On September 1, 1939, England declares war on Germany. Over the next three days masses of children are evacuated from the cities vulnerable to bombings of the Luftwaffe. From the bustling city of London to the quiet, open spaces of the Yorkshire Dales, three children, all ten years old, meet on a train. Their friendship helps them to overcome their fear of a strange place, their loneliness for their families and to adapt to the new life they have been thrown into. This is the story of three friends, each from different backgrounds, and how they lived through the war for fi ve and a half years.

Nine Lives to Eternity is a true chronicle of cheating death time and again. This inspirational and faith-driven human triumph details the aftermath of my many harrowing experiences and mishaps, any of which should have resulted in certain death. Each time, I was somehow incessantly saved by guardian angels. The numerous near-death experiences accounted for twenty-six fractured bones and rendered me unconscious on five separate occasions, yet somehow I lived to tell my compelling story of survival and triumph over death. By the release date of this book, the good Lord has allowed me to somehow, someway survive up until and beyond the celebration of my fifty-fifth birthday. Trust me when I reiterate that my life hasnt been a painless journey while defeating death on a habitual basis. Beginning as a mere infant at the age of nine months old and then continuing through fifty-five years, Ive cheated death again and again. During my lifes journey, Ive survived an unfathomable twenty-seven encounters with death. Ive escaped death through seven different machinery and equipment mishaps. Ive avoided horse or mule death challenges no fewer than five times. Although one of my lifes greatest pleasures has always been motorcycling, Ive paid a price by suffering through five singular accidents that should have terminated my life. Few in life could survive even one automobile crash, yet Ive lived to describe three separate vehicular collisions. In addition, Ive escaped death from toxic fumes twice and twice averted death threats while working within dangerous third world countries. Ive even fallen from a rooftop, nearly crashed in an airplane, and lived through a poisoning, yet by the grace of God, Ive failed to become a fatality statistic. Ive often joked that for every day in which I dont read my own name within a newspaper obituary column that becomes a really good day for me. To survive so many brushes with death is difficult to absorb. My goal-driven ambitions have unfortunately brought me to the threshold of death numerous times. Ive driven myself to limits that few would attempt. Early in life, I set a goal for myself to try and fit three lifetimes of experiences into my short time on this planet. As a youth, I never believed that I would survive beyond an age of forty years. Most certainly, my high-risk behaviors reduced my odds for a lengthy existence. As my life unfolded, the numerous encounters with death became staggering. Between the ages of nine months up until nine years, I faced death three times. From the ages of ten years through my nineteenth birthday, death crossed my pathway four more times. During my tumultuous twenties from the ages of twenty years through twenty-nine years, I survived eight separate death encounters. Between the ages of thirty years through thirty-nine years, my chances of death slowed down to two. By the ages of forty years through forty-nine years, the Grim Reaper visited me on three separate occasions. As I reached midlife, I discovered that the pace of my death engagements was increasing. From the ages of fifty years through fifty-five years, Id already amassed five singular close encounters with death. Perhaps that assertion should come as no surprise. Since reaching my fifties, Id done little to slow down or reduce my zest for life and risk-taking determination. Few adults when faced with their own midlife crisis will attempt such outlandish feats as mountain climbing to the summit of Devils Tower in Wyoming or riding a motorcycle nonstop for ten thousand miles or consulting in the midst of a war within the country of Afghanistan. Im thankful for each and every day that Im allowed the privilege of living. I try to give thanks and praise to my Lord every day for granting me the tenacity to overcome even the worst of survival odds. Through my strong faith and spirituality, and by never accepting defeat, Ive been able to constantly repel the onset of death.

A body in the woods, a brutal kidnapping, and mountains of distrust... This is Shelly's world now. Her gift brings her closer to ruin and the loss of the people she holds most dear. There is a killer on the loose and she alone holds the key to his capture, but will they believe her? With the help of an unlikely ally Shelly will fight the hardest she has ever fought, to reveal the truth and regain her honour. (Book #2 Second Sight Series)

It had been almost a year since Todd and I decided to go our separate ways. It was a mutual decision to break up. We had simply grown apart. We still loved each other very much, but we just couldn't seem to get past the differences that grew between us the last year that we were together. It wasn't an easy decision for either one of us. We did, however, remain friends through the break up. We still talked to each other all the time, and in the first few months after the breakup, I found it hard to talk to him and not ask if he wanted to try and work things out only because I didn't want to be alone. I was learning firsthand what the word lonely really meant. There were a couple of other boyfriends before Todd, but I knew that they weren't going to last. They had simply been someone to hang out with and have fun with, someone to go out to dinner with or a movie. I had no intentions of getting too serious with them, like I had with Todd. I had always thought that Todd was the one for me, my true and everlasting soul mate. He made me feel special, and he didn't obsess over me or what I did. I felt that I could be myself¯a free spirit¯with him. He was soft and loving toward me; he was protective but not overbearing. He made me feel safe. I knew that I didn't have to worry about anyone hurting me. Todd would stand back and let things happen till he sees that I needed his help. Then he would step in and take over. No one messed with me while I was with Todd.

The evil Onionman has kidnapped Father Christmas and plans to blame Sergeant Smelly for ruining Christmas. Can Sergeant Smelly and his farting superpowers save the day? Can the fire-farting reindeer help save Christmas? Will farting ever stop being funny? Find out the answers to these questions and many more in the continuing rip-roaring hilarious adventures of Sergeant Smelly and Captain Chunder.

SWEETHEART BRIDE She'd been the new girl in town. He'd been every shcoolgirl's fantasy. In each other's arms, they found acceptance, comfort and what Erin had believed was love. Then Trevor suddenly cut all ties, breaking her youthful heart…. Now, years later, Trevor Whitaker still had the power to steal Erin's breath. From his impossibly broad shoulders to his ranch-roughened hands, he'd exceeded her wildest dreams. And the way he looked at her…. The years—and the tears—became distant memories, and Erin knew without a doubt she still wanted this cowboy. But would the man betray her as the boy once had? THE WHITAKER BRIDES: There's a new crop of cowboys whose wild ways are no match for the power of love….