When your first attempt to re-ignite your sex life includes a 911 call… Judy Banger may be 50-something, trapped in a dead-end job, and worried her get-up-'n-go got up and went, but she wasn’t ready to throw in the towel…until her old friend’s “little blue pill epiphany” ended badly. Like harps and angels bad. When the meet-cute of your life includes a black lace bustier, fishnet stockings and a whip named Gerald… Gorgeous, sexy Judge Wilson "Wiley" Canby may project the smoldering angst of every romance hero Judy ever fantasized about. Too bad her timing is as rotten as her luck…unless the nearly retired widower needs help exploring his naughty side. “Tears, laughter, and sensuality hallmark this delightful novel as heroine Judy Banger, in fits and starts, finds unexpected happiness. I also couldn't help but applaud the fabulous judgment of Judge Wiley Canby!” LT review

Holiday party trial-by-fire? Isn’t there a law against that? Newlywed Judy Banger-Canby has a secret: she's no fan of Christmas. Her “Ho-ho-ho” is more “Ho-ho-hum.” Too bad she never had that all-important “holiday” talk with new hubby Wiley "Elf-on-the-Bench" Canby before saying, “I do.” Because when it comes to celebrating Christmas, she’s a definite: “I don’t.” It’s just a party…to prove how much he loves his new wife. Judge Wiley Canby is baffled by Judy’s lukewarm reception of his brilliant idea: throwing a giant Christmas blowout to close one chapter of his life and usher in a new beginning with the woman he loves. He gets that she's never hosted a gala and his friends didn’t exactly roll out the welcome mat for her, but it’s Christmas…the season of good will. What could possibly go wrong? "A fun story, that can give you a new lease on the holidays, just when they can seem overwhelming." ~ PatternDance

An unflinching personal memoir of a mother's journey as she discovers her spirituality and strength while watching her child endure a devastating disease called Epidermolysis Bullosa. Her journey takes her through the twists and turns of the medical world. Told with a raw frankness and candor. The love is unconditional and the stories are uncensored.

Call it a "little blue pill epiphany." She may be 50-something, trapped in a dead-end job and worried her get-up-'n-go got up and went, but Judy Banger isn't ready to throw in the towel. Too bad her first attempt to re-ignite her sex life winds up with a 911 call. And she knows it's absolutely wrong of her to cry on the shoulder of a sexy carpenter with a Mrs. Robinson fixation, but it's not like she's going to meet the man of her dreams any time soon, right? Especially not in a hotel room where her ill-conceived plans to take control of her life flew out the window the minute a sexy young cop showed up...with a second set of handcuffs.Judge Wilson "Wiley" Canby embodies the fire and smoldering angst of every romance hero Judy ever imagined all in one perfect package. Too bad Judy's never considered herself romance heroine material. And to make matters worse, their first meeting involves a black lace bustier, fishnet stockings and a whip named Gerald. Judy's doomed...unless, of course, Wiley's ready to explore his naughty side, too.

The debut of a hot new voice in lesbian erotica. In a world where so many stifle their emotions, what woman doesn't yearn for a little old-fashioned honesty -- even if it means revealing one's own secret desires? Danielle Engle's heroines do just that -- and a great deal more -- in their quest for sexual fulfillment.

Twenty Years of Dish from Flay and Fieri to Deen and DeLaurentiis... Includes a New Afterword! “I don’t want this shown. I want the tapes of this whole series destroyed.”—Martha Stewart “In those days, the main requirement to be on the Food Network was being able to get there by subway.”—Bobby Flay “She seems to suggest that you can make good food easily, in minutes, using Cheez Whiz and chopped-up Pringles and packaged chili mix.”—Anthony Bourdain This is the definitive history of The Food Network from its earliest days as a long-shot business gamble to its current status as a cable obsession for millions, home along the way to such icons as Emeril Lagasse, Rachael Ray, Mario Batali, Alton Brown, and countless other celebrity chefs. Using extensive inside access and interviews with hundreds of executives, stars, and employees, From Scratch is a tantalizing, delicious look at the intersection of business, pop culture, and food. INCLUDES PHOTOS

Celebrated storyteller, cultural commentator, friend of astronauts, prophet of the Space Age—by the end of the 1960s, Ray Bradbury had attained a level of fame and success rarely achieved by authors, let alone authors of science fiction and fantasy. He had also embarked on a phase of his career that found him exploring new creative outlets while reinterpreting his classic tales for generations of new fans. Drawing on numerous interviews with Bradbury and privileged access to personal papers and private collections, Jonathan R. Eller examines the often-overlooked second half of Bradbury's working life. As Bradbury's dreams took him into a wider range of nonfiction writing and public lectures, the diminishing time that remained for creative pursuits went toward Hollywood productions like the award-winning series Ray Bradbury Theater. Bradbury developed the Spaceship Earth narration at Disney's EPCOT Center; appeared everywhere from public television to NASA events to comic conventions; published poetry; and mined past triumphs for stage productions that enjoyed mixed success. Distracted from storytelling as he became more famous, Bradbury nonetheless published innovative experiments in autobiography masked as detective novels, the well-received fantasy The Halloween Tree and the masterful time travel story "The Toynbee Convector." Yet his embrace of celebrity was often at odds with his passion for writing, and the resulting tension continuously pulled at his sense of self. The revelatory conclusion to the acclaimed three-part biography, Bradbury Beyond Apollo tells the story of an inexhaustible creative force seeking new frontiers.