The Soldier S Scoundrel

A scoundrel who lives in the shadows Jack Turner grew up in the darkness of London's slums, born into a life of crime and willing to do anything to keep his belly full and his siblings safe. Now he uses the tricks and schemes of the underworld to help those who need the kind of assistance only a scoundrel can provide. His distrust of the nobility runs deep and his services do not extend to the gorgeous high-born soldier who personifies everything Jack will never be. A soldier untarnished by vice After the chaos of war, Oliver Rivington craves the safe predictability of a gentleman's life-one that doesn't include sparring with a ne'er-do-well who flouts the law at every turn. But Jack tempts Oliver like no other man has before. Soon his yearning for the unapologetic criminal is only matched by Jack's pleasure in watching his genteel polish crumble every time they're together. Two men only meant for each other

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • You are cordially invited to the wedding of Princess Leia Organa and Han Solo. The Death Star is destroyed. Darth Vader is dead. The Empire is desolate. But on the forest moon of Endor, among the chaos of a changing galaxy, time stands still for a princess and her scoundrel. After being frozen in carbonite, then risking everything for the Rebellion, Han is eager to stop living his life for other people. He and Leia have earned their future together, a thousand times over. And when he proposes to Leia, it’s the first time in a long time he’s had a good feeling about this. For Leia, a lifetime of fighting doesn’t seem truly over. There is work still to do, penance to pay for the dark secret that she now knows runs through her veins. Her brother, Luke, is offering her that chance—one that comes with family and the promise of the Force. But when Han asks her to marry him, Leia finds her answer immediately on her lips . . . Yes. Yet happily ever after doesn’t come easily. As soon as Han and Leia depart their idyllic ceremony for their honeymoon, they find themselves on the grandest and most glamorous stage of all: the Halcyon, a luxury vessel on a very public journey to the most wondrous worlds in the galaxy. Their marriage, and the peace and prosperity it represents, are a lightning rod for all—including Imperial remnants still clinging to power. Facing their most desperate hour, the soldiers of the Empire have dispersed across the galaxy, retrenching on isolated planets vulnerable to their influence. As the Halcyon travels from world to world, one thing becomes abundantly clear: The war is not over. But as danger draws closer, Han and Leia find that they fight their best battles not alone, but as husband and wife.

Faith is a poignant conversation between the dead and the living, the past and the present, and a young woman grappling to find her place in it all.

Released for the first time 16 years after his death, this startling autobiography by one of the so-called “three tramps” from the John F. Kennedy assassination reveals the details of Chauncey Marvin Holt’s many claims. Much mystery and suspicion still swirls around that fateful day in November 1963, and theories abound in nearly every form of media. But one of the major mysteries revolves around the three men spotted and later arrested in Dealey Plaza. Holt’s controversial confession to being one of the three tramps has a history of its own, and in his own words he delves into his unique and wild background and life. From his United States Air Force service during Pearl Harbor to his associations with the mob and the CIA, Holt discusses his experiences and encounters in great detail. From a man who truly lived a rare and unique life, the book explains the ins and outs of his associations with Lee Harvey Oswald and the assassination in this unique retrospective of a complex and occasionally dubious life.

