As his wife Sarah lies dying, John makes a deal with a demon for a desperate chance to save her! Transported to their childhood, John gets a single day to prevent the tragedy that led to Sarah’s present-day doom, all while trying to convince her that he really is who he says! * An original graphic novel from the Last of Us creative director!

Divorced, Sarah Grant regrets accepting Brian Evans, a New York actor turned playwright, into her home to rent a room for the summer. Sarah has proven to herself and her therapist that she can find a job, working in the city’s library, and live alone. Now she has him around. The town starts gossiping about an affair. Can either one forgive their pasts—Sarah, a failed marriage; Brian, the death of his son—and take a second chance on a lasting relationship and on love?

The four of them died untimely deaths - and so were rejected at either ends: Heaven did not want them. Hell could not keep them So the sent them back with an indictment of humanity... Sarah felt little Jo’s body grew tense, and she instinctively looked towards the door. It was only a faint, scatting sound, but recognizable. Footsteps were approaching. She was not expecting anyone. She had not turned a trick in weeks, not since Jerry died. She really was not interested in being with anyone for a spell, if ever again. Jerry’s death still hurts. It was not that Jerry was kind to her, or even considerate, but he was the closest thing she had as family. Of course, he wasn’t family; in fact, he was her pimp and only protector. The number of scars resulting from his years of physical abuse would have eliminated him from her will, if she had anything to will. But Jerry was Jerry, and that was all he could ever be... Sarah listened closely as the steps softly approached. Maybe someone was going to one of the other apartments on the floor. She knew it was not the wayward caretaker. No, he would walk boldly and banged on the door as if he had rights. Sarah waited curiously as the footsteps lightly padded along the bare floors. The steps were hesitant, but obviously belonging to someone with above average weight. From the way the sound followed the footsteps, Sarah was sure the walker was a man, and big one at that. Certainly, not the skinny caretaker. The floor creaked as the person moved forward. As the sound drew near her door it stopped. The air carried an atmosphere of imminent danger.

Victoria Forsham wants nothing more than to forget the humiliation of being jilted at the altar. Joining a dating show in Wildwood Falls, Montana seems like a perfect solution. Owen Walker lands the gig of his career when he agrees to be the tour guide for a Montana dating show. Pretty girls and easy money. How hard could that be? Turns out, the dating show is for single men and there is only one gorgeous girl, who is off limits because she is the one choosing a fiancé at the end of the week. Will his eternally single status be in jeopardy? Can Victoria move past her hurt to risk a second chance at love?

Sarah Mitchell never imagined her first love, Jack Thornton, would come crashing back into her life—especially as a powerful billionaire. Now a single mother, Sarah is torn between her responsibilities and the unresolved feelings that resurface when Jack reappears. But there’s one secret she’s never told him: their eight-year-old daughter. As their worlds collide once more, Sarah is forced to confront the heartache of their past while struggling to trust the man who broke her heart. With undeniable chemistry and the weight of old wounds between them, Sarah and Jack must navigate forgiveness, passion, and the challenges of family as they rekindle the love that never truly died. Perfect for fans of Sylvia Day and J.S. Scott, The Second Chance is an emotional rollercoaster of second chances, sizzling romance, and the fight for true love.

Sarah Bartlett was an Academy Award-nominated film star, an Emmy-nominated television actress and a Tony-nominated stage performer. She was also awarded her very own Varsity Jacket by the former director of the US Department of Music’s Federal Hip Hop Administration. Appearing in over 20 films (including Hearts of Sorrow, Hearts of Celery; Perkwit’s Secret Bramboráky (the fourth installment of the Blurg movies); and Shadow of the Fish), she also starred on stage in such shows as Howling at the Moon: The Dog Musical; Billiard Balls of Death; and Dreadful About Those Shock Treatments, Eh? The woman was also an accomplished musician who performed guitar and baglama not only with her own group (Zooey’s Lampshade) but also with the Hattiesburg Symphony Orchestra and Industrial Pole Bean Outlet; with the Palm Frond and Banana Spider Symphony Orchestra; and with the ’56 Elvis Quintet at the Memphis in November: From Too Cool to Too Cold Music, Art and Law Practice Festival). There were other sides to Sarah, sides that she preferred people not know much about, sides involving Queen Victoria costumes, drinking way too many sodas at one sitting, and that whole ceramic curry serving bowl (from 2400 BCE) incident, which she knew would greatly upset anthropologists all over the world. Here, for the first time, is the entire story of Sarah Bartlett’s life, including her children, her husband, her boyfriend, her shoes, her Toyota Cadberry, and her dreams (some of them involving picture frames made of cheese; some of them involving the Poky Little Puppy; some of them involving Gloria Swanson wearing a miniskirt, a pair of orange flip-flops and a T-shirt with a picture of Andy Warhol and the phrase “Hey, look, I’m a can of soup” on it; some of them involving cats with lobster claws for legs; and some of them involving copious amounts of Ranch Dressing). The book also includes over 150 illustrations, and some of them actually make sense. If you’re looking for a book that offers the best ratio of cost per laugh, look no further. Further? Farther? Wait, let’s think this through. Uhh, farther has an a in it, and measure has an a in it, so farther relates to distance. So, yeah, further is the right adjective to use. The Seattle Drainpipe Gazette says, “Rigatoni is to books as cat hair is to dogs.” The Farmington Inquirer calls Rigatoni “unobtrusive,” “mildly trapezoidal,” and “looks great under some flowerpots.” And the Tucson Rock Trader says, “If we crowdfund, we can raise enough money to get this author the serious help he so obviously needs. This isn’t a cry for help, this is a sustained scream through a set of Peavey Dark Matter DM 118 Powered PA Subwoofer Speakers.”