Oopsy Daisy View From Above Stretched Canvas Wall Art by Marisa Haedike, 12 by 12-Inch

• No framing required
• Wipes clean with damp cloth
• Giclee on canvas
• Sawtooth makes it easy to hang
• Made in the Unites States

Unlike the countless books that try to explain what went wrong in Africa, Africa The Good News looks at what is going right. It gives voice to Africans and (non-Africans) who have a different story to tell to the commonplace one of hopelessness: it tells the tale of the African dream becoming the reality. It explains why a growing number of investors, journalists, and academics are starting to look at Africa differently and describe the continent as one of growth and opportunity and not just of diseases and despair. At the same time, it does not shy away from what still needs to happen for the 21st century to indeed be Africa's. The book explains where Africa is today economically, socially, and politically, where it is planning to go,! and its position in a global world. It looks at the business opportunities, challenges, and success stories on the continent, the continent s natural wealth and the potential of this wealth to bring prosperity to its people. Importantly, it investigates what is being done and what needs to be done to address the continent s many challenges from leadership to poverty, and the need to rebrand Africa. It will describe Africa as you have never seen it before...Our stretched canvas wall art reproductions are created in Oopsy daisy's San Diego studios where we print in the best digital method currently available, achieving great clarity and color resolution in each piece. After printing, the canvas is stretched by hand over a wood frame. The sides of the canvas include a decorative edge, so no framing is required. Our canvases may be wiped clean with a soft, dry or slightly damp cloth. Each piece ships with artist biography information on the back.

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Darice Sable and Camel Art Brush Set

• 4-Piece hobby, art or craft brush set
• 3 brushes of red sable, larger brush of camel hair
• Suitable for oils, acrylics, watercolors and more
• Brush care instructions on reverse side of package
• Not a toy, use only under adult supervision

Tate is overjoyed when a scrawny mutt turns up in the yard one day. She even persuades Mam and Pap to let her keep Sable, named for her dark, silky fur. But before long, the dog begins to cause trouble with the neighbors and Mam and Pap decide the dog must go. But Tate doesn't give up easily . . . and neither does Sable.

The original stories of Mike Grell's Jon Sable are re-presented in Omnibus format for a whole generation of new readers! Follow Sable as his for-hire exploits take him from New York City to the plains of Africa as his nose for intrigue, espionage, and beautiful females entertains.Secret agent K! izzie Baldwin has a mission with a simple objective: Steal a formula while attending the festivities on the villainous Xander Duquesne's luxury yacht. There's just one problemâ€"she has no idea it's a BDSM party.
Dom and criminal mastermind Xander is a man who likes to be prepared. But the unexpected run-in with Kizzie throws him for a loop. Will he give her what she came for, or a little something extra?

*1st appeared in the Summer Heat Anthology. Visit my website to get both FREE!
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Excerpt: “Why isn’t someone stopping this?” Kizzie hadn’t meant to speak, but something needed to be done. She took a step forward when Xander stopped her with an arm around her middle, holding her firm.

“Ah-ah-ahhh. You know the rules, don’t you, Princess? Never interrupt a scene.”

The man tugged on a clothespin, stretching the connected nipple and bringing a barrage of cries from his playmate.

“He’s hurting her,” Kizzie said! through clenched teeth. Intel suggested Xander had a sadistic! streak, but this was barbaric!

“Safe, sane, and consensual. A Master would never do anything not agreed upon with his submissive,” he assured. “And if he did, it’s my place to step in, not yours.”

Well, step in already, dammit! The woman screeched and Kizzie cringed, unable to comprehend why someone would want to do this. A slap on the butt in the middle of sex was one thing, but this? This was too much…wasn’t it?

Years ago when she was just a green agent, Kizzie was in her kitchen deciding on dinner when the guy she’d been dating smacked her on the ass hard enough to make her eyes tear. Without thought she lifted her heel and connected with his groin and then flipped him over her shoulder, landing him flat on his back. He was straddled and his neck pinned to the ground by her forearm two seconds after. The terrified confusion blanketing his face was the only thing that made Kizzie back off. No surprise the relationship ended minutes later, but ! the wetness between her thighs came as a huge shock.

Doomed before it started, that relationship. A love life was a professional hazard for an agent, all the secrets and unexplained disappearances. That’s why Bond kept so many sexy girls handy, she reasoned. Mr. “Martiniâ€"shaken, not stirred” sure as hell didn’t go home to the old ball and chain. Nope, stick and move; bang her and on to the next one. Classic Bond, and Kizzie had long ago determined to follow his lead. With an aptitude to recall miniscule bits of detail, she considered it a gift when she didn’t remember a lover’s name, infrequent as they were.

Satisfied moans brought her attention back to the woman whose expression was almost trancelike in its euphoria.

“That’s a good girl,” the man in the circle cooed. His fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy; juices oozed down her leg. A flick of a latch released her from the pole and she dropped to her hands and knees. He patt! ed her ass. “Who wants some?”

The crowd swarmed her! , hands probing, touching. Her Master stood nearby, orchestrating as people went about stuffing the girl’s every orifice. She deep-throated one guy while a woman shoved a vibrator into her pussy. Others removed the clothespins from her body, lapping at the pinched skin. She jerked with every touch to her hypersensitive flesh.

