rough-necked loner that has no inclination to hold the hand of a woman who he feels is out for a lark at the expense of his homeless clients. The harsh and deadly realities of the streets in one of the wealthiest cities in the world and an attempt to close a homeless shelter, just as winter sets in, produces a dramatic race against time with the life of Lynne’s daughter in the balance.
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Shadows danced. Living darkness surrounded her like a malevolent maelstrom. She clawed with broken nails under the oversized sweater. Dread coiled in her stomach. Lifting the sweater, she looked down at her handiwork: red and swollen welt lines had begun to ooze out blood.
Her dying fire glinted off yellow eyes, staring at her from the darkness with deadly indifference. They were already considering her dead meat, perhaps breakfast. The thought brought a brittle smile to Tracy’s chapped lips. It wasn’t far from the truth.
Because of the weak light, her real tormentor was banished to the shadows. This quieting knowledge allowed her to pay closer attention to the fat rat. Long whiskers twitching—its manically cruel and amoral eyes focused on her. Tracy curled her arms under her legs and drew them harder into herself, making her slight frame appear even smaller. For a fifteen year old, she hadn’t filled out, or grown much since she’d been twelve. And the little weight she had gained recently was lost to a near starvation diet. Her clothes now hung loosely.
Fear dropped her body temperature. She shivered. It forced a scream that she quickly drowned with parched saliva. Her head snapped left to right. She knew he was there. She could feel his menacing presence. She knew from experience that he could reach out at any moment, raking her insides with barbed claws.
Home for Tracy was an oppressive cave, like a dwelling made of corrugated tin. In reality, it was a convergence of drainage pipes that opened up, offering refuge for her homeless clan, haphazardly formed. She shared the shelter with a rat. She also shared it with others— residing both within her mind and without. He, on the other hand, was a visitor, coming and going unannounced, and always unwanted. He didn’t care for what others wanted, or their feelings. Social niceties, privacy, and so much more were absurdities. He did, however, thrive on discomfort, especially hers.
Tracy had to pee. But her bathroom was the trash-strewn field behind the tunnel, and his presence crippled her with fright. When was the last time she had cleaned up? Showers were one of her fantasies: To smell soap. To feel hot water rinsing silky shampoo from her hair. A smile came. And it rapidly broke. She knew the others had the courage to make periodic runs over to the Sally for occasional showers. But she didn’t.
She scratched through a hole in her sweater at the body lice. She knew that her smell offended the others, but they were too protective of each other to boot her out. She wouldn’t last long on the outside.
She was tired. Her eyes felt like lead. Wistfulness forced her gaze over to her bed, a thread worn sleeping bag that had been pushed off to the side. It hadn’t always been that way.
She bolted upright. Fear hopscotched from goose bump to goose bump across her skin. She shuddered. It wasn’t the presence of the rat. Anytime she thought about the changes that had come over her, it was fear that gripped her heart.
When the voices and intrusive thoughts had first begun to surface, she had thought of sharing them with her mom or others, but she was afraid of ridicule, and she was unsure if that wasn’t the way of adulthood. After all, she was just a kid. How was she supposed know what normal was, and wasn’t?
Sitting in almost total darkness, trepidation drew aged lines across her face. Staring hard at the rat, she watched him pawing at the dirt. Was he about to charge her like a raging bull? She looked around, hoping to see her companions; that is—the ones who existed independent of her mind. But, like so often recently, aloneness stared back. Cold hollowness froze her insides as if they were carved out by a scalpel. A hard shiver rolled over her. Fear registered in degrees.
Tensing her muscles, she prepared for flight. Paused. She convinced herself that it was just an ungrounded fear. She pretended that the other wasn’t present. And, the rat was no threat. He hadn’t done anything to hurt her. He hadn’t even really threatened her. As was often the case, the frightening situation was made harmless once she was able to acknowledge fear and meet it head on.
She smiled. Maybe the rat could be a friend? She could use a friend. She stared down at it. It was lonely too! Tracy’s paranoia dissipated. The insight that a fellow creature shared sadness with her opened her heart. Looking about, she found a chunk of stale bread from last night’s dinner.
Slowly, she reached out her hand, holding the bread before the rat. An offering. The rat perked up with interest. With no fear, it quickly paced the few steps that separated him from breakfast. It sniffed the bread, and began to nibble. A crooked smile came upon Tracy when his long whiskers tickled her hand. Suddenly, the rat chomped down hard, yanking the bread free. She squealed with delight. Her eyes brightened, honoring the courage of the rat. If only she had such inner strength!
That last wish washed sadness over Tracy, sweeping the brightness from her eyes.
