Maya Cities

What If Everything You Thought You Knew About the Maya Was Wrong? They did not vanish. They did not mysteriously disappear. And the jungle did not swallow them because the gods were angry. The real story is far more gripping and far more urgent. You have heard the legend: a brilliant civilization of astronomers and pyramid-builders, lost to the rainforest under mysterious circumstances. But what if that legend is a comfortable simplification of a much darker and more fascinating truth? What if the Maya collapse was not a sudden apocalypse, but a slow unraveling driven by forces that sound ...

How can a girl with no memory hope to survive being hunted in a strange city full of monsters? Masked people are hunting her, demanding a key, and Maya doesn't know anything about it. Even as she ends up living with five monster guys, she doesn't know who to trust. She barely knows her own name. But once Maya discovers her true nature and her powers, what might she do for the sake of the monsters who love her?

AN EXPEDITION DISAPPEARS WHILE SEARCHING FOR A FORGOTTEN MAYAN CITY. A TREASURE TROVE OF GOLD AND MANUSCRIPTS LIES HIDDEN FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS IN THE RAIN FORESTS OF GUATEMALA. POWERFUL MEN WILL DO ANYTHING FOR A PRICELESS COLLECTION OF MAYAN RELICS. Former Dallas stockbroker and owner of a New York gallery specializing in artifacts and relics, Brian Sadler continues the adventures that began in the award-winning book The Bethlehem Scroll. The wealthy antiquities dealer and amateur archaeologist asks his companion Nicole Farber, a beautiful criminal lawyer from Dallas, to join him in ...

He trains wild horses. I didn't realize I was next. My grandmother left me a horse I can't ride and a grief I can't shake. Braveheart is wild, stubborn, and only responds to one man--a quiet horse trainer with patient hands and eyes that see too much. Ezra Vance doesn't push. He just says, "We'll go slow," and teaches me to breathe, to trust, to stop being afraid. His calm voice steadies the horse. His steady presence undoes me. I came to Silver Spur planning to sell the mare and run. But somewhere between the riding lessons and the sunset conversations, I realize he hasn't just been ...

The Maya did not vanish. Their cities did. Around 750 CE, the Classic Maya world was at its height. Tikal, Calakmul, Palenque, Copán, and Caracol commanded populations in the tens of thousands. Divine kings tracked the planets with an accuracy Europe would not match for seven centuries, waged dynastic wars across the jungle, and raised limestone pyramids that still rise above the canopy today. Within 150 years, almost all of it was gone. The courts emptied. The inscriptions stopped. The rainforest moved back in. This is the story of how that happened — and why eight million Maya people ...

Mesoamerican History — Ancient Civilizations — Maya History — Aztec History — Pre-Columbian America — Archaeology and Lost Cities — Mythology and Sacred Knowledge — Indigenous Heritage Step into the worlds of the Maya and the Aztecs without confusion, exaggeration, or dry academic language. Maya and Aztec Civilization Unveiled is a complete 4-book journey through two of the most fascinating civilizations of the ancient Americas. From the rise of sacred cities and powerful rulers to calendars, gods, rituals, conquest, survival, and rediscovery, this box set guides readers ...

'Vaseem Khan writes with charm and wit, and an eye for detail that transports the reader entirely. I couldn't love this series more' CHRIS WHITAKER 'Historical fiction at its finest' MAIL ON SUNDAY From the award-winning author of MIDNIGHT AT MALABAR HOUSE and THE LOST MAN OF BOMBAY comes a...

I came to his ranch to escape my life. He's decided I'm never leaving. Burned out and desperate for peace, I rent a cabin on a Montana cattle ranch. I'm not looking for anything but silence and sleep. I'm definitely not looking for the gruff, silver-templed rancher who keeps showing up at my door with firewood I didn't ask for and that intense look in his eyes. Colton Slade hasn't let anyone close in five years. But when a storm kills my power, he carries me to his house like I weigh nothing and tells me I'm staying. Not asks. Tells. He's grumpy. Possessive. Looks at my curves like I'm the ...

Travel back to a thousand years before the Aztecs, when volcanos obliterated cities, impelling the survivors to find a place of safety. These survivors built the largest city in the Americas and one of the world’s top seven megacities. They erected the highest pyramid in Mexico and apartment compounds for 125,000 people. Teotihuacan stood out as Mesoamerica’s leading metropolis from the third to sixth century CE. Its multi-ethnic population developed coast-to-coast trade, extending south to Central America.

Five cowboys. Five women who weren't looking for love. One ranch where it all begins. Welcome to Silver Spur Ranch, where the men work hard, love harder, and don't let go once they've claimed what's theirs. These men weren't looking for love. But when five curvy women arrive at Silver Spur, everything changes. Because cowboys don't ask. They claim. This collection includes five steamy instalove romances with possessive cowboys, curvy heroines, and guaranteed happily-ever-afters. No cliffhangers, no cheating, just big men with bigger hearts finding the women they'll love forever. Tropes: ...

