Emma Hart

Looks at the shift from the marketplace as an actual place to a theoretical idea and how this shaped the early American economy. When we talk about the economy, “the market” is often just an abstraction. While the exchange of goods was historically tied to a particular place, capitalism has gradually eroded this connection to create our current global trading systems. In Trading Spaces, Emma Hart argues that Britain’s colonization of North America was a key moment in the market’s shift from place to idea, with major consequences for the character of the American economy. Hart’s book takes in the shops, auction sites, wharves, taverns, fairs, and homes of seventeenth- and eighteenth-century America—places where new mechanisms and conventions of trade arose as Europeans re-created or adapted continental methods to new surroundings. Since those earlier conventions tended to rely on regulation more than their colonial offspring did, what emerged in early America was a less-fettered brand of capitalism. By the nineteenth century, this had evolved into a market economy that would not look too foreign to contemporary Americans. To tell this complex transnational story of how our markets came to be, Hart looks back farther than most historians of US capitalism, rooting these markets in the norms of seventeenth- and eighteenth-century Britain. Perhaps most important, this is not a story of specific commodity markets over time but rather is a history of the trading spaces themselves: the physical sites in which the grubby work of commerce occurred and where the market itself was born.

The Atlantic World was an oceanic system circulating goods, people, and ideas that emerged in the late fifteenth and early sixteenth century. European imperialism was its motor, while its character derived from the interactions between peoples indigenous to Europe, the Americas, and Africa. Much of the everyday workings of this oceanic system took place in urban settings. By sustaining the connections between these disparate regions, cities and towns became essential to the transformations that occurred in this early modern era. This Element, traces the emergence of the Atlantic city as a site of contact, an agent of colonization, a central node in networks of exchange, and an arena of political contestation. Cities of the Atlantic World operated at the juncture of many of the core processes in a global history of capitalism and of rising social and racial inequality. A source of analogous experiences of division as well as unity, they helped shape the Atlantic world as a coherent geography of analysis.

The Atlantic World was an oceanic system circulating goods, people, and ideas that emerged in the late fifteenth and early sixteenth century. European imperialism was its motor, while its character derived from the interactions between peoples indigenous to Europe, the Americas, and Africa. Much of the everyday workings of this oceanic system took place in urban settings. By sustaining the connections between these disparate regions, cities and towns became essential to the transformations that occurred in this early modern era. This Element, traces the emergence of the Atlantic city as a site of contact, an agent of colonization, a central node in networks of exchange, and an arena of political contestation. Cities of the Atlantic World operated at the juncture of many of the core processes in a global history of capitalism and of rising social and racial inequality. A source of analogous experiences of division as well as unity, they helped shape the Atlantic world as a coherent geography of analysis.

From New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart, comes an addictive new romcom mystery series that fans of her Holly Woods Files series will adore. It's all the heat, heart, and snark you love-just deadly.Welcome to Fox Point-not everyone leaves this town alive.I remember the first time I ever saw Detective Inspector Noah George.We were seven, stupid, and he threw sand in my eye. I'm pretty sure that's when I fell in love with him. Hey-I did say I was stupid.Summers in Fox Point, my grandfather's seaside hometown, were all we had together. Then we turned eighteen, life happened, and he never spoke to me again.Until my grandfather's death calls me back to the small town, only for his lawyer to tell me he's left me my family's dilapidated bed and breakfast that was home to many things-my first sleepover party, where my grandma taught me to cross-stitch, my first kiss with Noah...And apparently, my first dead body. My name is Lottie O'Neil, and I'm on the hook for the murder of a man I've barely met.And the one who'll have to arrest me is the only man I've ever loved.Unless I find the real killer first.

When we talk about the economy, "the market" is often just an abstraction. While the exchange of goods was historically tied to a particular place, capitalism has gradually eroded this connection to create our current global trading systems. In Trading Spaces, Emma Hart argues that Britain's colonization of North America was a key moment in the market's shift from place to idea, with major consequences for the character of the American economy. Hart's book takes in the shops, auction sites, wharves, taverns, fairs, and homes of seventeenth- and eighteenth-century America--places where new mechanisms and conventions arose as Europeans recreated or adapted continental methods to new surroundings. Since those earlier conventions tended to rely more heavily on regulations than their colonial offspring, what emerged in early America was a less fettered brand of capitalism. By the nineteenth century, this had evolved into a market economy that would not look too foreign to contemporary Americans. To tell this complex transnational story of how our markets came to be, Hart looks back farther than most historians of US capitalism, rooting these markets in the norms of seventeenth- and eighteenth-century Britain. Perhaps most important, this is not a story of specific commodity markets over time, but rather is a history of the trading spaces themselves: the physical sites in which the grubby work of commerce occurred and where the market itself was born.

What do you do when you're the reigning kissing booth champion but the only person you want to kiss is your best friend's brother?Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women. Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin'-uh.I do care that he's doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain-making him my competition in this year's kissing contest.Why do I care, you ask? Because I've had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was sixteen years old, but I also know it's never going to happen.He's the Creek Falls bachelor to die for, and I'm the Creek Falls racoon lady who puts peanut butter sandwiches out for them every night.I'm not going to let him break my four-year-long reign-no matter how many times he breaks the rules and slides the curtain across to do the one thing he's not allowed to: Kiss me

TOP TIP: Don't put out an online ad offering your services as a fake date. Someone will take you up on it.And it won't just be for one night.And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I ended up being Mason Jackson's fake girlfriend.He didn't even want me to be. No-his sister was solely responsible for me being his date for his ten-year high school reunion.Now, she's responsible for telling his parents our relationship is real.We have no choice. We have to act like this isn't all a mistake, like it's not all fake, like we're totally, completely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with each other.Simple, right?Wrong.

