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A rich collection of diverse and fascinating stories by famous classic authors. 1.The Bus Conductor by E. F. Benson 2.The Murderer by Perceval Gibbon 3.The Death Mask by H. D. Everett 4.Caterpillars by E. F. Benson 5.His Brother’s Keeper by W. W. Jacobs 6.The Secret of the Black Bag by William Le Queux 7.A Joy Ride by A. J. Alan 8.The Perfect Murder by Stacy Aumonier 9.The Furnished Room by O. Henry 10.The Squaw by Bram Stoker 11.The Dust Cloud by E. F. Benson 12.The Idiot by Arnold Bennett

It was a blind date to a lonely cabin, but Ash got more than we bargained for when a psychological manipulator swapped bodies with him. Will Ash get his body back, and escape her clutches?

BOOK 1 OF THE SERIES CHAPTER I. “I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for...” “Shut up.” I exhaled. I looked away from her, and down. My fingers curled tightly around the edge of the sink. My fingers. I wiggled them slightly, then clamped down my grip. They were smaller now, with a ring on the left-hand middle finger. As I gripped the edge of the sink, they turned white, almost as bloodless as the old porcelain. I did not want to look up, knowing that my stomach could not take the jolt if I looked in the mirror again. I felt a large hand on my back. I touched me slowly, and gently rubbed me....

BOOK 2 OF THE SERIES CHAPTER I. Yup. I'm still in her body. Now, before I begin, I have been thinking about something. You know, the so-called ontological shock that would happen when a man suddenly turns into a woman. Specifically, why didn't I suddenly go insane? I really don't know. But I'm glad I didn't—right? Let me explain, or hypothesize. I'm a paralegal, not a head-shrink, so I have no idea. One reason may be because in order to survive, I've had to adapt. You know, cruddy apartments, rejection from colleges and society, taking a series of dead-end jobs just to survive. That kind ...

I got roped into helping my sister's ex-fiancée Naddy throw a Walpurgis Night Party. No big deal, since I'd just set up and take down decorations and refreshments. Little did I know that my family curse would come into play, as I swapped bodies with Naddy.

It was supposed to be a nice working vacation for B. H. Wrencher. Visit LA, see the sights, enjoy the sun, and try to figure out what his experiences with swapping bodies with Big Momma Jane meant. But a quick nap under a friendly tree started a chain of events that led him into armed conflict with North Koreans, who wanted this body-swapping technology for themselves.

With their parents away on a month-long cruise to Cancún, Kjell was looking forward to a dream summer vacation. But when his sister Eyja and her friend Cady casts a spell over him, turning him into a woman, his plans are shattered. Will he able to get his body back, iron out his relationship with his sister's friend, and what happens when the high priestess discovers that Eyja and Cady have been abusing magic?

“It's not fair!” she protested. He hands were in tiny balls. Her knuckles white. Dr. Pike Wilder's face was cold, almost bronzelike. But his eyes were golden whirlpools, dynamic and hypnotic. “Dottie …” “I said I'm not Dottie. I'm her sister Maddie. We switched bodies.” Dr. Pike's face showed no reaction. His voice rose a level, taking an assertive tone. “We've checked your biometrics—fingerprints, DNA, dental records.” Her eyes flashed, nostrils were flared and her breathing shallow and quick. “But what about my soul-metrics? Have you analyzed my soul?” “That is ...

Chapter I: Unmasking the heart I opened my eyes wide. Well, my wife’s eyes wide. “So you’re not really my sister-in–law Sarah?” She shook her head, her frizzy hair bobbed back and forth. “Nope. It’s me, Sam.” “Okay, I’ll fess up. I’m Brian.” I curtsied. (Pretend you didn’t just read that last sentence.) He nodded, then looked away at the other women. I cocked my head. “The saying is ‘boys will be boys,’” I said drolly, “But in our case, it’s ‘boys will be girls.’” I looked at the other women filing into the cultural hall. We two were in the foyer....

A grisly collection of despicable crimes told by some of the world's best writers.

