When was the last time someone around you brought up World War Two? It’s a pretty popular war. Maybe you heard about it yesterday. Maybe last month. But it was probably recent. And when it came up, did you wish that you could be the one to casually drop a fact that would have everyone in the room going, ´´Wow, I never knew that!” With this audiobook, you can be that person. You can listen to it just a few minutes a day. Chapters are bite-sized and easy-to-read, meant for normal people instead of war historians! Each chapter ends with a bonus helping of trivia and some quick questions to test your knowledge. You’ll zoom through this book and be hungry for more. Get ready to impress your friends with your knowledge–not just of the main events of World War Two, but of all the gritty details and weird true facts. By the time you finish this book, you’ll have a fact for every occasion, from the first moment someone thought about having a Second World War, to the most recent blockbuster movies about it. So get ready to meet characters from Adolf Hitler, rejected art student, to Jack Churchill, the broadsword-swinging male model. Find out why World War Two started in the first place, and why it’s never a good idea to invade Russia in winter. Learn why the United States was going to stay out of the war, how Canadians stole airplanes for the British, and what an orange soft drink has to do with the Nazis. Some of the things you’re going to learn are sad. Some are scary. Some are sexy. And some are downright strange! It’s everything your history teacher never got around to telling you. 1. Language: English. Narrator: Derek Newman. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/acx0/101789/bk_acx0_101789_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
Harry Beckwith is the author of Selling the Invisible and The Invisible Touch, both marketing classics. Now he applies his unparalleled clarity, insight, humor and expertise to a new age of mass communication and mass confusion. What Clients Love will help you stand out from the crowd - and sell anything to anyone. From making a pitch to building a brand, from designing a logo to closing a sale, this is a field guide to take with you to the front lines of today´s business battles. Filled with real tales of success and failure, it shows you how to: Fly a Jefferson Airplane. Everyone knows there´s a Jefferson Monument, but a Jefferson Airplane? A brilliant, attention-grabbing name often includes the unexpected and the absurd. Strike with a Velvet Sledgehammer. It´s not a hard sell. It´s not exactly soft. Selling well means finding the fine line between modesty and bragging, and driving the message home. Speak to the Frenchman on the Street. A French mathematician believed that no theory was complete until you could explain it to the first person you meet on the street. Dress Julia Roberts. Why one scene from Pretty Woman can enlighten you more than a full year of study at a top business school. 1. Language: English. Narrator: Harry Beckwith. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/time/000282/bk_time_000282_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
Anthony Lane on Con Air— ´´Advance word on Con Air said that it was all about an airplane with an unusually dangerous and potentially lethal load. Big deal. You should try the lunches they serve out of Newark. Compared with the chicken napalm I ate on my last flight, the men in Con Air are about as dangerous as balloons.” Anthony Lane on The Bridges of Madison County— ´´I got my copy at the airport, behind a guy who was buying Playboy´s Book of Lingerie, and I think he had the better deal. He certainly looked happy with his purchase, whereas I had to ask for a paper bag.” Anthony Lane on Martha Stewart— ´´Super-skilled, free of fear, the last word in human efficiency, Martha Stewart is the woman who convinced a million Americans that they have the time, the means, the right, and—damn it—the duty to pipe a little squirt of soft cheese into the middle of a snow pea, and to continue piping until there are ´fifty to sixty´ stuffed peas raring to go.” For ten years, Anthony Lane has delighted New Yorker readers with his film reviews, book reviews, and profiles that range from Buster Keaton to Vladimir Nabokov to Ernest Shackleton. Nobody´s Perfect is an unforgettable collection of Lane´s trademark wit, satire, and insight that will satisfy both the long addicted and the not so familiar. From the Trade Paperback edition.
After losing her job, twenty-year-old Marie runs away to Vegas, hoping to find solace by hiding among the glamour and parties. Instead, she finds herself at the clutches of powerful alpha males in very public places. The men have her yearning for their brutal passion as she surrenders everything and submits to different men in bars and airplanes. Having an audience only makes it hotter. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ ´´You cancelled our sessions,´´ I whispered, stepping closer towards him and pressing my thigh against his half-hard cock. I looked up at him with hooded eyes and he looked guilty. ´´Yes,´´ he said. There was a glint in his eyes that looked dangerously close to affection. I waited for him to continue talking, but he merely stared at me. ´´Madame Violet fired me.´´ The words left my lips without going through my brain and I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks at the declaration. I felt like I was proposing to him, which was ludicrous. ´´You don't work there anymore?´´ he asked, his eyebrow raised. ´´Why else am I doing here on a Monday?´´ I leaned a little closer towards him so I wouldn't have to look at him when we talked. ´´Is Travis really your name?´´ I asked, knowing a number of my clients preferred giving pseudonyms when they visited Madame Violet for her services. It was to be expected. Some of the men who frequented our place were important, powerful figures in society. ´´Yes,´´ he answered as he tightened his hold on the small of my back, his fingers flexing experimentally. I felt my nipples pebble in response to his touch and arched towards him with a soft gasp when he pulled me closer. ´´Is Marie your real name?´´ he asked in returned. ´´Yes,´´ I found myself saying, licking my lips. It was more conversation we had than in the past few months together. Then again, he was blindfolded during the sessions and he referred to me as 'Mistress'. I was no longer in control, but I couldn't be bothered with that. ´´You're even more beautiful without the mask.´´ ´´You're even more handsome without the blindfold,´´ I countered, smiling loosely. ´´Who are you really, Travis, The Marine?´´ I asked, quirking my lips a little. ´´I'm not a marine,´´ he admitted, looking a little sheepish, as if he had been caught in a lie. ´´Haven't been one for a few years now,´´ he said. It never occurred to us that he could be a veteran. He came to sessions in his military uniform. ´´I'm a businessman,´´ he admitted. ´´My company is based here in LA,´´ he said. At my questioning gaze, he continued, ´´I've been flying down to our sessions.´´ ´´Oh,´´ I gasped. I twined my arms around his neck for balance, clinging to him in the low light. My heels weren't tall enough to bring our heights close. ´´Madame Violet said you were falling in love with me,´´ I said, my pulse racing as I looked up into his eyes. It must be some sort of record, to be fired from an escort service for being too good at my job. Men were falling in love with me. He was breathing hard too. I could see his chest heave even as we stopped the pretense of dancing and just rubbed up against each other. The other dancers didn't seem to notice, or maybe it was just something people did in dance clubs and they didn't care. He was clearly hard under his jeans and I was suddenly grateful that the music was loud enough to muffle my moans. He leaned down a little more to my ear, speaking a little louder than normal to be heard over the cacophony of noise in the club. ´´If you'd let me, I'd like to be in charge today.´´