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Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff's terms for his daughter's release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal's sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one. Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world's top photographers.

She immediately recoiled in horror, for reflected in the mirror before her was a human horse, complete with perky rubberized ears. Hoof-mitts were being worked up her hands, and she knew it wouldn't be long before her boots followed suit. Not content with having taken her speech, liberty, and free will away, now, they wanted to make her look like an animal, too!

In the second book in the Pony Tales series, Jenny finds herself in the capable hands of Mark - her guide and tormentor for the day. She becomes accomplished in the art of crawling, gets an eye-opening tour of the facility, and suffers regularly with the pain of orgasm denial. Finding herself at the mercy of his fingertips when he demonstrates the complexities of breath play, she panics that each gasp of air may be her last.

Meet Jenny. She's rich, spoiled, rude, and obnoxious. She's also just been signed up for the BDSM ride of her life. An intensive training course at the Albrecht Stables is not what it appears to be, and training to become a human pony was not on Jenny's to-do list. The trouble is, how do you escape when you're tied up, gagged, and constantly sexually aroused? Which master or mistress do you turn to for rescue? And what do you do if you suspect you might actually be enjoying yourself?

The viciously attractive Mark, with the unfaltering smile, has a day of endurance planned for Jenny that the devil himself would find challenging. His artful temperature play has her screaming, his anal dilators have her howling and a ride in the sybian's saddle leaves her virtually unconscious, but the day is far from over. A group of ladies, with wandering fingers, are given the task of transforming Jenny into a sweet, submissive pony girl who will be left looking "hot to trot" in no time at all.

Gritting her teeth Jenny grimaced and gave him what he wanted; the lewd sight of her backside jiggling this way and that as he continued to spank it. His hand now felt like sandpaper on the sensitised flesh. How much longer would she have to endure this? The clamps continued to bite into her tender nipples, and as she swayed to and fro she could feel them moving with her, the ache increasing with each passing second.

Today, my name is Lois Reeves. I have an appointment with my new boss, James Leverett, this morning because my next assignment requires that I assassinate one of the biggest gangsters in the world. This is a suicide mission that is almost guaranteed to get me killed, but I have to accept it. To refuse would mean death - and not just mine. This guy who I'm about to kill is lining up everyone I hold dear, and preparing to take them out one by one. This is every assassin's worst nightmare, and this is the hell within which I now live.

Magdalena Wasiura returns to Morocco after a holiday to live and work with the Berber community, sharing their experiences, customs, and way of living. Part One describes the author's first step into the life of her Moroccan family hosts, takes you to the souk and hammam, explains the importance of Fridays for Muslim society, sulks itself in whisky and the problems caused by it. In this part we are introduced to countless opportunists and amiable characters, and we visit a rather lavish circumcision party.

This should have been an easy assignment. Get in, have him fall under my spell, grab every little piece of intel I can find, and then assassinate him. They were simple instructions, and ones I’d followed countless times before. What could go wrong? Just about everything. Alain’s kept me imprisoned and drugged up to my eyeballs. The mind games he’s playing are nearly my undoing, but it’s hard battling a body that’s full of barbiturates or opium. There’s one more problem, too. I think I’m falling in love with the bastard.

Five years ago I told a lie that would land Brandt Browning - local hero and heir to the Mentley Mill fortune - in prison for a crime he didn't commit. I ruined his life with three small words. "He did it". I didn't even have to be there to testify in court. It was too easy. But that was five years ago. And now Brandt has been released. He's coming for me. This time I'm not waiting around. I'm going to run so far away that no one will ever find me. The trouble is, you can't hide from money. Eventually Brandt will catch up with me, and when he does, he'll want payment in blood.

Can two friends be more than lovers? Francis Davis and Martin McLini were best friends in high school but by the time college, they both have moved on and had forgotten about each other or have they? She was his first love and his first hate but he wasn't going to let her be his biggest regret. Martin is soon to be married, can Francis stop it before it's too late? But does Martin want her to stop his wedding? Only time will tell...she has until spring break is over in two weeks.

Magdalena Wasiura's journal of living for a year in the Berber community in Morocco.

It's far from easy to say goodbye, but before the author bids everyone farewell, she goes on a long physically and emotionally draining journey. The countless hours in the buses to Chefchaouen, then Raba, then Marrakesh are a significant component of Part 8, the last part of Les Berbères et Moi. The author meets obstacles at Raba airport that turn her back to Khénifra, to the police station. And someone dies in this part....

New projects and new ideas along with matchmaking in Timdgrass are just a small part of part seven of Les Berbères et moi. What is all the fuss about kissing? The author explains zina and how Shari'ah punishes you for that. You feel the blisters on the author’s hands when she beats the dirt out of sheep skin as well as the discomfort and cold during her night voyage to Casablanca.

Part 6 of Les Berbères et Moi consists of author’s attempt to build her life in Morocco by accepting a certain proposal, meeting obstacles on both: the personal and professional level, living thorough a major crisis at home related to lack of money, job, deteriorating health of both grandparents and more less everyone around including the author; spending weekends in the mountains and enjoying family’s outings in the forest of Ajdir.

Love and marriage...does it really go like horse and carriage? In part five of Magdalena Wasiura's journal, one can hear a broad chapter regarding marriage and love coupling, and in the context of a strange encounter in Beni Mellal about hashish and l'eau de vie. One will travel to the plateau de Tadla and discover an amazing Bin El Ouidan barrage and one will dance to the Berber upbeat at a newborn baby party.

What about fatalism? Should women wear tight jeans? What about swimming? Our God or My God, whose then? Some of those issues are discussed in part four of Magdalena Wasiura's account of her stay in Morocco. She also describes a rather stressful Christmas time spent in Morocco, the overprotective nature of her Muslim family, and her trip to Meknes where she gets arrested.

Part three of Magdalena's journal describes broadly "the forbidden" subjects: intimacy and drinking in the context of Islam that is supported by numerous tales from the Quran, and how young people will turn the prohibited into pleasure. She depicts the growing tension between her and her Muslim family and the cultural clash, something that one will not get in package holidays. "Lasciate ogne speranca, voi ch'intrate": it's Dante's invitation to Hell; here however, it invites one to hammam.

The second part of Magdalena's journal recording her life with the Berber community in Khenifra in the Middle Atlas mountains: their homes, social gatherings and her work with their children in the Association Hannan. Get a good wash in hammam, eat boucheyar, drink shiba, meet my friends Mahamed and Ali and go with us to Arougou, wakha?

English actress Jenna Sutton and American artist Guy Sinclair first meet when they jointly inherit a house on the west coast of Ireland. Curious about their unknown benefactress and why they are considered family, they discover surprising links to the original owners of the house.