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The futuristic world of Craigluy has been divided into three territories and three economic classes. A large wall separates the territories, so the poor cannot mingle with the rich.
Since President Esther, the ruler over all of Craigluy, believes the poor do not have adequate means to take care of children, they are no longer allowed to procreate. Pregnant mothers are imprisoned until their babies are born, then the infants are taken away.
Emma Whisperer is the last child to survive. She is the last child born in lower-class Territory L before the law was instituted in the year 2080. She is the last eighteen-year-old.
Emma struggles to understand why she was spared while others weren’t. She doesn’t like the laws and believes they should be repealed. Her family doesn’t agree with her; they discourage her rebellious streak. Yet, she helps them to cover up their own family rebellion. She helps them to hide a big secret, a secret that could be both disastrous and deadly for members of their family.
As she meets new people along the way, Emma learns who she can and cannot trust. And, in the end, she makes a gut-wrenching decision that may be disastrous for everyone.
She finds herself in danger for doing what she feels is right.
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“I see your side is still bothering you.” He looks me up and down. “That’s why I came by in regular clothes. I knew you wouldn’t feel much like training. You should rest your side for a few days, like the doctor said.”
“How do you know what the doctor said?”
“Samuel told me. He said we should put off training, for a while.”
“Until I recuperate.” I groan again, pushing the pack more into my skin. “I don’t want to lose my newfound skills. Pretty soon, I will be good enough to beat you.”
“Now wait a minute.” He holds up his hands. “Slow it down, a little. You’re doing well, but don’t get ahead of yourself. I think the nickname Whisper has caused you to lose all sense of reality.”
“No, I’m still in my right mind,” I say. I grin like baby Abigail when you tickle her stomach.
“Seriously, though.” His eyes find mine. “Is your side all right?”
“It’s fine, or it will be.” My fingers sting, holding the pack.
“What about your hand?”
“They gave me some ointment to use.”
“Why did you let Samuel take you?” His chest rises and falls like the words were hard to say. “I mean, I asked to take you to the hospital and you refused. Why would you let Samuel take you, instead of me?”
About the Author: L.J. Epps is a lover of all things related to books: fiction and nonfiction novels, as well as biographies and autobiographies. She has also been known to sit and read comic books from cover to cover, several times over.
Over the last few years, L.J. has written several manuscripts; her mission is to publish all of them. She enjoys writing fiction in several genres, including contemporary romance and women’s fiction, as well as young adult dystopian, science fiction and fantasy. She loves to write because it immerses her into another world that is not her own.
Out to Find Freedom Lila Rose Publication date: July 30th 2019 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Death and pain.
They surround me. Hold me hostage, refusing to let go.
But I want to survive. Want to fight. I just don’t know if I have it in me.
Maybe dying would be better.
It’s the break in the shadows that gives me hope.
When I look at him, all I can see is light.
So now I’m out to find freedom.
Private investigator Ryan Warden doesn’t know he’s moved next door to people he would put behind bars in an instant. Nor does he realise a sleepless night could lead him on the right track with the case he’s working on.
He certainly doesn’t expect Emerson Spence.
What he does know is he has to stay away from her. She’s been beaten and broken. She deserves to live freely while learning and experiencing things in life like any young woman should.
He’s too old for her. It’s better to stay away.
Lila was born in Brisbane Australia, her step-dad was in the Army which caused them to move around a lot. They finally settled in country Victoria, Australia. Being the youngest of four children she admits she was spoilt a bit. Even drove her mum crazy when she refused to eat meat at a young age.
Now, Lila lives with her husband and two children.
Army veteran Richie Tallin returns to South Dakota from a disastrous war with nothing to gain and nothing to lose. With no real home, his family in shambles, his dad’s old motorcycle becomes the key to a new life as Wreck, the Road Captain of an outlaw motorcycle club. Now he’s living the life he’s always craved—freedom, good times, loyalty, no regrets, and, hell yes, no rules.
But when he finally gets a chance with Isi, a feisty girl he’s had his eye on for years, everything shifts. As fiercely independent as Wreck, Isi is determined to restart her life and keep her family’s business afloat while she hides a wounded past. She and Wreck light a fire in each other that’s unexpected and wild, and what begins as a casual fling becomes passionate and serious real fast.
