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You know how it went for me. You know what he did. You know the fire he left inside my soul when he crushed me into a thousand tiny pieces. Since Marcus, my life has been a blur of emptiness. Since Marcus, there has been nothing. I'm alone, my mom is dwindling, and I feel nothing but emptiness. I work long, I work hard, but why?

After the death of her husband four years ago, Hartley Watson is finally ready to meet someone - and maybe even have a second chance at love. But then, just as her dating life seems to be getting started, Hartley is struck with a horrifying realization: Someone is watching her. Entering her home. Even knows the intimate details of her life. How else to explain the strange deliveries, or the sudden appearance of mementos from her dead spouse - ones that she had kept for so long in storage?

I'm just a normal girl. Or so you would think. I never thought of myself as anything different. Until I met him. Rafael Lencioni doesn't think I'm normal. He thinks I'm special. Special enough to be in his life. Special enough to enter his world. Special enough for his bed. My story is the one that's never told. I'm not the daughter. I'm not the wife. I'm not a sister or a mother. I'm not his enemy, and I'm not his friend. I'm not who you think I am. So for me to fit into their world, I have to do something I never wanted in my life.

Flint Hopkins finds the perfect tenant to rent the space above his Minneapolis-based law office. All the t's are crossed and i's dotted on Ellen's application. Her references are good. And she's easy on the eyes. Until... Flint discovers Ellen Rodgers plays music. Bongos, guitars, singing - not Beethoven administered through noise-cancelling headphones. The cut-throat attorney serves up an eviction notice to the bubbly, constantly humming redhead who's too sexy for her own good. But luck is on Ellen's side when Flint's autistic son, Harrison, takes an instant liking to her.

It's all part of his sick game. A game he's been planning for an entire decade. Now everything is perfect: one woman and one man have been selected. They used to be a couple - and they can no longer stand one another. They are the perfect victims. He doesn't intend for the game to be easy. He wants to push them to the brink of insanity, to make his hunt real.

Rainer Torrence is everything I could have wanted in my life and more. He became my best friend when I was 13 years old. From then on, we were inseparable. He was my first love and my first heartbreak. But I always thought it was forever. Until his father died and things went bad. Then suddenly he disappeared. Ten years and I didn't see or hear from him. Then came the call I'd been praying for - he was back in town. Only the man I remembered is not him. This man is quiet, deadly, and so incredibly beautiful.

One single moment changes everything. In one breath, you can have it all. A split-second later, it can all disappear. That was me. I had it all. Then, in a cruel twist of fate, it was taken from me. A beautiful life gone in a flash. But he was there. He was there to pick me up when I fell, to protect me. My savior. My rock. He was just a stranger. Just a selfless stranger with a face I'll never forget. Can't forget. Won't forget. And like everything else, he just disappeared as if he never existed. I have to find him. I need to find him.

Cleverly suspenseful and sweetly spoken, the storyteller's unassuming voice transforms an Appalachian trail of tears into holy terror against an evil that stalks the innocent. In The Whispering of the Willows, an Appalachian marriage practice might be compared to the modern sex trade which exploits young females. Not since Catherine Marshall's strong heroine named Christy, has an Appalachian drama come to life like The Whispering of the Willows.

Seven years ago, Marlie Jacobson was kidnapped by a serial killer - and lived to tell about it. But it was actually her mother who told the story, in a best-selling book that made Marlie famous. Today, she's known as the girl who slew a killer. The one who got away. Now, there's just one thing Marlie wants to get away from: her past. But when her little sister disappears, her worst fears come rushing back-with a vengeance.

They say there's a fine line between love and hate. There is. I fell in love with a monster. He used me. He destroyed me. He made a fool out of me. I didn't know it at the start. You never do. You think you have found the man of your dreams. You think nothing could break you apart. How wrong you are.

I met him in college, and I fell in love. It was a beautiful love, pure and perfect. Max quickly became everything I could have ever wanted. He was the jock, the popular guy, and I was just Belle - but he made me so much more. He gave me everything I could have ever wanted in life. But one night, one accident changed everything.

Firstly, let me make this clear: I didn't come here for drama. I came here to escape, to unwind, to relax in paradise. This place is meant to be everything epic the world can offer. A ranch, run by hot, tattooed mountain men, that has been made into a retreat. An escape from the world, from all the stresses of daily life. We're the first group to camp hot stuff, and for what seems like the shortest time, it's bliss. Until a body shows up. Murdered. And now my little vacation has turned into a murder mystery. With hot men, a camp full of nerds, and a whole lot of unanswered questions.

This Appalachian Big Creek sequel is set in West Virginia, during the 1920s, where granny witches and spiritualism often show the path for wanderers to take, especially in matters of the heart. Emerald Ashby's younger sister, Coral, determines to visit the family's nemesis, Charlie, now stewing in prison. When Mercy returns to the holler of Big Creek, she comes well-armed to re-enter Ernst's life, but he has already found a new romantic attraction. No matter, Mercy has brought along her own spiritual tools and a special friend who guides her way around this inconvenience.

It’s time for women to become more empowered to invest than ever before. No matter what business a woman is in, it’s key that she is not just entrepreneurial minded but investment minded. Most women are one paycheck or one man away from being bankrupt or homeless. Even those with businesses pour their earnings back into the business, and, in the end, never truly see long-term wealth. It’s time for that to change.

Unless you're a mom, you just wouldn't understand. The crying, the diapers, the late nights, the early mornings. The laughter, the smiles, the joy, the blessing. I get it. I'm living it. I love it. I also know that sometimes, moms need a break. A rest away from the world, away from their troubles, away from the everyday hustle and bustle. A ranch retreat run by hot cowboys for a month? I'll pay double. One whole month of nothing but fun and adventures. I don't think those cowboys knew what they were in for when they signed us up.

Addison has had a hard life. Her mother is useless, and her father hasn't been in her life for years. When her mother dies, she's left with no money and an angry man after her. She goes to the only person she knows can take care of her right now - her father. She knows her father is the president of an MC club, but she doesn't quite realize just how much she will come to rely on that club.

On June 19, 1865, a group of enslaved men, women, and children in Texas gathered around a Union solder and listened as he read the most remarkable words they would ever hear. They were no longer enslaved: they were free. The inhumane practice of forced labor with no pay was now illegal in all of the United States. This news was cause for celebration, so the group of people jumped in excitement, danced, and wept tears of joy. They did not know it at the time, but their joyous celebration of freedom would become a holiday—Juneteenth.

In ten concise chapters, you'll learn powerful ways to meet life's challenges with wisdom, resilience, and ease.

Fallen Petals of a Black Rose is a collection of poems written to chronicle the good and evil times I live. The black rose many will associate with death and sorrow. However, it can also be associated with new beginnings and rebirth of bad habits. I see the black rose in my own ethnic background and also in my nation. It feels like the black rose has been the symbol of this whole world since 2020.