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Living in LA and dating celebrities wasn't what it was cracked up to be. I found out the hard way many had a lifestyle I wanted no part of. Then David Taylor forced his way into my life. A sledge hammer breaking down my well crafted walls. He was gorgeous and sexy and intimidating. I was drawn to him in a way I had never been to anyone or anything. And I knew I couldn't have him, I was too damaged, too flawed to really connect. David saw what I was from the beginning. A broken scared girl locked away inside an aloof woman. And he was determined to free me. To make me his.
When our two damaged souls came together, something explosive happened. Something uncontrollable. Something undeniable.Our love was intense, irrational, possessive and consuming. We didn't live or love by society's rules. We made our own, living in our own world. Slaves to our needs. We were so wrapped up in each other, so blinded by lust, love and obsession, we couldn't see the struggles ahead. Can we fight to stay together... or will we tear each other apart?
Research and publications on the potato crop have burgeoned since the first edition of this book was published in 1978. However, the warm reception of the first edition suggested that it had a useful part to play in promoting the scientific basis for understanding and improving the yield and quality of the crop. Since the first edition was out of print and a second reprint would not have taken into account the contributions made by research over the intervening years, it became obvious that a complete revision was necessary. There was, in particular, a need to take account of the rapid extension of interest in the crop into climates and farming systems with which it has not been traditionall...
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He was gorgeous, older, and had the worst reputation in all of England. The way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine. Our first meeting was at a wedding, where he followed me outside and kissed me. Our second meeting ended in a huge fight with me kicking him out. Our third meeting, I went on a double, blind date. You can imagine my surprise when I saw familiar blue eyes across the table opposite my friend. Oh….no…. He was sarcastic and witty and damn, If he wasn’t the sexiest bastard I ever laid eyes on. Then he sent me an email listing thirty reasons why I should go on a date with him. I was expecting a suave and intelligent list. Curious, I read on. Reason 1 – I have white teeth. Reason 2 – I love my grandma. Reason 3 – I have a size 13 shoe – you do the math. The man’s a fool, his list was some of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever read. And the funniest. We laughed hard…and loved harder. You can outrun everything……except your past. And his has caught up. Wild handsome players don’t fall for innocent girls like me, Or do they?
In 2015 Sheryl Sandberg’s husband, Dave Goldberg, died suddenly at the age of forty-eight. Sandberg and her two young children were devastated, and she was certain that their lives would never have real joy or meaning again. Just weeks later, Sandberg was talking with a friend about the first father-child activity without a father. They came up with a plan for someone to fill in. “But I want Dave,” she cried. Her friend put his arm around her and said, “Option A is not available. So let’s just kick the shit out of Option B.” Everyone experiences some form of Option B. We all deal with loss: jobs lost, loves lost, lives lost. The question is not whether these things will happen bu...