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If you're looking for the kind of story about a naïve virgin who doesn't like alcohol, scrunches her nose at cigarettes, or doesn't believe vampires exist...this isn't the story for you. Oh, vampires? I know they exist because I had the displeasure of meeting some when I was a kid. Don't worry, they're all dead. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm a red-blooded woman with a "glamorous" bartending job at a place called After Midnight, and I thought fangers were but a distant memory. Until he walked in. Tall, pale, and far too handsome for his own undead good. Between the insults tossed back and forth, caught gazes and fleeting touches that made my skin electrify as much as it made it crawl...he came with a warning. An unwanted visitor was on its way to town, and my name had been whispered in passing. With a name like Freya, it was hard to forget. This time around I have friends to help me keep the arrogant vampire at arm's length...or at least neck's length. Not to mention any other creepy crawlies who emerge from the night. I may be nocturnal, but I'll be damned if I ever let the night claim me. IRRESISTIBLE DEMISE is the first in the After Midnight series. If you're a fan paranormal romance, urban fantasy, the enemies to lovers trope, and/or a bit of mythology/magic, this is a new series for you!
Provides a much needed corrective to the misleading accounts of modernism that have dominated recent debate, shedding new light at the same time on the current controversies surrounding postmodernism.
Though a dystopian novel hovering over the imminent collapse of American civilization at the hands of a techno-authoritarian state, "Love in the Time of the Apocalypse" is also a book about the triumph of love and humor over the fatal gravitas of life and death. It is part future nightmare part whimsical farce of the present. Love in the Time of the Apocalypse is a work of playful conspiritorial pop-delirium and pastiche full of lovable terrorists, state run breeding houses, Amish casinos, vulgar action scenes, the antichrist, tongue and cheek hyper-masculinity ("perhaps sit-ups can save the world") and a bourgeois love story to top it all. Readers who love Science Fiction, Dystopian Literature, and Conspiracy Theory will find this book chock full of fresh and clever fare. The speculative details are much more subtle than works on the post-apocalypse. The reader can feel both drawn into a bit of a future shock while at the same time remain anchored in a familiar, albeit, terrifying present. Blecha has a way of pulling from current trends of government suppression of freedoms and stretching them ever so softly to their possible conclusion. Thus, rather than a world of utter totalitarianism such at Orwell's 1984, we are presented with a more plausible, more friendly fascism that a society founded on consumerism and entertainment might bring about. Without coming across as a writer with an agenda, Gregory Blecha offers a strong but playful critique of State power, the smothering inefficiency and corruption of bureaucracy, and the role of the over-stimulated, under-critical herd of middle class consumers and middle managers of a collapsing North America. Tramps,plague victims, nihilists and nymphomaniacs along with the main character, a WASP drawn into their exciting world, make for the heroes of the story. The villains are the lifeless and systematic processes of the Federal Government, the Department of Health, the Department of Overpopulation, and the technological control systems of modern life, and yet even these are rendered with an air of playfulness that allows the reader to smile as the world comes crumbling down.
This is ME! What am I going to do in life? I want to make my life matter, and I want to be part of a revolution. I have such big dreams, but sometimes when my mind wanders back to reality the dreams seem to fade. The older I get and the more decisions I have to make the less I clearly see my purpose within myself. Sometimes I let desire get in the way of my destiny, and I feel as if my heart speaks a language different from my brain. I always find myself responsible for something that I cannot control. I feel so confined within myself when I am lost. On one side I want to be the leader of my life and the controller of my actions, then on the other I just want somebody to come and tell me to calm down and to make all my choices for me. This war in my soul has to end soon for my own sake. Anxiety is a disease that is slowly making my life fold, but now that I have written my rant and resolved this one battle I am at peace. I feel a lot better than before I started. Writing is my outlet and in a way my salvation. To the Lord I pray, Please guide me and shape me into the servant your will seeks for me to be. Place your hand of protection over me as I find my way back to the dreams that with you I can make into a reality. In Jesus name Amen.