“For my children, Joshua, Nicole, Megan, Katie, and Emilee...Here is to remembering all the nights the “Monster Spray” got us through.

A man’s death in the Smoky Mountains raises the suspicions of his estranged wife in this suspenseful novel by a New York Times–bestselling author. Vietnam veteran David Hallam is in Tennessee working as an arson investigator for an insurance company when he sends his wife, Karen, an unnerving note: “If anything happens to me down here, don’t let it pass as an accident . . .” Ten days later, he dies in a fire and the only thing Karen can feel is guilt—for all the years she wasted in an unsalvageable marriage and for the relief she feels at finally having the sadistic and abusive man out of her life. But despite all that transpired between them, Karen leaves New York City for Belle Isle, in the heart of the Smoky Mountains, to bury her husband. Once there, Karen can finally put the past to rest—or so she thinks. Instead, she is drawn into a tangled and deadly web of disputed fortune, family jealousy, conspiracy, adultery, and murder. A New York Times–bestselling author and recipient of the Edgar and Agatha Awards, “Phyllis Whitney is, and always will be, the Grand Master of her craft” (Barbara Michaels). This ebook features an illustrated biography of Phyllis A. Whitney including rare images from the author’s estate.

A compassionate, shame-free guide for your darkest days “A one-of-a-kind book . . . to read for yourself or give to a struggling friend or loved one without the fear that depression and suicidal thoughts will be minimized, medicalized or over-spiritualized.”—Kay Warren, cofounder of Saddleback Church What happens when loving Jesus doesn’t cure you of depression, anxiety, or suicidal thoughts? You might be crushed by shame over your mental illness, only to be told by well-meaning Christians to “choose joy” and “pray more.” So you beg God to take away the pain, but nothing eases the ache inside. As darkness lingers and color drains from your world, you’re left wondering if God has abandoned you. You just want a way out. But there’s hope. In I Love Jesus, But I Want to Die, Sarah J. Robinson offers a healthy, practical, and shame-free guide for Christians struggling with mental illness. With unflinching honesty, Sarah shares her story of battling depression and fighting to stay alive despite toxic theology that made her afraid to seek help outside the church. Pairing her own story with scriptural insights, mental health research, and simple practices, Sarah helps you reconnect with the God who is present in our deepest anguish and discover that you are worth everything it takes to get better. Beautifully written and full of hard-won wisdom, I Love Jesus, But I Want to Die offers a path toward a rich, hope-filled life in Christ, even when healing doesn’t look like what you expect.

Sam's life has always been strange. After all, his family have no idea that he's half monster, half fairy. But now he's keeping an even bigger secret. He alone has the power to bring monsters to life! (He's even got a tiny gargoyle hatchling hidden in his sock drawer.) When Queen Maggie finds out, she's delighted. She wants Sam to create her a whole new legion of vile ogres. When he refuses, she vows that she will destroy everything Sam holds dear. And so the stage is set for a final battle, one that will determine not just Sam's future, but that of the whole of monsterkind ... The conclusion to T.C. Shelley's magical fantasy trilogy is perfect for fans of Jennifer Bell, Sophie Anderson and Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book.

"If you fall in love with a monster, remember he'll always be vicious."I met a boy in the dead of the night and hoped he would save me from the dark.When I lost the last person that cared for me, I ran straight into the arms of his family.The Italian Mob.It was no place for a naïve girl. I grew up and earned my place. Everyone within the family accepted me quickly-all except him.To him, I didn't belong.And he made that clear by being the monster everyone knew him to be:Cruel, ruthless, and cold.My gut told me to leave, but my soul wanted to stay. I gravitated toward the man no one seemed to understand because no one understood me either.I handed my heart to a monster, and he ripped it apart.