Tracy once again looped her arms through her legs and began rocking back and forth to the beat of a cadence, heard only by her. Humming a gentle children’s lullaby, her soft voice filled the lonely void. Abruptly, she stopped. The sudden silence was first oppressive, and then terrifying. An ache swelled within her body and soul, rising like high tide before a storm. She shut her eyes. Tears broke from them. She swallowed the liquefied salt hard. A new insight: Fear had a taste. She missed her Mom. Maybe she would know what to do about the voices.
Her lips pinched hard. Her mom wasn’t there. She was alone. Her only companion was a rat. It was possible that even her roommates only existed in her head. Maybe, the only reality was Him—the danger that lurked in the darkness. Her body locked up as she forced herself not to look about. Maybe he was simply waiting for the fire to die out, before he jumped from the blackness to devour her. Tracy rocked harder and began humming again. She ratcheted up the volume and increased the intensity. No longer was it a lullaby. It was the only trick she had left. And it did help with the voices. The dying light flickered—its will to live fleeing. Her own, was not too far behind.
Ken Williams is an Author, poet, Vietnam Vet, and homeless rights advocate among many other things. He strives to live his life peacefully and enjoys writing about topics that matter. Topics like how to help homeless, for example. Not only that, but Ken has been the recipient of many awards, including the prestigious CIVIL RIGHTS HERO AWARD and the A.C.L.U. Distinguished Services Award in California. Want to know more about him? Visit him @ Website
Most of the south Carolinians who hate 17 year old Jessa Perce do so in the open, but one of those haters, bent on revenge against Jessa and her boyfriend, pulls the strings from behind a curtain. Figuring out if this revenge has anything to do with her parents’ mysterious deaths is more than Jessa can comprehend. Believe it or not, she has bigger, more immediate problems. Jessa and her step-brother have to find a way to keep their little sister happy since their new guardian doesn’t seem interested in the three of them. When the little sister’s need for stability leads Jessa to a new profession, she realizes happiness for herself is an impossibility and love is just as elusive.
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Chapter 1 (small part)
Whoosh. My whole body jolts, and I grind my teeth to hold back a stupid little-girl scream. Slowly dragging my eyes from the tiny airplane window, I look to my side expecting to see the face of the overly helpful (and really aggravating) flight attendant. Not even. Sitting in the seat, his leg almost touching mine is a boy, maybe closer to a man, and he puts his finger to his full lips. Brown eyes dance with amusement until they lock on mine. I crack my mouth open before his desire attacks my nose. “That’s not your seat.” My voice is raspy like I haven’t talked to anyone in a while. I haven’t. He raises his black eyebrows, a scar cuts through the one on the right, and he swoops his brown waves off his forehead. “Well, I know we were supposed to switch seats at the beginning of the flight if we were going to, but how was I supposed to know my neighbor would be a snorer and an armrest hogger?” “I reserved that seat,” I whisper. If JJ would’ve sent the company plane after me, this wouldn’t be necessary. Isn’t our island big enough for first-class seating planes now? “You like your space, huh?” He smiles a smile that’s probably supposed to charm me right out of my pants. It’s not about the space. I just like to inhale clean air, not an aggravating boy’s desires. “You’re not supposed to sit there.” “But you won’t rat me out.” He relaxes his arm on the armrest and nods. “Nice.” After a glance around the other seats, it’s obvious he’s safe from anyone else caring too. Most people are passed out since it’s a late-night flight. My eyes lock on the seat in front of me, its blue and gold weave looking like someone puked blueberries and eggs. What would he do if I yelled? Nope, I don’t have the nerve. But he doesn’t know that. Fighting a smile, I fling my mouth open. His eyes double in size before he clamps his hand over my mouth. “Don’t.” With my head jammed against the headrest, I have to stretch my eyeballs to the max to see him. And almost crack up at his face. His oh-shit-what-have-I-done face. But I didn’t get a good breath before, and now I have to inhale through my nose: I want to stay here. I want to get to know this girl and find out why she isn’t happy. I reach up and snatch his hand away. “I am happy.” “Whoa…pretty defensive. Wait, I didn’t say you weren’t.” Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy crap, I’m a moron. “Go away,” I whisper. “Tell me how you knew that.” When I don’t answer he sighs. “Okay, then tell me why you’re not happy.” I could answer him. And then this nosy boy could laugh and move on. But I’m not brave enough to shout my angst to the world. Can there be anyone on this earth more pitiful than me? “Perfectly happy.” My problems have very easy solutions according to Professor Renard. I could have sex with the nearest asshole—you’d love that wouldn’t you, Renard? Get a little bit of the sultry eye? I have two months to figure “sexy” out or I’m out. Will Mother find somewhere else to stick me, or will she insist I stay home? Excuse me, Mother, while I gag constantly over your stupid, petty desires. Suppressing a yawn, I try to ignore my seat thief and stare out the window again. “I’m going to be out there one day,” comes his gruff voice from behind me. His pullover almost touches my cheek when he points out the window. “It’s where I belong.” “Belong?” I’ve never felt like I belonged here either. How could I? But a freak like me, inhaling people’s desires instead of smells, doesn’t belong anywhere. “Yup.” His lips pop on the P. He’s got to be screwing with me. That or somehow he’s contracted my “ability.” I eye him, but there’s no hint of a smile on his face. I shut my mouth and chance a tiny breath: I can’t wait to get my degree and pilot’s license and then on to Astronaut Corps. I want to get to know this girl. Oh, an astronaut. But what’s up with this getting to know me stuff? He just wants to get to know me? Weird. “Are you gay?” My face heats up to an astronomical temperature. Why can’t I just be smart? “No. Why?” Why? Good question. Like, why couldn’t my freak ability be something helpful like super-intelligence so I wouldn’t ask stupid, embarrassing questions? Or what about something my modeling professors would love—owning my beauty. The cherry on top of my confidence sundae would be not breaking out in hives when a photographer mentions the word sexy. “Nothing.” “Do I match too well or something?” He tugs at his navy blue pullover. “No,” I say with a smile. “Finally.” Finally what? Did I do something? “What?” He grins at me. “A smile. You looked almost normal for a second.” That’s me, the exotic blonde beauty...normal would be nice. And Professor Renard thinks my looks are a good thing. “You’re going to get an early wrinkle,” he says. He runs his finger down the center of my forehead to the top of my nose. I freaking let him. And I have no idea why. Yes, I do! I need sexy…sultry. Experience to draw from so I’ll photograph better. Yeah, that’s gonna work—we’ll just bump uglies right on the plane. But a kiss…. I swivel my eyes toward him to get a secret eyeful. His brown hair is wavy, almost curly. It’s the kind that looks soft and silky and very finger-runable. Kinda like a little boy’s. His eyes are brown. Just normal brown, but they’re soft and happy. Below them his face angles to a point, though his jaw line is squared. Slowly I bring my eyes back to my ugly seat. I clench my teeth; my face heats up again. Like what you read? Continue by getting your copy @Amazon
~ About the Author ~
Lisa Terry lives in the South riding the state lines of Florida and Alabama. She has enough animals to call it a small farm, so she’s either insane or caring. Or insanely caring. She’s a print news reporter, and editor, and an aspiring Hogwarts student. On any given day, you can find Lisa playing video day, you can find Lisa playing video games, sitting on the beach or organizing per pagents. She gave up on fitting in a long time ago and now is fine with being called a walking contradiction. Lisa writes Young Adult and New Adult: contemporary, thriller, mystery, horror and paranormal.
They're dying to be fans, Scottish rocker Julian McLane lives as normally as possible. But fame can be lonely, which might be why he'd spent a year looking for a girl he caught making a wish behind the concert arena. his fans aren't happy to share him now that he has found Emilie - too bad their violent dispeleasure only puches the couple together. Emilie needs protection from rabid fans, so Julian convinces her to tour with him and his prank-loving bandmates so his security team can wath over her too. Julian thinks tehir coupledom is as right as a long song. But something's very wrong about murder victims wearing the band's concert bracelets. Someone seems intent on downsizing the fandom. Julian holds a twisted mess of clues about the killer's identity, with every day bringing a different theory, and he's beginning to think finding the killer means losing Emilie forever.
Say good-bye to the era of godfathers. The Chimera Group has put a new face on organized crime. Mob boss Bernie Banks and his associates—John, Ben, and Jerome—differ from your ordinary Sicilian and Irish mob families. Two white, two black, they style themselves after the Rude Boy culture made popular in Jamaica. Operating as an investment shell company supported by illegal activities, the Chimera Group hopes to become as powerful as other crime families and gain respect from the Cosa Nostra. Bernie, a war veteran of Jewish and Greek descent, begins his business in his apartment and grows it into a multimillion-dollar empire. He and his crew resemble a more sophisticated subculture of urban street gangsters with their Ray-Ban sunglasses, loafers, and debonair style. But they want fear and admiration. Their efforts draw the attention of the rival Ambrosino family, and they face internal strife when one of the associates begins dating a former Playboy Club waitress who wants in on the group. Will they make it to the top, or will they fall?