Life is good.
But when a war of revenge, payback, and power breaks out, everyone gets caught in the crossfire. Choices are made. Sacrifices that can never be undone. In a crazy 80’s world of drug dealers, rock and rollers, and rival outlaws, Wreck and Isi are determined to hold on come what may.
And come it does.
Few know how the One-Eyed Jacks MC of Meager came to be. And fewer still, how the love of one woman changed the destiny of a small town in the Black Hills of South Dakota forever.
Daydreamer, crazy person, a New Yorker who lives on a beach in beautiful Greece. A compulsive scribbler, a lip-biting romantic, an optimist with a twist and a twisted imagination. Obsessed with emotional epics, intense anti-heroes, and bold, determined women. And I don’t want to be cured of any of those. Ever.
Whether it’s at a subway station in Norway, a ski resort in Vermont, a McMansion in the suburbs, or a trendy art gallery in Toronto, the twenty-one authors represented in this superb collection of mystery and suspense interpret the overarching theme of “the best laid plans” in their own inimitable style. And like many best laid plans, they come with no guarantees.
Stories by Tom Barlow, Susan Daly, Lisa de Nikolits, P.A. De Voe, Peter DiChellis, Lesley A. Diehl, Mary Dutta, C.C. Guthrie, William Kamowski, V.S. Kemanis, Lisa Lieberman, Edward Lodi, Rosemary McCracken, LD Masterson, Edith Maxwell, Judy Penz Sheluk, KM Rockwood, Peggy Rothschild, Johanna Beate Stumpf, Vicki Weisfeld, and Chris Wheatley.
Heirloom by Tom Barlow
Me and my dimwitted brother, a cash withdrawn at gunpoint, make a midnight escape on ATVs through gnarly mountain trails chased by a blizzard. Lucky I’m too smart to fail.
Spirit River Dam by Susan Daly
Imogen doesn’t anticipate surprises at her trendy art gallery, until the day her ex walks in with an intriguing old painting. Is it a Fake? Or a Fortune?
Fire Drill by Lisa de Nikolits
You’ll never know my name, I’m not that important. But I’ll fight for what’s mine. So beware, world, because you’ve got no idea what I’m capable of.
Gambling Against Fate: From Judge Lu’s Ming Dynasty Case Files by P.A. De Voe
As the emperor’s representative in maintaining peace and order, I am challenged daily to ferret out criminals hiding among the innocent.
Callingdon Mountain by Peter DiChellis
I’m a private eye who spends his days investigating a baffling murder case the news media calls an “impossible” crime. The cops sure can’t solve the mystery. Can I?
Lunchbreak by Lesley A. Diehl
Spurred on by his buddy, Ben decides this is the day to shut up his nagging wife for good, but she thwarts his plans with some creative culinary intervention.
Festival Finale by Mary Dutta
My name is Charles Attlee, but of course you know my work. You don’t want to miss my killer book festival appearance.
A Sure Thing by C.C. Guthrie
The hit on an eighty year-old rancher seemed like a sure thing. I left the Buffalo snow behind for sixty-degree days in Oklahoma figuring, what could go wrong?
Last Thoughts by William Kamowski
Timothy, an empathetic techie, takes care of people online—for better or for worse—especially sad young women who need to script their final moments.
Sucker Punch by V.S. Kemanis
I’m Freddy, behind the butcher counter at Food Super. I’ll never look at the meat and bone saw in the same way after my “best friend” Zach roped me into his latest moneymaking scheme.
Better Dead Than Redhead by Lisa Lieberman
I’m Ashley Early. The best thing about being a primatologist? Chimps don’t find themselves accused of murdering their hair model. Unlike Alex, my twin sister.
Oubliette by Edward Lodi
Choose as your target a frail, elderly woman who lives alone, and what could possibly go wrong?
The Sweetheart Scamster by Rosemary McCracken
I’m Pat Tierney, a financial planner. The day my seventy four year-old client Trudy Sullivan said she had a new man in her life, I had questions to ask her.
Deadly Dinner by LD Masterson
I didn’t take this nursing home job to kill someone, I’m just looking for a way to score. But if it means helping some rich old biddy to her just reward…well, that’s okay, too.
