Men may have their little black book of cocktails - but now women have one just for them, in feminine pink, fashionably designed, and with a lovely textured cover embossed with red foil. What better way for busy girls to entertain than by using this fabulous little gem to help spark up their marvelous social lives... along with setting the right mood for that little hottie that is coming over? Inside, gals will find witty quotes and words of wisdom as well as fabulous drinks from Cosmos to Appletinis to other fun and exciting and easy to make shots, drinks, and cocktails. Best-selling girlfriend expert Jennifer Worick, co-author of The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook: Dating & Sex, provide an entertaining introduction.

Men may have their little black book—but now women have one just for them, in feminine pink, fashionably designed, and with a lovely textured cover embossed with red foil. What better way for busy girls to keep track of their marvelous social lives…along with those blind dates gone bad? Inside, gals will find witty quotes and words of wisdom divided into five tabbed dating sections: “Romantic,” “Fun,” “Sexy,” “Soulful,” and of course, “Nightmare.” Jot down comments on each guy in the appropriate place, with contact information; ratings for his conversation, dancing, sense of humor, and physical attraction; notes on his strengths or weaknesses, and whether there’s a potential future. Best-selling dating expert Jennifer Worick, co-author of The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook: Dating & Sex, provides an entertaining introduction.

My name is Amber Reynolds. There are three things you should know about me: 1. I’m in a coma. 2. My husband doesn’t love me anymore. 3. Sometimes I lie. Amber wakes up in a hospital. She can’t move. She can’t speak. She can’t open her eyes. She can hear everyone around her, but they have no idea. Amber doesn’t remember what happened, but she has a suspicion her husband had something to do with it. Alternating between her paralyzed present, the week before her accident, and a series of childhood diaries from twenty years ago, this brilliant psychological thriller asks: Is something really a lie if you believe it's the truth?

The global fiction sensation—published in 32 countries around the world—that follows 96-year-old Doris, who writes down the memories of her eventful life as she pages through her decades-old address book. But the most profound moment of her life is still to come... Meet Doris, a 96-year-old woman living alone in her Stockholm apartment. She has few visitors, but her weekly Skype calls with Jenny—her American grandniece, and her only relative—give her great joy and remind her of her own youth. When Doris was a girl, she was given an address book by her father, and ever since she has carefully documented everyone she met and loved throughout the years. Looking through the little book now, Doris sees the many crossed-out names of people long gone and is struck by the urge to put pen to paper. In writing down the stories of her colorful past—working as a maid in Sweden, modelling in Paris during the '30s, fleeing to Manhattan at the dawn of the Second World War—can she help Jenny, haunted by a difficult childhood, unlock the secrets of their family and finally look to the future? And whatever became of Allan, the love of Doris’s life? A charming novel that prompts reflection on the stories we all should carry to the next generation, and the surprises in life that can await even the oldest among us, The Red Address Book introduces Sofia Lundberg as a wise—and irresistible—storyteller. “Written with love, told with joy. Very easy to enjoy.”—Fredrik Backman, author of A Man Called Ove

This is book 2 of The Bad Girl Wears Pink. If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way... It's pretty simple: 1) Don't get caught 2) Always have a Plan B 3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life! Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny its existence, some hide it, and others well... rule the world with it. In the book being BAD, there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination... Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you. Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boy’s house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff. Number three: You aren't bad until quite frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy. "I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face. I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists and fighting the urge to punch him in the face. "So...?" He says after a couple of seconds of silence. "So what?" "So what do you think...Tinker Bell?" He says emphasizing the stupid name. His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite. I smirked, "Then find me one." Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off. "I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into licorice,” he scoffs. "Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play."