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In the middle of the night in a trashy abandoned lot in Harlem, New York, there were four men. Three of them had arrived together as a team. The fourth man, Sammy, was their victim, and they had tied up his arms and legs. Sammy was not associated with the others. He had stolen money from the leader of the group. Sammy would not divulge details of the theft. His silence did not help his situation as each of the three men took turns beating him until they got him to talk. One of the three men turned to the others. “He looks young. He looks very young.” One of the men responded, “He looks old enough to go to war. Nobody cares how young you look when you are in a war.” Sammy continued to taunt them back. “You guys are fucking trash,” Sammy said to the men, and he spat on one of them. The man Sammy spat on told him, “Watch your goddamn mouth!” Sammy ensured them that they would never get information from him and said they could kiss his ass. The three men looked at each other. They began torturing and pistol-whipping Sammy in return. Irritated, the man who Sammy spat on got the idea to stuff money in Sammy’s ass and mouth for being greedy and talking too much shit. He had warned the tied-up man to watch his mouth, and this was the consequence of ignoring that warning. Once they were finished with him, they put a plastic bag over his head, tossed him in the trunk of an abandoned car in the lot, and closed the trunk. A fifth man rode up in a car. He got out to see the damage that the three men had produced. They opened the trunk to show him. The fifth man’s face showed his objection. “Was this necessary? Are we wasting money now?” the gentleman said to his three associates. One of them said, “It’s theater.” Another associate added, “He asked for it. He asked us to do this. He told me to kiss his ass. He likes money, so...” He shrugged. The last associate added, “It’s only two hundred dollars in singles. It looks like a lot, but it isn’t.” The fifth man looked down at the body and slammed the trunk shut. “Fine, we will discuss this back at the office,” he said. He and his three associates got in the car and headed back to Midtown Manhattan.
Writer Victoria Bolton lives in New York. A graduate of the College of Westchester, she works as a computer technician in schools and as a part-time actress. Bolton previously released the books in the Rude Boy USA series (Rude Boy USA Series Volume 1), BunnyWine (Rude Boy USA Series Volume 2) The final book in the series The Tide is High will be released in September. You can find more about her @
a bear to do when his friends and neighbors dare to attack his reputation? You
see it is most hurtful not to be appreciated, especially when you’re a lovely,
charming, gorgeous hunk of a bear. So when Dr. Pookie begins to receive
unwanted attention in the local newspapers, he did what any intelligent,
sophisticated, well-to-do bear would do.
Pookie invited all of his friends and neighbors up to the tippy top of Bear
Mountain for a lovely dinner party. After all, there is nothing more delightful
than to be entertained by the most famous bear in the Little Royal Forest. In
the children’s mystery adventure, Dr. Pookie and The Case of his Missing
Thought, Dr. Pookie shares with his friends the exciting and curious tale of
the time he lost his thought and the hilarious adventure that follows as he
frantically searches for it. Join along with all the furry creatures in the
Little Royal Forest as they search high and low for Dr. Pookie’s missing
thought. Don’t miss out on a single silly moment!
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~ Review ~ I loved the book a lot! it was a great experience, for me as an adult to read, and when I was reading it to my brother, he was ectatic, asking to re-read some parts, and at the end, event had the idea to read it himself! If you are looking for a children's book that is creative and gives something back to a child, this is definitely your go! ~ About the Author ~
Isabella “Izzy” Church is a self-empowered entrepreneur dedicated to
creating entertaining and educational content for a wide audience. She has been
recognized as an entertainer, author and artist. This is Izzy Church’s first
children’s book, however she is the author of numerous works, including the LOL
romantic comedy novel, Angry Movie Guy.
Kirkus Reviews calls Angry Movie Guy: “A fast paced, sometimes
slapstick film-industry novel with a vibrant cast of characters.”
At the young age of sixteen, Isabella landed
work as a fashion model and moved to New York to sign with Wilhelmina Modeling
Agency where she resumed her multi-faceted career in the arts &
entertainment industry. Izzy graduated Suma Cum Laude from Mary Mount Manhattan
College with a degree in Communication Arts, specializing in writing for film
and television. Furthermore, Izzy spent a year with Dream Works in the head of
the books to film department. Her time spent at Dream Works inspired her to
work towards adapting her novel, Angry Movie Guy, for the screen.
Izzy is proud to announce that she is currently in preproduction for Angry
At present, Izzy is immersed in the art
world and is excited to be co-curating several art projects: Street to Tower,
an enormous street art exhibition on the sixty-ninth floor of the World Trade
Center, tower number four will launch in early 2017. Izzy is also co-curating,
No More Black Targets, which will launch January of 2017. The project focuses
on using our creativity to reach out to others to stop the violent and unjust
shooting of black men by police officers.
Summary: ANGRY MOVIE GUY is romantic comedy about a struggling film critic who decides to take on a bad attitude to achieve fame and success as the Angry Movie Guy. When his review destroys the career of a woman he's fallen in love with he must rethink his life. Can he mend his hateful ways and win her heart?