The Stonecutter by Edith Maxwell
I’m Eleanor, a middle-aged librarian. A Portuguese stonecutter and I are in love, but it’s bittersweet and attempting to fix things could prove dangerous. I think I’ll try.
Plan D by Judy Penz Sheluk
My name’s Jenny and most of my days center around trying to think of inventive ways I can kill my lazy, job-losing husband, Ted—without getting caught.
Frozen Daiquiris by KM Rockwood Penelope’s new McMansion doesn’t provide automatic entrée to the upper crust. Maybe if she hosts a society fundraiser in the new house, and everything goes according to plan…
The Cookie Crumbles by Peggy Rothschild
Angry with my mom and jealous of my talented older sister, I’m planning the perfect prank and hoping revenge is sweet.
Thank You For Your Cooperation by Johanna Beate Stumpf
Marsha watches people. As surveillance operator for the subway, this is her job. Lately, a new commuter has appeared on Marsha’s screens. And he’s going to change her life.
Who They Are Now by Vicki Weisfeld
Yolanda and Bill are Delray Beach, Florida, cops investigating the murder of a beloved sportscaster during the chaos of a Category 5 hurricane.
The True Cost of Liberty by Chris Wheatley
I am Gerald Worthington. Life consists of dealing antiques, dining at second-class restaurants, enduring tedious social engagements and wishing my wife’s new husband would drop dead.
About the Author
Editor Judy Penz Sheluk is the author of the Glass Dolphin Mystery and Marketville Mystery series. Her short stories can be found in several collections. Judy is also a member of Sisters in Crime, International Thriller Writers, the Short Mystery Fiction Society, and Crime Writers of Canada, where she serves as Vice Chair on the Board of Directors. Find her at http://www.judypenzsheluk.com.
His Sweetest Sin: BBW Romance Fiona Murphy Publication date: May 25th 2018 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
I can’t believe it. Christopher Baldwin, the baddest boy in baseball, wants me. Amelia Bishop…I was maybe a solid seven before an accident changed my life, leaving me fat, broken, and avoiding mirrors. If he hadn’t said it with a stare hot enough to melt brain cells, I would never have believed him when he told me my curves are what he wants.
An arrogant a$$hole with tattoos, a diamond glinting in his ear, and a dirty mouth promising wicked things, Chris Baldwin is no boy. Chris is all man, and a lethally gorgeous one at that. With dimples flashing as he invites me to sin in a slow Southern drawl, I’m trying to remember I don’t swoon, sin, or—wait, what? I forgot not to stare directly at his dimples, and those bright blue eyes aren’t safe either. Sorry, as I was saying.
As appealing as the idea of sinning with Chris is, there is no doubt in my mind I would fail miserably at it, even under his expert tutelage. Chris has been on a steady diet of strippers, women who have all the right moves. Me, I have no moves at all. Chris is major league; I would get laughed out of little league.
I’m also his lawyer, at least until my brother, Ethan, comes back from vacation. Getting involved with clients is a huge no-no, no matter what primetime television might show. As gorgeous as he is, Chris isn’t worth the possibility of hurting my career or losing the hard-earned respect of my boss and brother.
Only I can’t deny he makes being bad sound so good. Once Ethan is back I’m no longer Chris’s lawyer and it’s open season on all my good intentions. Being with him is still dangerous, as his fame attracts all sorts of trouble. Who knows what complications could tear us apart?
***While this novel is a standalone, Holly and Ethan from His Under Contract make an appearance. You need not have read His Under Contract to enjoy His Sweetest Sin. ***
I don’t like to watch sports, although I do enjoy watching beautiful men sweat. I’ve never read a sports romance before. Chris Baldwin isn’t just a bad boy, he’s a man falling in love with a sassy, damaged, curvy woman, and he also happens to play baseball. When I started writing, I did do my research. I watched the winning series that inspired the story. I watched a bunch of movies and spent hours on Wikipedia. Then I scrapped the paragraphs waxing lyrical about the love of the game and stuck with what I know. My billionaires don’t lay out the inner workings of their deals. I figured less is more. So, please be aware the focus is not on the love of the game—it’s on the love story.
Chris runs his fingers over the back of my hand, fracturing my breath. “I don’t like seeing you smile at other men while you tease them. Even if you don’t mean anything by it.”
