Böcker av Michelle Hamilton

Daughter of infamous Kate Bowan, Ruth Wolfe is a confident, young archaeologist trying to prove herself in a male-dominated career in the 1970s. But she doesn't let the South American Dirty War, a crumbling Argentinean government, or even a distracting Viking-esque photojournalist get in her way of revealing the past's truths. Even if the photojournalist becomes more help than hindrance, more friend than enemy in a dangerous world of government conspiracies, disappearing rebels and gold-hungry thieves.Jack Baumann is an award-winning photojournalist, but his interest in Ruth has nothing to do with writing and everything to do with a dark agenda he's using her to achieve. Jack is riddled with secrets and a haunting past but he finds himself forgetting his ultimate goal in the face of Ruth's dedication and grace.Ruth and Jack form a partnership that leads them through the mountains of Argentina to post-war Europe. Will being watched over by her mother's Egyptian god cause them to succeed or to fail?

Almost Everyone Has A Ghost Story.Real People. Real Stories.In this second volume, read about morehaunted houses, visits from relatives who have passed on, messages from pets from the other side, experiences during paranormal investigations, psychic experiences, hauntings by shadow people, including a dedicated section to the historic Goldenrod Showboat.ENCOUNTERS WITH THE PARANORMAL: VOLUME 2 reveals more personal stories of the supernatural, continuing to explore the realm beyond the veil through its contributors

I was on a bus full of sociopaths. The trouble was I had volunteered to be here. Had I only known, I lamented for the hundredth time since I'd boarded this small bus emblazoned with the Real War Games Inc. logo at the Denver International Airport, I never would have gotten off my plane from New York, never would have registered online six months ago, never would have followed through with this harebrained idea in the first place. But I had, thinking that somehow I would be able to understand, to discover the answer to the question that had begun to consume me more than a year ago when my twin brother had died in Iraq: What need had driven Brian to join the army - a decision that had resulted in his death? So I was here in order to understand. And hopefully find some way of moving on with my life. Although I couldn't imagine how to that without Brian. But somehow instead I'd ended up not on a bus with the other participants in this game but with sociopaths. Where had I gone wrong?