Darling Arrow, I shouldn't be writing this. It's not as if I'm ever going to send you this letter, and there are a million reasons why. First of all, I was sent to this reform school as a punishment for a petty, totally inconsequential crime. Not to ogle the principal's hot son around the campus. Second of all, you're a giant jerk. You're arrogant and moody and so cold. Sometimes I think I shouldn't even like you. But strangely your coldness sets me on fire. The way your athletic body moves on the soccer field, and the way your powerful thighs sprawl across that motorcycle of yours, make me go inappropriately breathless. But that's not the worst part. The worst part is that you, Arrow Carlisle, are not only the principal's hot son. You also happen to be the love of my sister's life. And I really shouldn't be thinking about my sister's boyfriend, or rather fiancé (I overheard a conversation about the ring that I shouldn't have). Now if I can only stop writing you these meaningless letters that I'll never send and you'll never read... Never yours, Salem NOTE: This is a STANDALONE novel set in the world of St. Mary's.

Two years ago, Reed Jackson betrayed Calliope Thorne and broke her heart. So she stole his most prized possession - a white mustang - and drove it into the lake for revenge. Now, Callie is stuck at a reform school while Reed is off at college, living his life without repercussions. Until he comes back. With him comes back all the feelings that Callie has been trying to bury: anger and heartbreak. But most of all, desire. At the sight of his beautiful but lying lips and his gunmetal gray eyes that still taunt and smolder when he looks at her. Whatever though. It's not as if Callie is ever going to fall for her ex-boyfriend again. Or let him corner her in a bar one night and touch her, kiss her... Neither is she going to kiss him back. Or worse, sleep with him. Because that would make her naïve and foolish. Oh, and also pregnant. And there's no way Callie is ever going to get pregnant at eighteen and with Reed's baby, no less. The guy she hates.The guy who taught her all about heartbreak. Who might look like a gorgeous hero but really is the villain of her story.

Hold your little one close as you celebrate your love for one another. This exquisitely illustrated book honors the wonder of childhood, dreams of who your little one will someday become, and marvels at all that God has in store. Author and artist Amy Kavelaris's signature flower-crown art and poetic writing invite you and your child to enjoy peaceful moments before bed with delightful parent-and-child animal pairs. Sweep your little one into dreamland with whimsical art and a tender story as you read Good Night, My Darling Dear. This beautiful keepsake expresses a parent's love for their child, as well as God’s purpose for them. Let your little one drift to sleep peacefully with this charming bedtime story. Good Night, My Darling Dear is a picture book that’s perfect for children, ages 4 to 8; a baby shower gift or display book in a new nursery; and celebrating birthdays, an adoption, or birth announcement with a friend or grandparents. This dreamy tale features sweet rhyming text with memorable blessings and frame-worthy illustrations on each page. Amy Kavelaris’s artwork has been featured in collaborations with Anthropologie, Target, Altar’d State, and Walmart.

Eighteen-year-old, Bronwyn Littleton is in love with a stranger she met on a summer night a year ago. A stranger who was tall and broad in a way that made her feel safe. He had dark blue eyes that she can't stop drawing in her sketch book. And he had a deep, soothing voice that she can't stop hearing in her dreams. That's all she knows about him though. Until she runs into him again. At St. Mary's School for Troubled Teenagers - an all girls reform school - where she's trapped because of a little crime she committed in the name of her art. Now she knows that her dream man has a name: Conrad Thorne. She knows that his eyes are way bluer and way more beautiful than she thought. And that his face is an artist's wonderland. But she also knows that Conrad is her best friend's older brother. Which means he's completely off-limits. Not to mention, he's the new soccer coach, which makes him off-limits times two. What makes him off-limits times three however, and this whole scenario an epic tragedy, is that, Conrad, Wyn's dream man, has a dream girl of his own. And he's as much in love with his dream girl as Wyn is in love with him...

We've all traveled Hartwell Road but most of us have not explored it as deeply and thoughtfully as Reg Darling. Hartwell Road is an internal place, a touchstone that centers and nourishes us - a place that contains our experience and provides a route to our own true nature. Darling's journey wends though a terrain rich in folk wisdom and communion with the real world (minus all the consumerist crap); it meanders through the philosophy of art and the sublime act of creation; it traverses the wonders of sexual passion and the ultimate solace of true love; it cuts back into a maze of drug-induced insights and the pristine clearing of deep spiritual conviction; it climbs through the bonds we build with the people around us and the inevitable physical end of those connections; and it plows headlong into the necessity of political activism and the bravery of standing against popular notions about what it means to "be free." This book will likely induce tears as it transports you through reflections on the connections and losses in your own life - a process at once painful and glorious. This is a book that will speak directly to the non-conforming spirits of the baby-boom generation - especially as we navigate the mounting upheavals and uncertainties of the 21st Century and come to grips with our own impending mortality. While Hartwell Road sometimes seems exotic and foreign, we round the bend and realize it is the same road that we too have been walking, only seen from a slightly different and meticulously well-rendered point of view. Dan R. Talley is an arts administrator, curator, and critic who has been involved in the making, exhibiting, and analysis of contemporary art for over 30 years. He is a practicing vegetarian and a long-time animal rights advocate who, nonetheless, finds Darling's sensitive and deeply felt philosophy about the order of nature strangely compatible with his own.

A haunting, evocative novel about a woman who might have to face the disturbing truth about her own daughter. Hanna and Joe send their awkward daughter Dawn off to college hoping that she will finally "come into her own." When she brings her new boyfriend, Rud, to her sister's wedding, her parents try to suppress their troubling impressions of him for Dawn's sake. Not long after, Hanna and Joe suffer a savage attack at home, resulting in Joe's death and Hanna's severe injury and memory loss. Rud is convicted of the crime, and the community speculates that Dawn may also have been involved. When Rud wins an appeal and Dawn returns to live in the family home, Hanna resolves to recall that traumatic night so she can testify in the retrial, exonerate her daughter, and keep her husband's murderer in jail. But as those memories resurface, Hanna faces the question of whether she knows her own daughter-and whether she ever did.

Layla Robinson is not crazy. She is suffering from unrequited love. But it's time to move on. No more stalking, no more obsessive calling. What she needs is a distraction. The blue-eyed guy she keeps seeing around campus could be a great one--only he is the new poetry professor--the married poetry professor. Thomas Abrams is a stereotypical artist--rude, arrogant, and broody--but his glares and taunts don't scare Layla. She might be bad at poetry, but she is good at reading between the lines. Beneath his prickly façade, Thomas is lonely, and Layla wants to know why. Obsessively. Sometimes you do get what you want. Sometimes you end up in the storage room of a bar with your professor and you kiss him. Sometimes he kisses you back like the world is ending and he will never get to kiss you again. He kisses you until you forget the years of unrequited love; you forget all the rules, and you dare to reach for something that is not yours.