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Drive
Music . . . the heart's greatest librarian. The average song is three and a half minutes long; those three and a half minutes could lead to a slow blink, a glimpse of the past, or catapult the soul into heart-shattering nostalgia. At the height of my career, I had the life I wanted, the life I'd always envisioned. I'd found my tempo, my rhythm. Then I received a phone call that left me off key. You see, my favorite songs had a way of playing simultaneously. I was in love with one man's beats and another's lyrics. But when it came to the soundtrack of a life, how could anyone choose a favorite song? So, to erase any doubt, I ditched my first-class ticket and decided to take a drive, fixed on the rearview. Two days. One playlist. And the long road home to the man who was waiting for me.
The Plight Before Christmas
From the international best-selling author of Drive and The Ravenhood Trilogy comes a heartwarming holiday romance with all of the feels. Now an AMAZON Top #10 Best Seller! A #1 Best Seller Holiday Romance A #1 Best Seller in Holiday Fiction A #1 Best Seller in Inspirational Romance A #1 Best Seller in Romantic Comedy Clark Griswold was onto something, at least with his annual holiday meltdown. And since the last three weeks of my life have been riddled with humbug--another breakup, a broken toe, an office promotion I deserved and didn't get--I'm not at all in the mood to celebrate nor have the happ, happ, happiest Christmas EVER. When Mom insisted that we all gather at my Grandparent's anci...
The Guy on the Right
Strike One-My mother named me Theodore after her favorite chipmunk.Not cool, Mom.I've spent most of my life answering to Teddy, because I couldn't make Theo work.Except for here. College. The place where all bets are off, and I've managed to redeem myself.There's only one problem, my new roommate, Troy, is football royalty and looks like he stepped off the set of an Abercrombie shoot.Doesn't matter, I cook a mean breakfast for his panty parade, and we get along well.And anyway, this year I got the girl. And she's perfect.That's right. Theodore Houseman, former band geek, now marching band rock star has finally landed the girl of his dreams.Everything is perfect.That is, until Troy takes a good look at her.I'm not going down without a fight. As a matter of fact, I'm not going down at all. As glorious as these days may be for my all-star roommate, Laney is my end game. I may not know much about play strategy, but I've been the good guy my whole life. I've been listening and I know exactly what women want. Framed in a picture standing next to me, Troy may seem like Mr. Perfect, but he's underestimating the guy on the right.Spoiler alert: In this story, the underdog is going to win.
Method
Hollywood is a temptress, a trickster, a soul-stealing devil. I married an A-list player, knowing I come second place to his craft. But Lucas and I are a golden couple, a modern-day fairy tale. I've never doubted what we built...until the sudden death of Lucas's best friend has scandal rocking the Hills and shaking the foundation of our relationship. I chose Lucas as my safe haven...he chose the role of a lifetime.For the next three months, I'll share my nights with a stranger, watching as he buries his pain, immersed in his role and living as someone else. We've done this before. I tell myself it's just another movie, and he'll return to me.I should've known this time would be different.To get my husband back, I'll need the strength of ten men. As it turns out, I'll have to go through two.
Our Children and Other Animals
Focusing on the socialization of the human use of other animals as resources in contemporary Western society, this book explores the cultural reproduction of human-nonhuman animal relations in childhood. With close attention to the dominant practices through which children encounter animals and mainstream representations of animals in children's culture - whether in terms of the selective exposure of children to animals as ‘pets’ or as food in the home or in school, or the representation of animals in mass media and social media - Our Children and Other Animals reveals the interconnectedness of studies of childhood, culture and human-animal relations. In doing so it establishes the impor...
Someone Else's Ocean
The first time I met Ian Kemp in the sparkling blue waters of St. Thomas, I was six years old and we shared a summer beneath the stars. The second time I met Ian Kemp, he was a shell of the boy I once knew. Turbulent and infuriating, he refused my friendship at every turn. Like me, he was a casualty of life's cruelty, but we were planets apart. We'd both sought refuge on the island, hoping to find our anchor. Instead, we found each other and managed to reclaim our stars...until we both got swept away.
A Well-Read Woman
"Growing up under Fascist censorship in Nazi Germany, Ruth Rappaport absorbed a forbidden community of ideas in banned books. After fleeing her home in Leipzig at fifteen and losing both parents to the Holocaust, Ruth drifted between vocations, relationships, and countries, searching for belonging and purpose. When she found her calling in librarianship, Ruth became not only a witness to history but an agent for change as well"--]cProvided by publisher.
The Heart
Jack For the last ten years, I've roamed the globe, captivated by the world around me. I've seen the seven wonders and admired sunsets from every continent. I'd lived and loved and that was enough for me. It would have to be. I was content, satisfied with my collection of experiences . . . until a phone call led me down a road less traveled. If I'd known my fascination would pique and be forever quenched only a few hundred miles from where my curiosity had been born, I may have never set sail. Rose Stripped of the future I'd planned with the love of my life, my family and my career were now all that mattered. I'd lived and loved and that was enough. It would have to be. I struggled to move forward, to discard the part of me that held out hope for my obliterated heart. But I was bred a romantic, so it was easier said than done. The chances of being struck by lightning are 1 in 960,000. The odds of being struck twice are 1 in 9 million. I risked those odds every minute, often cursing the dark sky, praying for static and a rumble of thunder, but it never came. No, that second bolt hit me on a clear day.
Sexual Awakenings
MadHatter: Why so blue Alice?Blue_Alice: I want to explore a part of me I've kept hidden.MadHatter: Why?Blue_Alice: Because I don't have anything to lose.MadHatter: That's dangerous.VioletAfter sacrificing years of my life on a cheating husband, I'd had enough. I set out to quench a thirst I had ignored for years. I gave myself one year to explore my sexuality-to delve into my deepest, darkest desires. With nothing to lose and everything to gain, I would have my sexual revolution. I would have my...awakening.Diving into the world of both pleasure and pain, I was sure with Rhys I had found what I'd been missing...until he took it away._________RhysI was on my way out of the life when she came barging in with her new appetite and unrealistic expectations of what a Dom should be. All I had left to do to break free was sell the club and walk away. Now I found I had something to walk toward. And for the first time in my life, I hoped I'd be enough for a woman.Caring for a woman was easy for me. I had always cared for different women for different reasons. Loving a woman had always been quite a bit harder.Doms don't have to say I love you.
Never Me
I was a thief of men...a whore. Not the conventional type that got paid for sex. I was the girl you talked about in your sad inner circle. The girl you shielded your boyfriend from as you cleverly covered him with your body when I came near. I was a threat to you. Keeping him safe in your grasp was smart. One week...one incredible week was all it took to forever change me. I was NEVER going to be you ... until I met HIM.
