Being overweight isn't a crime--it's just something shameful, Andrea's mother is quick to remind her. But that's to be expected in a world where technology and magic makes body goals and perfection attainable. ***** Andrea's mother has high hopes for a male heir to lead their household. Andrea must find a husband--and fast. Without a perfect body, however, there are few prospects. For Andrea, on the verge of being disowned, the inability to control something as simple as her weight further exemplifies her other failings. She heralds from the noble class, lovers of tech who frown upon mingling with the servant magic wielders. But with only one year to secure the title of the estate, Andrea has few options. Opportunity arrives when a damaged magic wielder named Tanner comes to her estate looking for work. Servants of his creed wouldn't dare associate with nobles usually. Andrea's head tells her to be suspicious, but Tanner, who's easy on the eyes, looks like a great opportunity. He also takes interest in Andrea, something no one else does. For the first time in Andrea's life, everything seems possible...if only she could quiet that stupid voice in her head warning this is too good to be true. What price would you pay for perfection?

A stunning debut novel with an intriguing literary hook: written in part as a letter from a victim to her abductor. Sensitive, sharp, captivating!Gemma, 16, is on layover at Bangkok Airport, en route with her parents to a vacation in Vietnam. She steps away for just a second, to get a cup of coffee. Ty--rugged, tan, too old, oddly familiar--pays for Gemma's drink. And drugs it. They talk. Their hands touch. And before Gemma knows what's happening, Ty takes her. Steals her away. The unknowing object of a long obsession, Gemma has been kidnapped by her stalker and brought to the desolate Australian Outback. STOLEN is her gripping story of survival, of how she has to come to terms with her living nightmare--or die trying to fight it.

I am the victim of child sexual abuse. It started at the age of four and continued until I was old enough to run. I ran, and ran, and ran until I couldn't run anymore. As hard as I tried to explain my situation with my Dad, I was accused of making it up or just exaggerating. This pushed me farther and farther into the darkness. I lived in the darkness for the first 30 years of my life. Then I finally grasped the hand of God. He led me out of the darkness and into the light. The last 40 years of my life I have held on to his loving grace. Now, I have let go of God at times and fallen back into the darkness of sin, but God has never let go of me. He gently pulls me back out into the light and shows me his goodness.

In this riveting domestic suspense debut, a woman's life shatters when she meets a girl she believes is the daughter she lost years ago--and she finds that reclaiming the life she lost might cost her the life she has. Tell Me You're Mine is a story of guilt, grief, and the delicate balance between love and obsession. Where is the line between hope and madness? Three women: one who believes she has found her long lost daughter, one terrified she's about to lose her child, and one determined to understand who she truly is. Stella Widstrand is a psychotherapist, a happily married mother to a thirteen-year-old son. But when a young woman named Isabelle steps into her clinic to begin therapy, Stella's placid life begins to crumble. She is convinced that Isabelle is her daughter, Alice. The baby that tragically disappeared more than twenty years ago on a beach during a family vacation. Alice is believed to have drowned, but her body was never found. Stella has always believed that Alice is alive, somewhere--but everyone around her worries she's delusional. Could this be Alice? Stella will risk everything to answer that question, but in doing so she will set in motion a sequence of events beyond her control, endangering herself and everyone she loves.

She manage to escape the grips of deadly Illness the collapse of her marriage. Obesity and Dope through her pen. Using her words to cut through her pain, loss, and a lifetime of ghosts.

A hometown series full of sexy romance, humor, and heart... Pregnant and betrayed at fifteen, Bernadette Mitchell made the agonizing decision to let her father and stepmother adopt her baby. Grateful to have her child in her life, even if she'll never be called mom, she’s learned to live with her choice—until an unthinkable tragedy brings the ghosts of her past back to town. Officer Mike Donovan moves back home to Redemption to raise his little girl, but he’s also on a mission—to win back the only woman he’s ever loved. If he can convince Bernie to give him another chance, he’ll spend the rest of their lives proving they belong together. But when he discovers she’s been keeping an unimaginable secret, his entire world is flipped on its axis. EXCERPT: He strode purposefully toward their table, but stopped short when he caught the tail end of Marone’s last comment. “…and I was hoping we could give it another try. I’d love to take you out to dinner one night this week.” Sonofabitch. Mike waited with bated breath as Bernie looked down at her lap, a sure sign she was uncomfortable. A good sign, from Mike’s viewpoint. Though it didn’t mean she would turn the guy down either. Unwilling to take that chance, he cleared his throat. Loudly. Marone glanced over, a frown quirking his brow. “Hey, Mike. Something you need to talk to me about?” “Not you. I was hoping I could steal Bernadette away for a few minutes.” He met her gaze. “I think we should talk.” Panic darkened her eyes. “Is it Noah? Did something happen?” He nodded. Desperate times and all that. “I just need a few minutes. But if now isn’t a good time…” “We were kind of in the middle of something,” Marone pointed out, his words clipped as his annoyance started to show. Bernie touched his leg, setting Mike’s teeth on edge. “I’m sorry. Just give me a minute, please.” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sure. Think I’ll go pour myself another glass of lemonade. Can I get you anything?” “I’d love another glass as well, thanks.” “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” “Take your time,” Mike told him as he strode away. Bernie stood and watched him expectantly. “Well? What is it?” “I, uh, just wanted to apologize for yesterday.” Her brows rose. “For what, exactly?” “You know. The whole tip jar thing. I should have given it a few days, waited to see if the money turned up before calling you.” She stared at him, her exasperation clear. “And that’s it? You had me worried to death, dammit.” “Sorry. I just—” “You just overheard John asking me out on a date, and your macho pride couldn’t wait for my response, so you decided to kill the moment.” Damn if she didn’t hit the nail on the head. “Pffft. No.” She crossed her arms and pursed her lips. Those luscious, perfectly shaped lips. “Okay, maybe.” She chuckled, the sound music to Mike’s ears. “Very mature of you.” He stepped forward until he was close enough to pull her into his arms. A soft gasp told him she might not be as indifferent to him as she put on. Not wanting to set back the tiny bit of progress he’d made, he stuck his hands in his pockets, deciding to keep things moving at a slow and steady pace. “Marone isn’t the guy for you.” “And I suppose you are?” she countered, her tone challenging. “You’re damn right I am. And if you’d give me half a chance, I could prove it to you.” “How?” she whispered. That one breathless word tightened Mike’s groin with near painful anticipation. He reached up and traced the line of her jaw with his forefinger before gently tilting her chin up. “A kiss. Just one kiss is all it’ll take to convince you we belong together.”

Timothy, John found out about us the night of our argument. John was on the balcony listening. He said he heard most all of what we said to each other. Timothy, I have been torn down to rock bottom for betraying him. Timothy, I need you again. I need for you to help me through this terrible chapter of my life. Timothy held me so close and shed tears for me and for John. I never wanted John to know. Elise, I am so sorry about this whole ordeal, but I will never regret having you for mine, at least for the amount of time that we did have. Love never dies, I told Tim. It may sometimes lay dormant in our souls but will always live in our hearts. Timothy, we must wait and I must choose. Time will tell just how our paths will go. I told Timothy that I had never been so torn between one love and another. You understood that didnt you Timothy, didnt you? It was always Timothys love that lay dormant in the back ground of my heart. I would not tell him this. Soon it would be time, that would make the decision for me and regret would leave me with such inexpiable guilt that would trouble my soul to the depths of the earth.