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Bolty, Jennifer's husband, was heading for her office. This did not bode well for Mr. James Nemec. He tried and failed to wipe the smile from his face. Bolty pushed the door open hard enough to slam it against the wall. The glass wobbled and seemed to flex. "Get out." Bolty was a blond, squat, muscular titan. Nemec was just blond. Still he smirked at Bolty. "I'm a partner. I can go anywhere I like...Bolty." Which was the wrong thing to say. Bolty grabbed Nemec by the throat and began to pound him against the wall as if he was driving in a nail to hang a painting. Dana started wailing. He didn't like Nemec one bit, but he couldn't watch Bolty maim, dismember, or kill him; mostly for Bolty's sake. He grabbed Bolty's hands, but prying them loose would require three of him. When he and his clones weren't sick. And were well rested. And had each consumed a protein bar. "Bolty Let go He's not worth going to jail." Bolty's normally stoic face was white; the skin was stretched taut over those rapier cheekbones. But Bolty glanced at him. "Put him down before the eyes pop out of his head. Please?" Bolty didn't completely unclench his hands, but he let Nemec's flailing feet touch the floor. "Little bastard." "He is. Absolutely. But he's just snooping which is not a killing offense. Right? Let go of the guy so he can resume breathing?" "He's hurting Jennifer." "He is? How?" Bolty shrugged. "Messing with things. Her things, Gabe." He wasn't sure what things of Jennifer were being messed with, but Nemec was dumber than he'd thought. Things had been off at the accounting firm of Garst, Bauer, Nemec & Garst for a couple of months; Bolty trying to unscrew Nemec's head from his body was just the latest, most dramatic symptom. Jennifer Garst, who had ruled the firm in all but name, was suddenly sad and wan and had lost her grip on the tiller; mistakes were being made; clients were deeply unhappy. Not to mention the small detail that Nemec, who reeked of eucalyptus and whose black eyes pulsed with evil energy, wanted to make Gabriel Bergeron redundant. Obviously, he needed to take steps. What steps exactly?

Left at a monastery as a baby, Ambrosio grew up to be a cruel and stern monk, renowned for his sermons and piety. When a nun named Agnes goes to Ambrosio for the sacrament of confession, she admits that she is pregnant after having a long love affair with a man named Raymond. Though admissions told in confession are meant to be kept in confidence, Ambrosio turns Agnes over to the authorities in her convent for punishment. Without a trace of guilt or a second thought, Ambrosio returns to his normal life after this, unaware that he was soon to get himself into a situation that would make him empathize with Agnes. Meanwhile, Raymond, Agnes’ lover, is confronted by her brother, who is angry that Raymond played a part in his sister’s tarnished reputation. In order to earn support and sympathy, Raymond tells he and Agnes’ elaborate love story, challenging the society’s reaction to their relationship and pregnancy. Ambrosio, however, is unaware of this, nor does he think about it after he meets a beautiful woman named Matilda. Overcome with lust, Ambrosio begins an illicit affair with Matilda, breaking his vow of celibacy. Though he considers ending things with Matilda, Ambrosio finds himself addicted to her company, as Matilda helps satiate his every desire. As their relationship unfolds, however, Ambrosio finds himself longing for more and more. Committing crimes, harming others, and relying on supernatural help, the once virtuous monk is now running out of time to repent. M.G Lewis’ The Monk: A Romance was one of the best-selling novels of its era. With romance, crime, supernatural beings, and near-death experiences, this gothic horror is a gripping and haunting narrative that has remained compelling even to modern audiences. Featuring the depiction of taboo topics, social commentary, and themes of religion and temptation, The Monk: A Romance is as introspective as it is eerie. This edition of The Monk: A Romance by M.G Lewis is now presented with a new, eye-catching cover design and is printed in a stylish font, making it both accessible and contemporary.

Left at a monastery as a baby, Ambrosio grew up to be a cruel and stern monk, renowned for his sermons and piety. When a nun named Agnes goes to Ambrosio for the sacrament of confession, she admits that she is pregnant after having a long love affair with a man named Raymond. Though admissions told in confession are meant to be kept in confidence, Ambrosio turns Agnes over to the authorities in her convent for punishment. Without a trace of guilt or a second thought, Ambrosio returns to his normal life after this, unaware that he was soon to get himself into a situation that would make him empathize with Agnes. Meanwhile, Raymond, Agnes’ lover, is confronted by her brother, who is angry that Raymond played a part in his sister’s tarnished reputation. In order to earn support and sympathy, Raymond tells he and Agnes’ elaborate love story, challenging the society’s reaction to their relationship and pregnancy. Ambrosio, however, is unaware of this, nor does he think about it after he meets a beautiful woman named Matilda. Overcome with lust, Ambrosio begins an illicit affair with Matilda, breaking his vow of celibacy. Though he considers ending things with Matilda, Ambrosio finds himself addicted to her company, as Matilda helps satiate his every desire. As their relationship unfolds, however, Ambrosio finds himself longing for more and more. Committing crimes, harming others, and relying on supernatural help, the once virtuous monk is now running out of time to repent. M.G Lewis’ The Monk: A Romance was one of the best-selling novels of its era. With romance, crime, supernatural beings, and near-death experiences, this gothic horror is a gripping and haunting narrative that has remained compelling even to modern audiences. Featuring the depiction of taboo topics, social commentary, and themes of religion and temptation, The Monk: A Romance is as introspective as it is eerie. This edition of The Monk: A Romance by M.G Lewis is now presented with a new, eye-catching cover design and is printed in a stylish font, making it both accessible and contemporary.

