After serving in the National Guard during World War II, Trav leaves his hometownof Savannah, Georgia to follow his lifelong dream of becoming a radio sports announcer. Soon, Trav is one of the most sought after announcers, not to mention one of the most sought-after bachelors, with offers from radio and television stations across the South - and offers from women all across his radio listening area.

He wasn't born to be the Alpha King. He'll have to earn it. And that might just cost him everything. After he killed his mate to protect his brother's Luna, Ryan was ready to leave Crescent Falls forever. When given the opportunity to create his own kingdom in a distant land, he gathered his pack and started out. But this new kingdom isn't just handed to him on a silver platter. There are new risks--new threats. And new possibilities. Aviva is wild and untamed. When her father gives her to Alpha King Ryan as a sign of unity, neither of them can say no. But the haunted look in his eyes makes her want to run in the other direction. Is it possible Aviva is his second chance mate? Or is she just a way of making peace in this rugged new land? As their enemies begin to close in, it becomes clear, they'll have to work together to survive--even if they're not meant to be together. But when Ryan looks at her, he doesn't want to tame her. He wants to claim her.

History has revealed to us the full depth of the horrific actions carried out under the leadership of Adolf Hitler in Nazi Germany. However, the articles in this collection offer a unique perspective: that of journalists and the public during Hitler's rise to power, conquest of Europe, and attempted extermination of Europe's Jewish population. The New York Times's coverage of Hitler ranged from wise warnings about the dangers he presented to profiles of his diet and private life. The various types of news stories in this book offer diverse takes on the rise of one of history's most despicable dictators and how the world responded to his bloodlust.

“I half expected to run across my opponent as I escaped, but as it turned out I met no one at all in my stealthy trip to get my saddlebags from my room and my equally secretive visit to the stable. My horse was against being saddle at such an hour, but my grim firmness made short work of his rebellion. A drizzle abetted the dank chill of the hours as I rode forth . . . Next time I met that one, I swore to myself, things would be different.”