Shatter the myths of ancient civilizations and explore the monumental ruins of Mesoamerica's legendary lost cities. Turn your daily commute into an atmospheric expedition through dense rainforests where towering pyramids still touch the sky. This immersive historical journey clears away popular...

When wildlife photographer Marlowe witnesses illegal poaching in Montana's backcountry, she doesn't expect to be rescued by six feet of brooding, protective park ranger. Cole Morrison is 36 to her 26, with gentle hands and an intensity that makes her breath catch every time he growls "mine." "You're under my protection now," he declares when armed poachers force them to shelter together at his remote station. "I don't lose anyone in my territory, especially not you." Marlowe came to Thunder Creek for portfolio shots. She never expected to find her future with a mountain man who sees her ...

The greatest city in the ancient Americas kept one secret better than any other: who ran it. Around the year 400, a planned metropolis of perhaps 125,000 people stood in the highlands northeast of modern Mexico City — bigger than Rome's rivals, gridded like a modern capital, dominated by pyramids on a scale nothing in Europe could match. Its obsidian moved across Mesoamerica. Its warriors toppled a royal dynasty seven hundred miles away. And yet we do not know what its people called it, what language they spoke, or the name of a single ruler. Even “Teotihuacan” is borrowed — the ...

He called my bakery a waste of a storefront. He's on his fourth cinnamon roll this week. Briggs Winslow is rude, silver-haired, fourteen years older than me, and allergic to joy. He told me the town doesn't need a fancy cake shop. Too loud. Too new. Too much. His words. But he keeps showing up. Pretending he's there for coffee. Watching me through the window when he thinks I can't see. Walking me to my car after closing like it's his job to keep me safe, even though he won't admit he cares. The possessive way he looks at me when another man lingers at my counter tells me everything his ...

Woe betide those who do not respect the ancient gods... A group of archaeologists excavating an uncharted Maya cenote in Yucatán fights for their lives when a bloodthirsty monster mauls the expedition overnight. The retrieval from the bottom of an uncharted Maya cenote of a gold bead shaped like a frog sends world-renowned museographer Robert Garvin into a frenzy for original Maya art to display in his museums, pursuant to an agreement with the Mexican government for a share of the profits. In no time, expedition manager Harold Ross cobbles together, on Garvin’s behalf, an archaeological...

I ordered a new life. I didn’t expect it to come with a beard and an attitude. The listing said “mountain homestead, strong partner needed.” It didn’t mention the outhouse, the lack of Wi-Fi, or the six-foot-three wall of flannel and silence. Caleb Rourke doesn’t talk. Doesn’t smile. Doesn’t seem to want a wife at all, despite what he told the matchmaker. Fine. I didn’t come to Blackstone Ridge to be wanted. I came because I’d burned my old life to the ground, and this was the only door still open. But I don’t quit. Not when the mornings are freezing. Not when he watches...

In this explosive detective thriller, a 1930s vigilante finds himself in the late twenty-first-century where he teams up with a mysterious teenager, whose looming secrets may impact both of their futures. Only two people know that 1930s society man Lamont Cranston has a secret identity as the...

I don't know the sound of his voice, but I know the sound of his axe at 5 AM. I came to Maple Creek to disappear. The lumberjack next door didn't get the memo. Shepherd Thornton doesn't talk. Doesn't wave. Doesn't do people. But he's been leaving firewood at my door every morning, and he watches me from his porch like he's trying to decide whether I'm a problem or a prayer. He's six-foot-five of flannel and solitude. I'm a mess with a camera and no plan. We're a terrible idea. But the mountain man keeps showing up. And I'm running out of reasons not to let him. Tropes: Lumberjack Hero • ...

When my BMW skids up a gravel mountain road, I don’t expect to end the day stranded in a storm and falling hard for the man I came to destroy. As a high-powered environmental lawyer, I’m used to wielding cease-and-desist orders like weapons. This trip to Colorado was supposed to be quick and bloodless: serve papers to Cruz Construction, shut them down, and catch my flight back to the city. Then I meet Dane Cruz. Six-foot-four of raw muscle, golden skin, and work-roughened hands that know how to build more than just homes. He’s supposed to be the villain in my legal brief, but he sees ...

I got lost in the mountains. He found me. One wrong turn. That's all it took. Now my car is buried in snow, my phone is dead, and the only shelter for miles belongs to a growling giant who looks at me like I'm the first woman he's seen in years. Boone Callahan doesn't do company. Doesn't do conversation. Doesn't do soft. But when he carries me through the blizzard and locks us inside his cabin, something shifts. His hands are rough. His voice is gruff. And the way he watches me peel off my wet clothes makes me forget I'm supposed to be scared. Three days until the roads clear. One bed. And ...