On assignment in Vienna, photographer Ian Jarrett falls desperately in love with a woman he meets by chance, Marian Esguard. Back in England, he breaks up with his wife and goes to meet Marian at an agreed rendezvous. Marian fails to show. Searching desperately for her, he stumbles on a Dorset churchyard full of the gravestones of dead Esguards.

From Newbery Honor–winning author Kathryn Lasky comes a nonfiction picture book about the stars! Lasky tells the inspiring true story of astronomer Williamina Fleming, who helped lay the foundations for modern astronomy and overcame impossible odds as an immigrant and a woman. For stargazers and trailblazers everywhere. Jane Addams 2022 Children’s Book Award Finalist “Both an intriguing introduction to astronomy and an involving tale of a strong woman who overcame adversity.” —Kirkus Reviews “A compelling story and a fine addition to STEM studies.” —School Library Journal “This picture book biography illuminates how [Williamina’s] work chipped away at sexist barriers of the late 19th century.” —Publishers Weekly Ever since Williamina Fleming was little she was curious, and her childhood fascination with light inspired her life’s work. Mina became an astronomer in a time when women were discouraged from even looking through telescopes. Yet Mina believed that the universe, with its billions of stars, was a riddle—and she wanted to help solve it. Mina ultimately helped to create a map of the universe that paved the way for astronomers. Newbery Honor–winning Kathryn Lasky shares her incredible true story. Use this book to encourage conversation at home and the classroom about women and STEM. This is a captivating picture book that centers around women and empowerment, perfect for Women's History Month and to be shared alongside such powerful titles as Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly and She Persisted by Chelsea Clinton. Kathryn Lasky’s nonfiction book Sugaring Time was a Newbery Honor Book, and the books she authored in the Dear America and Royal Diaries series have sold over 3 million copies. Julianna Swaney is the illustrator of the #1 New York Times bestselling We Are the Gardeners by Joanna Gaines.

The bestselling author and creator of the hit Netflix drama The Stranger delivers a twisted #1 New York Times bestseller about a man who—with the best of intentions—opens the wrong door... Reporter Wendy Tynes is making a name for herself, bringing down sexual offenders on nationally televised sting operations. But when social worker Dan Mercer walks into her trap, Wendy gets thrown into a story more complicated than she could ever imagine. Dan is tied to the disappearance of a seventeen-year-old New Jersey girl, and the shocking consequences will have Wendy doubting her instincts about the motives of the people around her, while confronting the true nature of guilt, grief, and her own capacity for forgiveness...

Book 1 of 3- A contemporary fiction novel that touches on many different genres- fantasy, suspense, historical and more. Great for YA/Adult readers. This book is filled with thought provoking imagery that will change your view of people in your life. Books 2 & 3 to be released soon. If you had the ability to change someone's fate would you? Excerpt: Vivid dreams plagued me throughout the night; I could only vaguely remember the earlier ones, but the last nightmare had woken me abruptly this morning leaving me gasping for air. It had started simply enough, I was walking through a long meadow, my hands outstretched, brushing the waist high grass. The sun was warm on my face. It was summertime, and I wore a thin blue cotton dress adorned with tiny white flowers, wide straps across my shoulders, the material tickling my calves. My hair was long and caught in a warm breeze, the chocolate brown tendrils spinning like a kite tail behind me. Gabriel materialized in the field, his blue eyes matching the bright sky. His smile was mesmerizing, his skin glowing. It was a radiant shine that brightened the day even more. He wore brown pants and a plain white cotton shirt with no collar that was open at the throat as if the clothes were from a different time. When I noticed him, his hands reached for me. I started towards his direction, slowly at first and then picking up speed. The grass swished around me, and it was soft under my bare feet. The faster I went the further away he was. He encouraged me, "Run, Jenna." I smiled and tried to sprint. My foot became tangled in the grass, and I spilled forward, twisting, and the meadow cushioned my fall. He was beside me in an instant, catching my head before it hit the earth. His right hand grabbed mine, clutching it to his chest in a tender embrace. Gabriel's face was over the top of mine, a concerned worry pulling his mouth into a frown. I dissolved into a fit of giggles, and he laughed with me. He stared at me with such a longing; I shivered even now. Gabriel's expression became serious, and before I could question him, he kissed me. I relished his warm lips as they push against mine, capturing the moment like a photograph in my head. He pressed harder and then pulled away quickly. When I opened my eyes his gaze was still upon me, but his features were now dark, and his crystal irises clouded with worry. He whispered, "Run, Jenna." Suddenly I found the pasture empty; Gabriel was nowhere in sight and in my hand there was a strange coin. Frightened, I tried to shout for him, but I couldn't form any words. The green grass suddenly faded to grey and then to bare dirt. Surveying my surroundings, I was shocked to find that I was in the middle of a cemetery with tombstones sticking at awkward angles out of the ground. A scream froze in my throat as I stumbled to my feet. My dress was dirty, and my feet caked with soil. I stumbled along, angry raindrops falling from a threatening sky. The field was filled with hundreds of memorials, and I ran, weaving between them, careful not to touch a single granite stone. Ahead of me was a large tree, thick and black, ominous. Under it, I could barely make out a figure in the pouring rain. As I got closer, I swore it was my father's stature, facing away from me. I moved towards it, trying to make it to safety as lightning cracked overhead. Mud flung from my feet, leaving spotted dots on my dress but I didn't care. My slick, dirty hand grasped the token, my hair now soaked. I came to stop outside of the perimeter of the tree, a distinct line between wet and dry, like a waterfall with shelter behind it. I stood trembling, the rain coming down in sheets, the body just out of reach. I took a breath and reached through the water curtain touching the person's arm. As they turned, I gasped...