Book # 3 in the Sweet Little Series. Trusting again and facing the lies that had surrounded her entire life, Beulah is ready to move on. Love and enjoy the man she's found happiness with. When the past coms back yet again with one last skeleton in the closet.

Book #2 in the Sweet Little Series. Lost, shattered, and confused, Beulah finds a friend where she least expects one. What she thought she knew, she didn't. What she thought she understood, she didn't. And what she is about to find out will change her. When your fate claims you there is no running from it.

The day her mother passed away, Beulah was only given a name. That was it. No other explanation. Portia Van Allan was not someone Beulah could believe her mother ever knew. Wealthy, self-absorbed and other than the fact Portia was supplying special care for Beulah's sister, Portia was cruel. The day Portia's son returns home for the summer, Beulah discovers that Portia isn't in charge. This isn't her home at all. Her late husband left her with nothing. It all belongs to their son who doesn't seem to like his mother at all. Jasper Van Allan doesn't know why his mother has hired a young gorgeous blonde to take care of the house and almost lets her go before he finds out the truth. Realizing there's more to Beulah than a stunning face, he keeps finding reasons to be near her all the time. It's all falling into place, it all begins to make sense . . . until the real lies, the dark secrets, and the skeletons come tumbling out of the Van Allan closet. Twisted truths that will send Beulah running . . .

The Nobel Prize–winning author of Blindness recalls the days of his youth in Lisbon and the Portuguese countryside in this charming memoir. José Saramago was eighteen months old when he moved from the village of Azinhaga with his father and mother to live in Lisbon. But he would return to the village throughout his childhood and adolescence to stay with his maternal grandparents, illiterate peasants in the eyes of the outside world, but a fount of knowledge, affection, and authority to young José. Small Memories traces the formation of a man who emerged, against all odds, as one of the world’s most respected writers. Shifting between childhood and his teenage years, between Azinhaga and Lisbon, this mosaic of memories looks back into the author’s boyhood: the tragic death of his older brother at the age of four; his mother pawning the family’s blankets every spring and buying them back in time for winter; his grandparents bringing the weaker piglets into their bed on cold nights; and Saramago’s early encounters with literature, from teaching himself to read to poring over a Portuguese-French conversation guide, not realizing that he was in fact reading a play by Molière.

This book is collection of poems, quatrains which contains mostly things, those take place around us daily which needs attention to be paid and action to be taken, to make things little better and life a bit peaceful before it gets too late. To make things better it is a small try, but all together it can make a great change, which is today’s demand.

In this gripping debut procedural, a young London policewoman must probe dark secrets buried deep in her own family’s past to solve a murder and a long-ago disappearance. Your father is a liar. But is he a killer? Even liars tell the truth . . . sometimes. Twenty-six-year-old Cat Kinsella overcame a troubled childhood to become a Detective Constable with the Metropolitan Police Force, but she’s never been able to banish these ghosts. When she’s called to the scene of a murder in Islington, not far from the pub her estranged father still runs, she discovers that Alice Lapaine, a young housewife who didn’t get out much, has been found strangled. Cat and her team immediately suspect Alice’s husband, until she receives a mysterious phone call that links the victim to Maryanne Doyle, a teenage girl who went missing in Ireland eighteen years earlier. The call raises uneasy memories for Cat—her family met Maryanne while on holiday, right before she vanished. Though she was only a child, Cat knew that her charming but dissolute father wasn’t telling the truth when he denied knowing anything about Maryanne or her disappearance. Did her father do something to the teenage girl all those years ago? Could he have harmed Alice now? And how can you trust a liar even if he might be telling the truth? Determined to close the two cases, Cat rushes headlong into the investigation, crossing ethical lines and trampling professional codes. But in looking into the past, she might not like what she finds. . . .

Lies, Deceit, Vengeance, Desire, and Hate...wrapped up in a façade of all that sparkles and shines.A pretty face, a fetching smile, a fabulous gown, a flutter of lashes at just the right moment - Miriam had been taught she must do all these things to land a wealthy husband. Much preferring the company of books to people, the only thing that stopped Miriam from fleeing to the countryside was her younger sister - who was counting on Miriam to make a match that would ensure she could care for her mother and sister properly.He knew his duty to his title and he would do as was necessary.Although Hugh Compton, Earl of Ashington, hadn't wanted his father's title at the age of nine and twenty, he gained it two years ago when his father died unexpectedly. The only good that had come of that was Hugh had been able to move his father's wife to the dowager house.Now it was time to marry. Many disliked the arrogant Earl of Ashington but none so much as his brother. After his mother was sent off as if she were trash to be disposed of, Nathaniel swore he'd even the score. With the intent of charming the boring Lydia Ramsbury right out of his brother's arms, Nathaniel discovered it was a new face that had captured his brother's attention - a one Miss Miriam Bathurst. Vengeance had never looked so sweet.