Excuse me? “Tough.” I spit the word out. “I didn’t ask for your interest. If you have a problem with me chatting with someone even though you know I don’t mean anything by it, then fuck you.”
His breath is a slow release, then he smiles. I’m hit in the chest by the heat in his eyes. “Amelia.” It’s that slow drawl again, wrapping around every letter. “I love the way your eyes go from hazel to a glittering green with anger. They do that when you’re aroused, too. All I can think of is what color they’ll be when I’m inside you. And it’s exactly why I want you so badly. You appear sweet and soft, only you hide a core of steel. It makes me wonder what else you’re hiding under your sweet, good girl façade.”
Exasperation with him, with what he’s doing to me has me rolling my eyes. “You want me because I didn’t fall at your feet the moment you said you wanted me. I’m a glitch in your Matrix, so you’re fascinated by it. Once I fold you’ll find something else shiny and new to play with.”
Tilting his head, he laughs. “Damn, you have a mouth on you. A glitch in my Matrix? I like that, I’m going to steal it. Yeah, you’re right, a huge part of your appeal is that a woman hasn’t made me wait longer than a few days in so long I can’t remember. I’m also not looking for anything more than fun for maybe a few weeks. But while I’m in it, I don’t fuck around with anyone else.” He pulls out a piece of paper from his back pocket. I open it and damn it, I’m blushing again. It’s the results from a panel of STI tests taken this morning, all negative. “I haven’t been with someone since before Christmas.” He laughs when my eyebrows go up in surprise. “Why is it hard to believe?”
“Because you said sex is like food, as important an appetite that should be fed with as much variety. I’m having a hard time believing you really went hungry for long.”
“It’s only been about two weeks. I was also twenty-five when I said that. The last few years I’ve been more into a nice sit-down meal, with a view toward quality over fast-food quantity.”
Right. “Pregnancy scare or STI scare?”
He laughs as he leans back. “Pregnancy scare. I’ve had a few rubbers break over the years, but this one was a total setup. The weeks waiting to see if she was pregnant were not good ones. I would have liked to think I was selective before then; I was wrong. Ever since, it’s only my condom every time. I also make sure she has more to lose than gain by getting pregnant.”
“So you think I have more to lose than gain by getting pregnant?”
“Hell, sugar, I don’t care if you have every intention of me knocking you up, if that’s what you want then I’m down. I think we’d make adorable baby girls.”
We both freeze as he says it, then he smiles as if the idea truly appeals to him. My stomach flips a dozen times before it stops. “I want boys, with dimples like yours. Girls are a pain in the ass.”
“Since they’ll be yours, I wouldn’t expect anything less than them taking after their mama. I figure by the time they get here I’ll be used to putting up with you and able to take them on. They can have my dimples as long as they have your smile and pretty brown hair.”
Asshole. “You are insane. Have you been checked out by a qualified mental professional?”
Due to commitment issues I have lived in many different cities and my favorite is Chicago but I have managed to settle into Austin and perhaps my commitment issues are behind me.
I have enjoyed reading from a very young age and it wasn’t long before the children books bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I didn’t sleep without the light on until I was about ten.
I came across my first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it.
I wrote my first story at eight and everyone died, of course. Since then I would like to think I’ve gotten better and now I’m writing the happily ever afters I first fell in love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way.
As a plus size woman myself, I have started writing the stories I always wanted to see myself in but never did. And now I’m ecstatic to give BBWs the happily ever afters with hot Alphas they so rarely get.
A bad boy with a scarred past.
A good girl with a dangerous debt.
Get ready to meet Trevor ‘Rush’ Greyson.
Overly confident man-whore living on the edge.
Nothing is permanent in Rush’s life, including women.
That’s until he locks eyes with sexy mechanic, Mckenna Ayton.
He will do anything to have her.
She wants nothing to do with him.
Shit is about to get messy.
*Temporary introductory blurb.
Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of thirteen novels, including the Tear Asunder series, the spin-off Unyielding series, and her paranormal Scars of the Wraiths series.
She lives outside of Toronto where she enjoys hiking with her dogs and riding her horses.