From New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart, comes an all-new awkward romcom about what happens when you mix tequila with your best friend--and the bedroom.The official description for this hilarious best-friends-to-lovers romantic comedy is coming soon

Revenge is a dish best served cold. Which is a real problem when the attraction runs red-hot.Trust me. I know. The only reason I decided to renovate my family's ice-cream store was to serve up a sundae full of revenge for my a-hole ex who opened an ice-cream store right next to mine.It was supposed to be simple. Renovate. Reopen. Put his peachy butt out of business.Until he decided to get under my skin-and broke my toe. Now, I'm stuck with Chase in my store every day, helping me renovate. But he's also in my head, and I'm spending a little too much time up against his abs.Not that it's the worst place to be. But it doesn't change anything. I still hate him, and I'm still going to get my revenge.Right?

A standalone romantic comedy of epically awkward proportions, from New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart.Imagine this.You're ready to leave after a one-night stand, and you're figuring out how to-shock horror-leave your number and ask him to be your fake boyfriend for your sister's wedding this weekend.When he wakes up.Well, that happened to me. And over coffee and omelets, I found myself a date.Which was how I ended up arriving at the wedding with a guy I knew nothing about.I didn't know his last name, or how we met, or how long we'd been dating. I didn't know where he grew up, what he'd majored in in college, or how many siblings he had. I sure as hell didn't know he was Adam Winters, hotshot hockey player-and not only my father's favorite player, but my little nephew's freakin' idol. Which means I'm in trouble. Big, big trouble.My mother is suspicious, my sister is bridezilla on crack, and my grandpa will tell anyone who'll listen about his time in Amsterdam's Red Light District.Four days.I have to keep this up for four days, and then Adam and I can return to our regular lives, where we don't have sex whenever we're alone and my family aren't interrogating him over his intentions with me.At least, that's the plan.And we all know what happens to those.

1.Get over my best friend's brother.2.Remember that I'm over him.3.Prove I can date other people.It should be easy.It's not.Setting up a dating website with the guy I've been in love with since I was five wasn't my smartest idea.Especially since he's my best friend's brother-thankfully, she's okay with the fact I'm pulling a Sandy and I'm hopelessly devoted to him.Which is why it's time to get over him.So I do something crazy and ask Dominic Austin to find me a date. He does-if I find him one, too.Since we own Stupid Cupid, it should be easy, right? And it is.My date is perfect. His date is perfect. Everything is perfect. Until he kisses me...Three dates.One kiss.And a big-ass mess...

1.Hate-screw my high school nemesis.2.Remember to hate him.3.Prove my brother wrong.It should be easy.It isn't.As the owner of Pick-A-D*ck, New Orleans' premier hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two people for a no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my clients is that I'm the one who gets to sift through the d*ck pics-except this time, they're required.My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-D*ck's sister dating site, doesn't believe it's possible to hook up with someone three times and not fall in love. I disagree. I know it's possible.And my disagreement is exactly how I end up reconnected with my high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane. The guy who asked me to junior prom and then stood me up. Who egged my car when I rejected him, and convinced my senior homecoming date to ghost me. It should be easy to hate-screw him. If only he was still that person, instead of a hot-as-hell single dad, working as a builder to make ends' meet, fighting for custody of his daughter. Three hook-ups.One outcome.Right?(The Hook-Up Experiment is book one of the Experiment series and is a STANDALONE. If you've read The Upside to Being Single, this is Peyton's story.)

Two mechanics. One rivalry.She'll prove she's as good as she says she is.He'll prove her place isn't under the hood.It's over it."Don't let the bastards get you down."For twenty-six years, I lived by my daddy's motto. Which is why "Mechanic Wanted" is all it takes for me to apply for the job at the garage we once owned. And I meet the biggest bastard of them all.Dexter Ryne. Hotter than Hell in July and a firm believer that my place is on reception, taking phone calls and looking pretty. Not getting dirty under the hood of a car. Determined to prove each other wrong, we make a deal.I have three weeks to prove my worth as a mechanic. If I don't, I'm on telephone duty.If I do, he'll accept defeat and make my job permanent. Now, all I have to do is fight my attraction to the cocky little... beep.Problem is, an engine isn't the only thing he knows how to make purr...(MISS MECHANIC is a brand new, standalone romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author, Emma Hart.)

If anyone asks, I knew better than to flash my boobs for Mardi Gras beads.I still don't know why I did it.Maybe it was the dare from my two best friends. Maybe it was the guys on the balcony saying they'd throw Fireball shots with the beads.Or maybe it was the quiet guy in the corner of that same balcony with piercing gray eyes, wavy dark hair, and a smile so tempting I wanted to climb up there and lick it off his face.Maybe it was because I never thought I'd see them again.Not that it matters. Not today.Because the hotel I manage was finally bought-and the guy who walks in and introduces himself as my new boss is Mr. Tall, Dark, and Silent.There are many upsides to being single.Your new boss knowing what your boobs look like?Not one of them.(THE UPSIDE TO BEING SINGLE is a standalone, romantic comedy from the author who brought you MISS FIX-IT and BEING BROOKE.)