At the dawn of civilization, the innocent AIYANA awaits the return of the Akrotirian prince, SAMA. Three years previous she was néos, the chief's daughter who amused the prince; now, in the first flower of womanhood, her romantic longing is brightened by anticipation of the festival, the prince, the mystery.Sama, "Samalon", son of Apollon, son of Atalon for whom Atlantis is named. Seven hundred years after the volcano that destroyed the kingdom of Atalon (Atlantis) the island was refounded by Theras, son of Austesion, descendent of the hero Cadmus; it is from Theras that the island receives its name, Thera. Our story occurs before the age of heroes during the age of demigods, Apollon being the human manifestation of the divine Apollo. Archeological evidence suggests trade between the Doric-Ionian cultures (the Seafarers, as named by the Egyptians) of the Aegean Sea and the Americas; D.N.A. gives evidence that several American Indian societies have a Mediterranean ancestry. It is likely that the towns of Akrotiri and Knossos share a common culture. The jealous eruption of Kaptara scatters the Atlantians and civilizes the Western world. Our

Scandal rocks the school when word gets out about Koume and the elder Shiranui brother, not to mention Hatsuyuki and Akari! Koume wants to discuss things with Hatsuyuki, but his uncharacteristic lack of response worries her. And amid the chaos, the school festival begins, bringing further trouble for Koume?! The sixth volume of this high-spec prince x regular girl romantic comedy is a tempestuous one!!

Atsuko’s father is a drunk, and she’s shunned by her classmates as "the poor kid." Walking the streets in a dark fog of despair, Atsuko cons perverts out of their money to survive. Then, one day, she meets Itaru, the heir to a wealthy family, who happens to look exactly like her. Itaru hatches a plan: Atsuko will live his tedious public life for him, and she will get a taste of the luxuries enjoyed by the 1%. Everybody’s (finally) happy. Right?

He’s competing for her hand And her freedom... Held captive by her tyrannical sultan father, Princess Zorahaida lives an isolated life. A tournament is held and Jasim ibn Ismail, a handsome knight in arms, claims his prize: Zorahaida’s hand in marriage! Political reasons must be driving his offer—he’s certainly not offering love. Should Zorahaida grasp the tantalizing taste of freedom marrying the impulsive knight would gift her? Princesses of the Alhambra Captive in the castle; rescued by love! Book 1 — The Knight’s Forbidden Princess Book 2 — The Princess’s Secret Longing Book 3 - The Warrior’s Princess Prize “ Townend is a skilful and creative writer who draws you so expertly into her world. This is an exciting, hugely romantic and fresh story that has everything you would want from a Historical Romance.” —Chicks, Rogues and Scandals on The Knight’s Forbidden Princess “Exciting, original and adventurous.” —RT Book Reviews on The Knight’s Forbidden Princess

The spoiled boy or the boy with the cold eyes, which is the real Souta? What will become of Rizu’s shaken feelings?! And Souta’s past is finally made clear! The too beautiful Souta is up to his old tricks in the latest volume of this cute but cunning childhood friend love story!

Hatsuyuki Ichimonji has specs that are completely off the charts, but he's taken interest in the everday girl Koume Yoshida! Throwing his Four Lords into total chaos, he persues her, but it seems that he's not the only one in the race! Will Koume give in to the ever-persistent prince? Or will she succumb to what she knows best?! The rose petal storm continues in volume 2!

Example in this ebook CHAPTER I—Eastern Seas My first cruise as a midshipman in the navy of the United States began a short month too late for me to share in the honors of the Mexican War. In other words, I came in at the foot of the service, with all the grades above me fresh-stocked with comparatively young and vigorous officers. As a consequence, the rate of promotion was so slow that the Summer of 1851 found me, at the age of twenty-four, still a middie, with my lieutenancy ever receding, like a will-o’-the-wisp, into the future. Had I chosen a naval career through necessity, I might have continued to endure. But to the equal though younger heir of one of the largest plantations in South Carolina, the pay of even a post captain would have been of small concern. It is, therefore, hardly necessary to add that I had been lured into the service by the hope of winning fame and glory. That my choice should have fallen upon the navy rather than the army may have been due to the impulse of heredity. According to family traditions and records, one of my ancestors was the famous English seaman Will Adams, who served Queen Elizabeth in the glorious fight against the Spanish Armada and afterwards piloted a Dutch ship through the dangerous Straits of Magellan and across the vast unchartered expanse of the Pacific to the mysterious island empire, then known as Cipango or Zipangu. History itself verifies that wonderful voyage and the still more wonderful fact of my ancestor’s life among the Japanese as one of the nobles and chief counsellors of the great Emperor Iyeyasu. So highly was the advice of the bold Englishman esteemed by the Emperor that he was never permitted to return home. For many years he dwelt honorably among that most peculiar of Oriental peoples, aiding freely the few English and Dutch who ventured into the remote Eastern seas. He had aided even the fanatical Portuguese and Spaniards, who, upon his arrival, had sought to have him and his handful of sick and starving shipmates executed as pirates. So it was he lived and died a Japanese noble, and was buried with all honor. With the blood of such a man in my veins, it is not strange that I turned to the sea. Yet it is no less strange that three years in the service should bring me to an utter weariness of the dull naval routine. Notable as were the achievements of our navy throughout the world in respect to exploration and other peaceful triumphs, it has ever surprised me that in the absence of war and promotion I should have lingered so long in my inferior position. In war the humiliation of servitude to seniority may be thrust from thought by the hope of winning superior rank through merit. Deprived of this opportunity, I could not but chafe under my galling subjection to the commands of men never more than my equals in social rank and far too often my inferiors. The climax came after a year on the China Station, to which I had obtained an assignment in the hope of renewed action against the arrogant Celestials. Disappointed in this, and depressed by a severe spell of fever contracted at Honkong, I resigned the service at Shanghai, and took passage for New York, by way of San Francisco and the Horn, on the American clipper Sea Flight. We cleared for the Sandwich Islands August the twenty-first, 1851. The second noon found us safe across the treacherous bars of the Yangtse-Kiang and headed out across the Eastern Sea, the southwest monsoon bowling us along at a round twelve knots. To be continue in this ebook