Elsie’s coven always believed that she was moon cursed. Promised to the bear shifters before she was ever born, the witch wolf shifter has until her twentieth birthday to outsmart Brutus, her would-be mate who only wants her as payback.
To save his coven, her father made a terrible, magically binding agreement decades ago, never dreaming he’d have children, especially not powerful wolf shifters. Luckily, he never specified what type of shifter Elsie must claim.
Zackary doesn’t believe he deserves love or forgiveness.
Ever since he betrayed a packmate, Zackary has been making up for his sins. No matter what, he knows the truth. Once a mongrel, always a mongrel—just like his father always told him. Now the mad wolf has returned to torment Zackary and the pack.
Not one to be scared off, Elsie, the sweetest and loveliest of all females, refuses to believe he’s no good for anyone—especially her.
Fated mates or doomed lovers?
Zackary and Elsie never knew how strong their love would grow … until they’re in too deep.
Zackary betrayed Elsie’s brother once before. If the wizard shifter knew what he was doing with Elsie in private, Tabor would kill, maim, or use that dick shrinkage spell he once threatened him with.
With a meddlesome ex from her coven, who won’t let go, and a brute of a bear shifter intent on trapping her inside his cave forever, it will take more than magic to save Elsie from her curse.
Do these star-crossed lovers stand a chance?
Moon Cursed is a steamy, second chance romance about a bully longing for redemption, and a brazen she-wolf-witch who goes after what she wants—even after the entire pack warns her against following her heart.
1972, Dr. Rose Hemmings has just finished her general surgery residency when a
haunted stranger is shot in front of her in a New York City bar, and their
lives become forever intertwined. And when, having been given the blessing of
her adoptive father on his deathbed, Rose travels to prerevolutionary Iran to
discover the past her American family kept secret from her, she finds a true
Pandora’s box. It is a world both foreign and familiar, in which her primary
place is as the heiress to a great tribe. In Iran, Rose will find family she
never dreamed of, her own people, and a man who loves her as passionately as he
does the rare black roses of his garden. She will return to the United States
carrying a new secret and torn between two men: the one she loves helplessly,
and the one who loves her unconditionally.
Woven throughout with
Persian poetry ancient and modern, On Loving is the story of one woman’s
lifetime of love and loss, of societal change in a nomadic people, and of
overcoming personal challenges, including mental and physical health, to find
true contentment. Above all, it is a story of love: its physiology, psychology
and philosophy; the many forms it takes; its myths and truths; its challenges,
its joys and its gifts.
It was a beautiful late spring afternoon in Paris, and I
decided to stroll down the streets of this lovely city as much as I could, to
calm my nerves after that emotional talk.
Walking at a slow pace, through the charming cobbled
passages and tree-lined avenues of the mesmerizing City of Love, I easily found
my way to the Café de la Rotonde, my favorite café to spend time in whenever
I’m in Paris. I love being in bustling Montparnasse, where Hemingway,
Fitzgerald, Picasso and many others took their coffee breaks many years ago.
Sitting there, I always feel that I can hear their voices or even smell in the
air the tobacco they smoked. Being a huge fan of literature and art since
childhood, being in that environment for even a few minutes often led me to
think how it might feel to create a masterwork or to write something as
captivating as they once did.
I was about to sip my coffee when a young woman sitting at
the table close to mine suddenly left in a rush, forgetting her newspaper and
“Excusez-moi, madame?” I took the newspaper and phone and
followed her, hoping to catch up before she completely disappeared in the
crowd, but it was too late.
Back at my seat and handed the phone to the waiter while
glancing at the newspaper’s front page:
Des millions de la Reine Soraya Esfandiari-Bakhtiari iront à
“Queen Soraya Esfandiari-Bakhtiari’s millions go to charity”
I quickly asked the waiter to let me keep the paper.
I sat on my chair, staring at the title again. I felt as if
I had stumbled on a familiar face, as if I knew her intimately. I touched her
photo: her beautiful eyes, her lovely smile. Everything about her was unique,
even thirteen years after her death in Paris in 2001.
Then, shaking inside, I read the report.