My morning run was almost over as the road curved through the pines towards the Post Gym. It dawned on me that I had a comprehensive understanding of the war, having been in Iraq in its beginning and again at the end of Operation Iraqi Freedom. In between I trained troops. I finally had a story worth telling. The compulsion to write down my goofy adventures overcame the inertia since college that limited my writing to post-it notes, Emails and greeting cards. Inspiration mixed with boredom and beer got me typing. Strangers in grocery stores thanked me for my service, and I avoided wearing my uniform in public. People hailed heroes at sporting events, placed Soldiers on pedestals. Mr. and Mrs. America didn't have a clue past what they saw on TV. The naiveté continues to piss me off fiercely. Heartache isn't the monopoly of Special Operators - the Men in Black. The petroleum specialist or mechanic halfway around the world feel the same loneliness amongst many. Going home can be harder than leaving. It doesn't matter what your job was downrange. But sexy and violent sells. What about scoundrels in the Army? It seems an ageless tale.I kept replaying my overseas adventures in my head while fighting dandelions in my yard or while driving the 175-mile weekly commute back to Fort McCoy. My Battle Buddy, Hank Molina would pester me during phone calls to write down our hilarious criminal acts from Operation Iraqi Freedom One (2003-04). Finally, I relented to the nagging pressure from my mind while remodeling the exterior of a Hotel in Charleston, West Virginia. The book outline took two nights and a two six packs, I mean three. Quickly, I became used to feeling that a portion of my work at night was basically crap. But it was fun. If I could make myself laugh, then that alone was worth the effort. Making myself cry because my writing was incredibly moving was sometimes due to alcohol, sometimes not. Resumption of a lifelong passion was very satisfying.Not a big fan of the fickle Uniform Code of Military Justice I worried about telling the world that I stole the most bad ass up-armored bulldozer ever built, supposedly. It seemed wise to retire before my entire confession was in print. But like we used to say, "what are they going to do to me? Send me to Iraq?" I'd love to go back, at least to Kurdistan.I was hesitant to make my voice so dominant, but my nephew, who helped me story board the various lines of effort (themes), convinced me that he wanted to know my opinions, observations, recollections, everything about the war from my point of view. Mike said he'd never be in Iraq so he wanted all I could give. Writing the story directly to him meant I could be my goofball self. Finding the ludicrous in Iraq was easy.Soldiers got hurt and reminders of loss came to the fore, like Jessica Lynch. Perhaps a cathartic project is all the book would amount to. But I didn't see any representation of ordinary Soldiers in Iraq in media that was even close to reality. Didn't women deploy? Where's their atta-girl?To change the tone while the story came back to the States, I eliminated all dialogue in Part Two "McCoy". It's a method, I guessed. Reverting back to using dialogue, brought vivaciousness to theater, I hoped. My battle buddy Hank, provided illustrations of BIAP (Baghdad International Airport), the huge city itself, plus the book design. I included a glossary of Military acronyms plus a listing of US Army rank structure for civilian types.Ultimately, I figured out the war. At least to my satisfaction. Eight years of my life was dedicated to the people of Iraq and my sisters and brothers at arms.Soldiers with addictions, personality disorders, a family crisis back home can profoundly affect a person's mental stability. I was guided through the hairiest of situations, especially during my first deployment. Tony wasn't just a hook or a crutch, gave me the courage to write this.

Featuring all the trappings of a Scorsese film, this first-hand account from one of Whitey Bulger’s enforcers is “one of the best” insider accounts of life inside the mob (Washington Post) During the 1980s, Edward J. MacKenzie, Jr., “Eddie Mac,” was a drug dealer and enforcer who would do just about anything for Whitey Bulger, the notorious head of Boston’s Winter Hill Gang. In this compelling eyewitness account—the first from a Bulger insider—Eddie Mac delivers the goods on his one-time boss and on such former associates as Stephen “The Rifleman” Flemmi and turncoat FBI agent John Connolly. Eddie Mac provides a window onto a world rarely glimpsed by those on the outside. Street Soldier is also a story of the search for family, for acceptance, for respect, loyalty, and love. Abandoned by his parents at the age of four, MacKenzie became a ward of the state of Massachusetts, suffered physical and sexual abuse in the foster care system, and eventually drifted into a life of crime and Bulger’s orbit. The Eddie Mac who emerges in these pages is complex: An enforcer who was also a kick-boxing and Golden Gloves champion; a womanizer who fought for custody of his daughters; a tenth-grade dropout living on the streets who went on, as an adult, to earn a college degree in three years; a man, who lived by the strict code of loyalty to the mob, but set up a sting operation that would net one of the largest hauls of cocaine ever seized. Eddie's is a harsh story, but it tells us something important about the darker corners of our world. Street Soldier is as disturbing and fascinating as a crime scene, as heart-stopping as a bar fight, and at times as darkly comic as Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction or Martin Scorsese’s Goodfellas.

A 2017 RT Reviewer's Choice Nominee for Best Digital Historical! One of Goodreads' Best Romances of July A RT Book Review Top Pick! “Sebastian proves she is a new force to be reckoned with in historical romances.”—Booklist Rogue. Libertine. Rake. Lord Courtenay has been called many things and has never much cared. But after the publication of a salacious novel supposedly based on his exploits, he finds himself shunned from society. Unable to see his nephew, he is willing to do anything to improve his reputation, even if that means spending time with the most proper man in London. Julian Medlock has spent years becoming the epitome of correct behavior. As far as he cares, if Courtenay finds himself in hot water, it’s his own fault for behaving so badly—and being so blasted irresistible. But when Julian’s sister asks him to rehabilitate Courtenay’s image, Julian is forced to spend time with the man he loathes—and lusts after—most. As Courtenay begins to yearn for a love he fears he doesn’t deserve, Julian starts to understand how desire can drive a man to abandon all sense of propriety. But he has secrets he’s determined to keep, because if the truth came out, it would ruin everyone he loves. Together, they must decide what they’re willing to risk for love.