Scarlett First Knight Of Vandora

This is a collection of short stories written by the staff, and authors of Just My best Book Publishing Company, and their family, and friends. The short stories include nonfiction, fantasy, adventure, romance, and other subjects. This book includes the following short stories:Little Princess-medieval adventure, Raven Blackwing-medieval adventure, The Rescue-medieval adventure, Pay Your Marriage Dues-medieval adventure, Smoldering Passion-medieval adventure, Alisza Troy-medieval adventure, Rekindled Trust, Intrique,A Camping We Go-general fiction, The Perfect Solution-general fiction, The Book Store-general fiction, West Virginia Hermit-general fiction, Terra Lemnia-science fiction, I Remember Love-non-fiction, Ambush At Xoung Vin Pass-general fiction, Uncle Hermans Harem-general fiction, \Switching Genres, The Snack-general fiction, Feast And Famine-general fiction, The Amazing Sixties-non-fiction, Poster Girl-general fiction, Blind Love-romance.Contributing authors include:Janet Sue Terry, Megan Blue Terry, Lori Martin, Tom Chatterton, Joe DeChristopher, Rosanna Filippello, Daniel Morrison, Debbie Miyake, Betty Dravis.Readers will enjoy this wonderful collection of entertaining stories..

Terry has been penning the part of Scarlett--a character originally created for a role-playing game--since she was 12-years-old. This is the first book in the Vandora series, and the second volume is in the works..

The killer was holding Ronalds in a half nelson with a knife to his throat. He had changed his appearance, but Angelo knew who he was. She hadn't even suspected him. "Give it up!" she said, pointing her Glock at him He laughed. It was a sick, twisted laugh. He was mad, completely insane. "Let Detective Ronalds go!" He pressed the knife to her partner's exposed neck drawing blood. "Drop your weapon, bitch!" "Just shoot him!" Ronalds shouted. His voice was stern, full of authority. Dark red blood began to dribble down Ronalds' neck onto his white oxford shirt as the killer forced the knife deeper....

Entire first chapter of either book can be read on the publishers website:Possibilities - http://www.jmbpub.com/poss.htmResolutions - http://www.jmbpub.com/reso.htm.

The Dutchman turned his mind to his mission--find a rare tiger in the wilds of Thailand. He did not underestimate the difficulties facing him. Here, on this island, there had been many previous searches. SUs big advantage was that he knew the tiger was alive; his predecessors were sustained only by a belief that it might be..

Angelo pulled up in front of Jenny's house. Why are all the lights out? she wondered. Surely she hadn't gone to bed so early. Jenny knew she was going to be stopping by to see her tonight. She reached for her cell phone, but remembered it was dead. Getting out of the car, she walked up the front path. She noticed a set of footprints in the snow. The snow had been falling fast, but not fast enough to cover them completely. They were made maybe a half an hour ago. She followed the fading but large, definitely male footprints. They did not go up to the front door, but around the back. Something was definitely amiss. Tracking them to the rear yard, she spied the phone box, its wires cut. Oh, damn! The footprints ended at the fence. Angelo looked around to see it they backtracked, but they did not. Looking up, she could see the door ajar on the second floor deck. She had to get up there. Climbing the fence, she pulled herself up and onto the deck. She peered into the darkened room. If only I had a lousy flashlight! My kingdom for a flashlight. Pulling her firearm, she opened the door and crept inside. In the pitch black darkness, she made her way over to the door. She leaned an ear to the door, listening. She could hear voices across the hall. A man's voice and a very frightened woman's. Slowly opening the door, praying it wouldn't squeak and alert them, she moved down the hall toward the voices. She could smell tobacco. He was here. She knew it-and damn it-so was Jennifer. Fearing that Jenny would be hurt in the crossfire if she used her weapon, she secured it. She was equally dangerous without it. She moved closer to the door and listened at the master bedroom. She could hear Jennytrying to talk to her assailant. He seemed to be getting impatient with her stalling. On the bed, now! he ordered. Angelo could hear Jenny being tossed down on the bed, its mattress springs creaking. She tried the door, but found it locked. Now! Angelo thought as she kicked in the bedroom door. She crashed inside, taking both Jenny and the man by surprise. He jumped up as Angelo charged him. He was as solid as a rock. It was like running into a brick wall. Angelo was not a small woman by any standard, having more muscle than fat on her lean body, but he swatted her away with a backhand. Rolling away from the punch, she charged him again. Jenny screamed. The man was quicker than Angelo anticipated and he hurled the bedside lamp at her..

Angelo pulled up in front of Jenny's house. Why are all the lights out? she wondered. Surely she hadn't gone to bed so early. Jenny knew she was going to be stopping by to see her tonight. She reached for her cell phone, but remembered it was dead. Getting out of the car, she walked up the front path. She noticed a set of footprints in the snow. The snow had been falling fast, but not fast enough to cover them completely. They were made maybe a half an hour ago. She followed the fading but large, definitely male footprints. They did not go up to the front door, but around the back. Something was definitely amiss. Tracking them to the rear yard, she spied the phone box, its wires cut. Oh, damn! The footprints ended at the fence. Angelo looked around to see it they backtracked, but they did not. Looking up, she could see the door ajar on the second floor deck. She had to get up there. Climbing the fence, she pulled herself up and onto the deck. She peered into the darkened room. If only I had a lousy flashlight! My kingdom for a flashlight. Pulling her firearm, she opened the door and crept inside. In the pitch black darkness, she made her way over to the door. She leaned an ear to the door, listening. She could hear voices across the hall. A man's voice and a very frightened woman's. Slowly opening the door, praying it wouldn't squeak and alert them, she moved down the hall toward the voices. She could smell tobacco. He was here. She knew it-and damn it-so was Jennifer. Fearing that Jenny would be hurt in the crossfire if she used her weapon, she secured it. She was equally dangerous without it. She moved closer to the door and listened at the master bedroom. She could hear Jennytrying to talk to her assailant. He seemed to be getting impatient with her stalling. On the bed, now! he ordered. Angelo could hear Jenny being tossed down on the bed, its mattress springs creaking. She tried the door, but found it locked. Now! Angelo thought as she kicked in the bedroom door. She crashed inside, taking both Jenny and the man by surprise. He jumped up as Angelo charged him. He was as solid as a rock. It was like running into a brick wall. Angelo was not a small woman by any standard, having more muscle than fat on her lean body, but he swatted her away with a backhand. Rolling away from the punch, she charged him again. Jenny screamed. The man was quicker than Angelo anticipated and he hurled the bedside lamp at her..

If you walk around the street expecting to find a scammer, you'll never find one until the scammer makes a fool of you, then you will know that they exist. 'There are hours when crime pays, when stolen waters are sweet, and punishment although lame, will come.' Crimes originate from the hearts of men. Crime can lead to many circumstances such as murder, imprisonment, and death. This novel explains how the advance fee fraud is executed based on both the testimonies of victims and perpetuators. It exposes the cunning of the perpetuators and the greed of the victims. The advance fee fraud is believed to have originated in West Africa during the 1970s, otherwise called the 419 scam after the Nigeria criminal code. It has spread throughout other parts of the world in spite of warnings by various security agents. An average fraudster believes and understands the rule of the scamming game. The terrain for the game isn't a place for truth, but for dupe. The rule of the game is characterized by, love, hope, fear and faith. The fraudsters see themselves as heroes and not criminals, unless ill luck catches up with them. Even then, they never agree that they did anything wrong..