Princess Soraya Esfandiari-Bakhtiari, born in the city of
Isfahan in 1932 to an Iranian father from the well-known Bakhtiari family and
his German wife, had died childless back in 2001. But now a court in Germany
had ruled that because her brother, who lived there, had died before settlement
was finished, her entire $6 million estate should be divided among the three
charities she’d chosen — the Red Cross, a group that worked for animal
protection and a disabled rights group. The article talked about her time as
queen, her beauty, her stunning emerald eyes and how she’d be known as the
“Princess with the sad eyes” after the last king of Iran, Mohammad-Reza
Pahlavi, divorced her in 1958 for not producing an heir. Yet much of her wealth
had come from jewellery he had gifted her; he loved her deeply.
Wait a second!
I quickly wiped the tears that ran down my face, trying to
stay calm. But it wasn’t the deceased former queen I was mourning. It was my
own past, surging up from beneath the dust that had covered it for years, that
made me so emotional. The former queen’s distinctive name and her story
reminded me painfully of the love I had shared in my heart for many years, the
love that had changed my destiny in so many ways.
Drenched in cold sweat, I rested my forehead on the
newspaper, feeling the hard table beneath it.
Life is so mystifying. After all these years … The gracious
Queen Soraya … my distant relative! We shared genes, ancestors … I know … I
know well the very place she was born in, I’ve been there — Isfahan, the
ancient city of Isfahan, City of Roses … city of my own beautiful black roses!
I felt like I was choking and struggled to breathe. I needed
fresh air. I put money on the table and rushed out of the café.
“It was almost nine when I got back. Kim had fed Layla and
put her to sleep. I sent Kim home for the night, kissed Layla’s face good night
and went to my room to change for bed.
Siyavash’s letter was still on the floor. I bent down and
picked it up.
Inhaling the scent of the dried black rose, I wandered to
the window and stared at the thin, even white carpet of snow on the street.
Where do I want to be? I asked myself. Somewhere beautiful, calming. Somewhere
full of life, with a boundless, vaulted sky above my head, perhaps!
I then closed my eyes and let myself being taken to
Siyavash’s majestic rose garden in Isfahan. I could feel the breeze in my hair,
could feel the warmth of the sun on my face. I remembered how Siyavash had
looked at me with love and admiration there. I was blind not to see it then. I
couldn’t recall Dean looking at me like that …
I opened my eyes and read Siyavash’s letter again, raking my
fingers through my hair. Then, nervously rubbing my neck, I went to the phone
next to my bed.
“Good evening,” I said when the other end of the line picked
“Rose! Is that … Is that you?” It was Siyavash.
“Yes, it’s me!” I paused and swallowed the lump that had
risen in my throat. “Come back home! Just come back to me!”
I quickly hung up and rushed to the window, as if for air.
Snowflakes were still dancing their way down to the ground.
My chest felt so constricted that I could hardly breathe.
Am I questioning Dean’s love for me? I wondered. Am I
comparing it to Siyavash’s? But that was impossible! I shook my head. I’m just
giving Siyavash a chance to redeem himself, a proper second chance. But the
reminder to myself was pointless: the truth was something else, and I knew it!
I was at fault here. I was the guilty — guilty of blocking
not only my ears but also my soul from hearing Siyavash’s voice, so ignorant
indeed that my heart was finally reproaching me for my bigotry and cruelty.
I folded the letter and tucked it away in the drawer next to
I’ll know soon how I need to deal with him, I told myself.
Or I’ll just have to find a way around it!”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Lili Naghdi is
an Iranian Canadian physician who was born and raised in Tehran. She continued
her education and research after moving to Canada with her husband and daughter
in 1996. Today she practices family medicine in Vaughan, Ontario, with
particular interests in women’s and mental health. Being a family physician
gives her the privilege of connecting with patients and participating in their
care with a deeper understanding of the physical, emotional and social
adversities they face. Interacting with people of many different backgrounds
has also provided Dr. Naghdi with the opportunity to grow as a person, a
physician and an author.
Growing up in
pre- and post-revolutionary Iran, Lili became fascinated by the magical realm
of literature, poetry and history. She began collecting prized quotations at
the young age of eight. Dr. Naghdi has written poetry and short stories in both
Farsi and English, but she eventually followed William Wordsworth’s advice to
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart,” and turned to fiction.