Gabe is an accountant. He is also a nosy guy; not that he's willing to accept that he's especially nosy---prying, meddling, intrusive. And this perfectly normal curiosity and an urge to help his friends, relatives, coworkers, clients (some that he doesn't even like), and to aid various officers of the law whom Gabe befriends (even if they don't want him to) gets him into situations.Situations in which he has to figure out who exactly is trying to blow him up, bludgeon him, shoot, stab, strangle, or otherwise end him. The various officers of the law sometimes hinder more than help, but Gabe perseveres and triumphs in the end. Sort of.This is the first of a series of 15+ mysteries and introduces our hero. Who is not exactly bumbling or inept, but "masterful" is not a word that springs to mind to describe Gabriel Henri Bergeron, CPA.Gabe goes to meet his best friend (since they were five years old) at an idyllic state park on the shores of the idyllic Chesapeake Bay. Gabe is hoping that said friend (Neal is also an accountant) is going to end his partnership with a sketchy, not to say slimy, accountant by the name of Eric Duncan Girard. Events render that particular concern moot. Events like the detonation of a medium-sized bomb.

Il y avait peine cinq minutes que la cloche du couvent sonnait, et d j l' glise des Capucins tait si pleine d'auditeurs, qu'on pouvait peine s'y retourner. N'allez pas vous imaginer que la d votion, ou le d sir de s'instruire, f t le motif d'un si grand empressement: chercher quelques sentiments de pi t vraie parmi un peuple aussi superstitieux que celui de Madrid, ce serait peine perdue.

The sun was shining in Gabe's eyes. And his face was being washed with something rough. He opened one eye. A beautiful collie was licking his face and making little moans of concern. The collie's once-lovely coat was now wet, muddy, and tinged slime green by the bumper crop of algae flourishing in the ditch."Hey, Boy."The collie, heartened by this greeting, wuffed a couple of times and then started barking in earnest.A little boy in a t-shirt and shorts parted the reeds enough to spot him before pulling back. "Come here, Chance " Chance wuffed but was loathe to leave his new friend.Gabe said, "Little Boy, get your father...or mother...or somebody. I need some help."He heard footsteps running away; Chance wuffed and then leaped out of the ditch to follow his master. It seemed like a long time passed. He was thinking about trying to stand up when an imposing man-shape blotted out the sun.He briefly wondered if it was his attacker/abductor come back to reclaim him, but the man said, "How the Hell? You drunk? Or high?""A long story. And no and no. Can you get me out of this ditch?"Chance was jumping into and out of the ditch, barking like a fiend, clearly excited by this novel twist to his morning walk. The man discovered that Gabe's wrist was cuffed, and then discovered the cast iron radiator. "You sure you aren't high?""Very sure."The radiator was buried in the muck, but the man ripped it loose and heaved it onto the bank. Strong hands lifted him out of the ditch and deposited him next to his iron companion.The man, who was still just a huge shape, said, "How the Hell did you get yourself cuffed to a radiator?""I didn't. Call the police. Now. Please."It was nice to be out of the water, but he should probably figure out why he'd been lured to Crisfield, clobbered, and kidnapped by a man in a white mask? But he may have taken a short nap instead

He opened the door and listened, but he couldn't hear anything, not even traffic noise. He wanted to check out the snow, but he had to go to the bathroom first.The bed was between the closet and the door, so he didn't see her until he rounded the bed."Mom?"She didn't answer.Her eyes were open, and she was looking at him, but she didn't move or say anything. And her face was twisted like she was making a Halloween face. "Mom "Her face was so white and funny looking.She wouldn't answer him.He knew something was wrong, and that he should help her, but he was afraid. But he was ten, almost ten, and he had to be brave. He took his mitten off and inched forward. "Mom? Say something, Mom. Should I call for help? Should I get Ted?"She still didn't say anything. He was close enough to touch her outstretched hand."Ted Ted Anybody?"The apartment across the hall was empty, and it was so quiet, and maybe Ted hadn't come back?He touched her hand, and it was cold. He backed away until he hit the bed, and then he jumped on top and scooted to the head. He grabbed the phone and dialed 911.That had been twenty-three years ago, and he could only remember bits and pieces of his life up to his mother's death. He had never asked how she died; maybe he didn't really want to know?But Yuri Corzo, an erstwhile Cuban spy, had told him that she had been murdered. Yuri was a smiling sociopath, who valued truth as much as he did human life, but he couldn't just let it go even if no one seemed to be willing to help him; not even the people closest to him.