After a hit-and-run car crash, Caitlyn's life is put on hold. Her broken leg refuses to heal, and she is questioning her future career plans as a doctor. She realizes the only way forward is to find out what happened, who hit her and left her to die, and—most importantly—who was at fault. She dusts off her (very average) hacking skills, and enlists the help of Thomas Dean, a former cop turned PI, and a permanent wheelchair user after a spinal cord injury. He hopes he still has what it takes to get the job done.

The 1930s. Art deco. Jazz. Flappers. And disaster. On their first anniversary, Ward and Mattie accidentally swap bodies. But this is to be expected when Ward horsed around with the scientific equipment at his lab. But will they be able to swap back , seeing they are hoplessy drunk?

It’s a long road to Portugal, especially for missionary Elder Ross Wrencher—geek, MCU fan, and Gamma World war-gamer. But things took a turn for the worse when he accidently swaps bodies with Olympian swimmer and fellow missionary Sister Signe Hagen. Will these two be able to swap back, before the APs and mission president catch on?

What's worse than killing a cop? Eating him afterwards. Which is exactly what happened to a Los Angeles County sheriff in the office of one noted Los Angeles lawyer. Now Mallory Caine, zombie at law, faces the toughest trial of her life - her own - since she's the prime suspect.

The “best two years”—in your companion's body? *** I turned to Sarah, and as I burped Marlene, I asked, “You know Sarah, you’ve never told us the first story.” “What first story?” She asked, shuffling the cards. “The first time you and your companion swapped bodies. In your letter, you said that the statue helped you and your companion work things out.” I nodded. “BFF. Right?” She leaned back in her chair, and looked at Sam. He put his hand on her knee and gently rubbed it. “You tell it.” “Okay.” She set the pile of cards down, and leaned back into her chair.

Helen was just your average Latter-day Saint woman. A cheap (but cozy) apartment, a job, a calling, … ... and she was single. But when a magic statue she receives from her missionary sister causes her to swap bodies with her unmarried next-door-neighbor Brian, will she be able to fake things long enough to get her body back? And what do they both learn along the way? In this lighthearted novella, issues of manhood, womanhood, romance, and life as a Latter-day Saint are explored.

Chapter I: Henry Higgins Revisited I pushed the gas pedal down. “I see why men love driving. You’re this small clot of flesh and blood. But put this fragile clot inside a chassis of steel, add several hundred horsepower, and you are in business.” Sarah threw her head back. “Meep, meep!” I stole a quick glance at Sarah. She was in her husband’s body, which was slowly winning a pyrrhic victory against prostate cancer. She looked haggard in the borrowed flesh. But beneath the emaciation, there was a glow of joy. Maybe it was her smile. “You know, being in our husband’s body is ...

Brian and Helen are at it again. This time, after a family home evening lesson on the priesthood gets Helen thinking, she and her sister Sarah decide to crash a stake priesthood meeting in their husband’s bodies. With madcap hi-jinks, and probing doctrinal questions and answers, this book with both reaffirm faith, give you a laugh, and help understand the nature of men, women, and the priesthood.

Whenever your time machine begins to smell like this, you know you are in trouble. The readouts went blank, then dimly flickered several times. He ran a diagnostic sweep, but the screen merely flashed blue. Hours in the time machine simualtor made his movement instinctive, but no amount of training would reboot the computer in time. Or save him from the malfunctioning time machine. He wiped his brow, and began muttering to himself. Saint Eligius, protect me!

As we walked, I leaned up to Karen. I swallowed, and then hissed, “What's our Plan B?” “We've had so many setbacks,” she sighed, “I think we've run out letters.” “So … Plan triple-Z minus?” I cocked an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes, “That's about the size of it.” All hell was freezing over ... Or so it seemed to Ingvar Ritland, minor mage of electricity. The wizard coven had assigned him to San Francisco to quash the uprising in snow monsters. If that wasn't enough, during his fight, he was mysteriously changed into a woman. And not just any woman, but the bane of the ...