On Loving is her
first novel. Inspired by both the ordinary people she has the honor to support
and by the great literature of Persia and the world — from Hafez to Forugh
Farrokhzad and from John Steinbeck to Margaret Mitchell — Dr. Naghdi
passionately agrees with Boris Pasternak, whose Yuri Zhivago is a physician and
patriotic poet, when he writes: “Literature is the art of discovering something
extraordinary about ordinary people and saying with ordinary words something
How To Settle Your Unaffordable Debts for Pennies on the Dollar (And Not Pay Some At All)
Publisher: Community Books
Jorge Newbery erased his debts without filing bankruptcy. Now you can, too.
Like many Americans, Newbery struggled with debt. But unlike most people, he owed more than $26 million. Creditors swarmed after a natural disaster devastated his multi-million dollar business. The stress was crushing. He needed a way out — and what he discovered will amaze you.
His breakthrough came practically by accident. One of his creditors made a sloppy legal mistake, and he battled the creditor all the way to the Missouri Court of Appeals. The court ruled that the entire debt — nearly $6 million — was “inadvertently extinguished.” It didn’t have to be paid. It was completely eliminated.
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“The most comprehensive guide to getting out of debt. Recommended.” -Self-Publishing Review
“Some of these steps may seem radical, even downright illicit, but could ultimately prove immensely useful to one looking to finally emerge from their debt.” -Best Sellers World
“Debt Cleanse is not just another ‘how to get yourself out of debt’ book with chapter after chapter of theory. Newbery comes right out and hands you specific step by step instructions for whatever mess you are in. The great thing is his steps are from his own playbook. Newbery is ridding himself of millions in debt with his own system.” -Top Book Reviewers
“DEBT CLEANSE is a thorough explanation of a largely non-conformist system to…stop the cycle of unaffordable debt.” – Indie Reader
“Newbery’s story is both inspirational and incredible. His approach to ‘stuffing the straw’ of the elite is highly motivational, enabling ordinary people to crawl out from under the crushing weight of unaffordable debts and take back their lives.” – Reader’s Favorite
About the Author
Jorge P. Newbery is a successful entrepreneur, distressed debt and real estate investor, endurance athlete, and author. He turned around some of the country’s most troubled housing complexes in amassing a portfolio of 4,000 apartments across the USA from 1992 – 2005. However, a natural disaster triggered a financial collapse in which he lost everything and emerged over $26 million in debt. He never filed bankruptcy. Instead he developed strategies to gain leverage over creditors to settle debts at huge discounts, or simply did not pay them at all. He is a veteran of dozens of court battles, once fighting a creditor to the Missouri Court of Appeals. The entire debt (over $5,800,000) was inadvertently extinguished due to sloppy legal work. As an athlete, Newbery raced bicycles for a living from 1986 – 1990 as a Category 1. He competed in the 1988 Olympic Trials and was 4th in the Spenco 500, a nonstop 500-mile bike race televised on ESPN. He also raced for the Costa Rican National Team in the Tour of Mexico, was 2nd in the 1987 Southern California State Championship Road Race, plus held the Green Jersey in the 1987 Vulcan Tour. Newbery also runs and has completed over 70 marathons and ultramarathons. In 2012, he was the overall winner of the Chicago Lakefront 50K. At 46-years-old, he was double the age of the 24-year-old second-place finisher. Today, Newbery helps others crushed by unaffordable debts rebuild their lives. Jorge is Founder and CEO of American Homeowner Preservation (AHP), a socially responsible hedge fund which purchases nonperforming mortgages from banks at big discounts, then shares the discounts with families to settle their mortgages at terms many borrowers find “too good to be true.” Jorge’s response to the nation’s mortgage crisis creates meaningful social and financial returns for investors, while keeping families in their homes. AHP’s mission is to facilitate win-win-win solutions for homeowners, investors and lenders. “Burn Zones: Playing Life’s Bad Hands” is Jorge’s autobiographical account of how he was pushed to his physical and mental limits during his time of strife, and how he overcame the challenges he faced. Jorge’s latest book is: “Debt Cleanse: How To Settle Your Unaffordable Debts For Pennies On The Dollar (And Not Pay Some At All),” which provides step-by-step help for families overwhelmed by debt. Jorge is a regular contributor to Huffington Post and other publications, and speaks regularly on debt, investing, finance and housing issues.