After this, readers first meet Sibilla, the hotelier’s granddaughter, a woman born with hair covering her body, who runs away to Africa with a man who frequents the wealthy Italian estate at which her mother is a servant then, in England, there’s Agnes, the colonialist’s granddaughter, a rich white girl and talented tennis player who goes blind and falls in love with a student who, unbeknownst to her, is black and Matha, the servant’s granddaughter, a spirited prodigy who joins a local radical’s avant-garde activism. The epic stretches out from a single violent encounter: in the early 20th century, a British colonialist adopts North-western Rhodesia (now Zambia) as his home, settling in the Old Drift, a settlement near Victoria Falls, where the colonist gets into a fateful skirmish with a local hotelier. Serpell’s debut is a rich, complex saga of three intertwined families over the course of more than a century.
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Zero Apologies is part three of Zero and Lilly's trilogy and book #14 in the Lost Kings MC series. I'll never betray my club.Even if it means losing everything. To protect our family.I'd do it again and again as long as it means she's safe.It's time to marry her, cherish her, and spend the rest of our lives together.We were so close to our happy ending.Then chaos swept it away.The road ahead remains unknown.Loyalty, honor, brotherhood. One by one, the lies have been unraveled.I've shed blood to protect Lilly. įrom USA Today bestselling author Autumn Jones Lake comes the sizzling conclusion to Zero and Lilly's story. From USA Today bestselling author Autumn Jones Lake comes the sizzling conclusion to Zero and Lilly's story. I just finished this book, and I’m literally gobsmacked. That will be my curse.īut it’s time to confess, to myself more so than any other, that I’d hindered my chances because of the way I was built, and because of the men who built me.Īt this point, I just want to make peace with who I am, no matter what ending I get. To make peace with my fate.Īnd if I can’t grieve enough to cure myself in my time here, I’ll remain sick. I’m done pretending I didn’t leave the largest part of me between these hills and valleys, between the sea of trees that hold my secrets. We were careless and reckless, thinking our youth made us indestructible, exempt from our sins, and it cost us all. I played my part, eyes wide open, tempting fate until it delivered.Īll of us are to blame for what happened. I let my sickness, my love, both rule and ruin me. I can still feel them all, my boys of summer.Įven when I’d sensed the danger, I gave in. It’s clear to me that I’ll never outgrow Triple Falls or outlive the time I spent here. It’s a ghost town, this place that haunts me, the one that made me. He eased into her, very slowly, watching the expression in her eyes as he pushed her lips apart and stretched her open, bit by bit in exquisite pleasure as he started to fill her again, going deeper and deeper until she could take no more, and he began fucking her slowly, sensually. “I want to take my time with you, you’re so damn beautiful you’re perfect. He led her by the hand to the bed and lay her down, climbing gently on top of her his chest hard against her breasts as he pushed her legs open. He lifted her dress up over her head and pulled it off, undoing her bra and dropping it to the floor. His hands went to one of her writs and swiftly he untied her, then the other wrist, freeing her. She was pulling down hard on the ropes as he cupped her ass to grip her, to steady her her hips thrusting forward onto his cock as she sought to meet his rhythm, the matching of their bodies so perfect, riding his cock as he thrust deeper into her, fucking her in perfect rhythm, as if he had done this to her so many times before, pounding into her without restraint, pushing her further as his eyes challenged her, claimed her, overpowered her as he took her harder, his thrusting forceful and relentless, her body close to exploding. His hand went around her neck and as he fucked her, her eyes didn’t yield to him. With the dripping wetness between her legs, he had no need to prepare her. Taking hold of her hips, he thrust his cock straight into her, his eyes locked on hers. Rosemary Cooke is a fifth year college student who can't settle on a major because she is leading a most unsettled life. Loosely based on an experiment conducted in the 1930s by married scientists who attempted to raise a baby chimp along with their infant daughter, Fowler examines what it would be like for the human children who were part of such a family. While that is not an unusual occurrence in novels about families, never have I read one in which the lost member was a chimpanzee. Karen Joy Fowler's novel We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves is a story about a family torn apart by the loss of one member. We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves is the story of an American family, middle class in middle America, ordinary in every way but one. |