The stimulation was too much for Kizzie, and damn if the team wasn’t getting it all on tape. How would she ever explain this to Connolly? Still, she didn’t look away.

“Stats,” Solomon warned.

But her adrenaline was pumping for an entirely different reason. Blood thundered in her ears, her vision blurred. Soft whimpers pushed through the fog and it took her a moment to realize she was making the noises.

“You want to go next, Princess?” Xander’s hand splayed possessively over her belly. Body pressed the length of hers, he ground his semi-erect cock against her ass. In a rough whisper he said, “I’d be happy to tie yo! u up and spank you. I think you’re a very naughty girl."Secret agent Kizzie Baldwin has a mission with a simple objective: Steal a formula while attending the festivities on the villainous Xander Duquesne's luxury yacht. There's just one problemâ€"she has no idea it's a BDSM party.
Dom and criminal mastermind Xander is a man who likes to be prepared. But the unexpected run-in with Kizzie throws him for a loop. Will he give her what she came for, or a little something extra?

*1st appeared in the Summer Heat Anthology. Visit my website to get both FREE!
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Excerpt: “Why isn’t someone stopping this?” Kizzie hadn’t meant to speak, but something needed to be done. She took a step forward when Xander stopped her with an arm around her middle, holding her firm.

“Ah-ah-ahhh. You know the rules, don’t you, Princess? Never interrupt a scene.”

The man tugged on a clothespin, stretching the connected nipple and bringing a barrage ! of cries from his playmate.

“He’s hurting her,” K! izzie sa id through clenched teeth. Intel suggested Xander had a sadistic streak, but this was barbaric!

“Safe, sane, and consensual. A Master would never do anything not agreed upon with his submissive,” he assured. “And if he did, it’s my place to step in, not yours.”

Well, step in already, dammit! The woman screeched and Kizzie cringed, unable to comprehend why someone would want to do this. A slap on the butt in the middle of sex was one thing, but this? This was too much…wasn’t it?

Years ago when she was just a green agent, Kizzie was in her kitchen deciding on dinner when the guy she’d been dating smacked her on the ass hard enough to make her eyes tear. Without thought she lifted her heel and connected with his groin and then flipped him over her shoulder, landing him flat on his back. He was straddled and his neck pinned to the ground by her forearm two seconds after. The terrified confusion blanketing his face was the only thing that made! Kizzie back off. No surprise the relationship ended minutes later, but the wetness between her thighs came as a huge shock.

Doomed before it started, that relationship. A love life was a professional hazard for an agent, all the secrets and unexplained disappearances. That’s why Bond kept so many sexy girls handy, she reasoned. Mr. “Martiniâ€"shaken, not stirred” sure as hell didn’t go home to the old ball and chain. Nope, stick and move; bang her and on to the next one. Classic Bond, and Kizzie had long ago determined to follow his lead. With an aptitude to recall miniscule bits of detail, she considered it a gift when she didn’t remember a lover’s name, infrequent as they were.

Satisfied moans brought her attention back to the woman whose expression was almost trancelike in its euphoria.

“That’s a good girl,” the man in the circle cooed. His fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy; juices oozed down her leg. A flick of a latch re! leased her from the pole and she dropped to her hands and knee! s. He pa tted her ass. “Who wants some?”

The crowd swarmed her, hands probing, touching. Her Master stood nearby, orchestrating as people went about stuffing the girl’s every orifice. She deep-throated one guy while a woman shoved a vibrator into her pussy. Others removed the clothespins from her body, lapping at the pinched skin. She jerked with every touch to her hypersensitive flesh.

The stimulation was too much for Kizzie, and damn if the team wasn’t getting it all on tape. How would she ever explain this to Connolly? Still, she didn’t look away.

“Stats,” Solomon warned.

But her adrenaline was pumping for an entirely different reason. Blood thundered in her ears, her vision blurred. Soft whimpers pushed through the fog and it took her a moment to realize she was making the noises.

“You want to go next, Princess?” Xander’s hand splayed possessively over her belly. Body pressed the length of hers, he ground his semi-erect cock ! against her ass. In a rough whisper he said, “I’d be happy to tie you up and spank you. I think you’re a very naughty girl."

Jon Sable had it all, including a lovely wife and family--until poachers took it all away from him, killing those he loved and leaving him for dead.

But only the civilized part of him died, and a savage instinct and hunger for vengeance survived. Now Jon Sable is ready to even the score...and then some.

From the pages of the award-winning Jon Sable, Freelance comic book comes an action-packed novel of the savage that exists within.

You can't do without brushes when you are an artist or crafter. This 4-piece brush set suits most hobby, ceramics or art and craft projects. Brushes paint on any surface and can be used with acrylics, alkyds, oils, poster paints, temperas or watercolors. Fine red sable brushes include 2 rounds, sizes 0 and 5, and a flat in size 10. The flat 5/8 size brush is made of camel hair. Brush ! care instructions on reverse side of package. Not a toy, use o! nly unde r adult supervision.

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