Noni, a beautiful innovative fashion designer from Los Angeles has it all going for her—a blossoming career, a creative brand, and a multi-million dollar deal. Yet, the only thing missing is love—until one day Noni meets a handsome marketing executive named Rome. Due to Noni’s strict standards and rules because of the men she had been with like Rome, she pushes him away—only to later be surprised.Noni, a beautiful innovative fashion designer from Los Angeles has it all going for her—a blossoming career, a creative brand, and a multi-million dollar deal. Yet, the only thing missing is love—until one day Noni meets a handsome marketing executive named Rome. Due to Noni’s strict standards and rules because of the men she had been with like Rome, she pushes him away—only to find herself actually falling for the person she thought she would never give a chance.

There are many ways to define a woman: daughter, mother, wife, professional, friend, student... We are each special and unique, yet we share a common connection. What bonds all women are our mutual experiences of loving and learning: feeling the tenderness of love; forging lifelong friendships; pursuing a chosen career; giving birth to new life; juggling the responsibilities of job and family, and more. This shining collection brings you inspiration and comfort in special chapters on marriage, motherhood, aging, bridging the generations, attitude, self-esteem and higher wisdom. Stories honor the strength and reveal the beauty of the feminine spirit. Included are incredible stories from Oprah Winfrey, Leo Buscaglia, Linda Ellerbee, Robert Fulghum, Kathie Lee Gifford and many others. Whether you are a career woman or a stay-at-home mom, a teenager or a senior, a young woman just starting out or a woman of the world, this delightful book will be a treasured companion for many years to come.

And in time… This is the remake of This too shall pass. It is now a two-book set with a new name. And in time... is the first book in the time duology and This too shall pass will follow. Although I kept the story line, I am releasing it as a new book. I've changed and added so much, I think it deserves its own new release. Being single doesn't mean you have to be lonely. Alexis McKinley was a firm believer in that. She of all people knew that one didn't need a man. Being alone didn't mean she was available, or that she was weak. It meant that she was strong enough to go it alone. Riding solo was better than a false relationship where she had to be defined by someone else. Not Alexis. She was too resilient and proud for that. Love doesn't always show up looking like a fairy tale. Sometimes you don’t even have to be looking for it, sometimes it finds you. That’s exactly how it happened. Alexis wasn't searching, she didn't want it, and she failed…miserably. New in town, single, and Handsome Cory Baker caused her to neglect what had been imprinted for years, but how? Confined by carefully constructed walls kept her heart safe. Not only was she keeping the sadness out, but the joy as well. And in time…

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Before the Fall of the Empire of Astandalas, the Red Company was legendary. A dozen or so years after that cataclysm, they have almost faded into myth. Pali Avramapul may not have gone under her own name since the dissolution of the Red Company, but she is no myth, and has certainly not faded. She fights folly and injustice as fiercely as ever—although, as a respected scholar of history at one of the Circle Schools of Alinor, she now tends to use her tongue and pen more than her sword. She still keeps the sword sharp, of course. You never know when adventure will come calling. She expects her sabbatical to be a decorous, respectable sort of adventure, the kind with which she can regale her colleagues in the Senior Common Room upon her return. She’s not very upset when she finds one or two of her old friends and it turns out the adventure is much more likely to involve a plot to kidnap the Last Emperor of Astandalas. There’s respectable, after all, and then there’s respectable. The Redoubtable Pali Avramapul follows after The Return of Fitzroy Angursell, but may be read on its own.

When my sister, Isabelle showed up, just ahead of a tropical storm, nostalgia and a need to reconnect took us on a ride…directly into the eye of a different kind of disaster. I woke from a coma unaware that I even had a twin and married to a man with two little girls. Although I fell madly in love with the children that I didn’t remember, I didn’t feel like I belonged with Paxton Pierce. I couldn’t be who he wanted me to be no matter how hard I tried. But things aren’t always as they seem. I fought my own demons, trying not to be the submissive he required me to be, yet I craved it like a drug. I wanted him. Once upon a time I was an identical twin. And then I wasn’t.

"Your place is here now." It sounds like an invitation. It's actually a command.In this collection of horrors, Jason Fischer turns familiar spaces into deadly traps:A dinner with a new "mother" who wasn't invited. A Halloween visitor offers a treat you must not refuse. A puzzle book that predicts your future—and takes its cut. A cardboard cutout boy that won't stay where it's put. A dark carnival ride with no power runs perfectly on what you fear most.These and other tales of folk, psychological, and elevated horror converge on one message: your place is here now. Take your seat.

In the backwoods of America there are those who believe in tent revivals, snake handlers and healers. Others don't, and will not stick at tearing down these fixtures of Southern Americana. But what if it's real? Would you really want to piss off a power that can create universes, destroy armies, and create life? Maybe -sometimes- it's best to have a little...Faith.It began with a shooting, that became a mystery and ended in terror.For investigator Harriet Smotes, not only can the city of Ambition Falls give birth to remarkable crimes, it can also drag up ghosts from her past.

Addy Tornado wishes her love life was as dramatic as her name. A true romantic, Addy lives for the movies and yearns for a mate who is as beautiful, sexy, witty, and as smart as the heroines on the screen. Of course that someone would also have to put up with her OCD about color coordination...Mazie Midnight has one dream—to finish her Master's program in music performance. She reinvents herself and moves to the west coast to attend Cammon University, hoping a new name and a new start will be what she needs to face the one barrier keeping her from a degree: terrible stage fright.Mazie takes a job at the Bijou Theater, Addy's favorite place in the whole world, and the two clash immediately over Mazie's re-arrangement of the colorful candies. Mazie meets none of Addy's expectations in a mate, and Addy sees Mazie as nothing more than an adversary... until Mazie opens her mouth to sing.Believing the world should hear Mazie, Addy vows to help her overcome her stage fright.

Sandra Lamb thought J.B. was one of the good guys. After all, he was fighting terrorism, wasn't he, bringing the full arsenal of the government's surveillance apparatus to bear on those who would do us harm.But knives have two edges,and they can turn on the attacker as well as the victim. So strap your tin foil hat on a little tighter, and see what Big Brother is up to in .Gov.Sandra Lamb thought J.B. was one of the good guys. After all, he was fighting terrorism, wasn't he, bringing the full arsenal of the government's surveillance apparatus to bear on those who would do us harm.But knives have two edges,and they can turn on the attacker as well as the victim. So strap your tin foil hat on a little tighter, operate your microwave with the door open to counteract the government-zombie-death-ray, and see what Big Brother is up to in .Gov.In honor of Wikileaks Vault 7 release, dot Gov is presented for your pleasure. For those of you who poo-pooed my metallic choice of headgear, "Who's crazy now?" ;-)

This is an enthrawling short story that starts with instant anxiety, drama and fear. In this Story RUBY is faced with conflict and danger immediatley. This short story will grip instantly.There are as many Gods in this universe as there are beings. And the game we play is called “Touch.” It’s a form of spiritual hugging. Easy to begin, pretty much impossible to bring to a close.How it came about: Before the beginning of the universe, before there even was a universe, we all held hands—well, figuratively speaking. We touched, I guess would describe it (hence the name of the game), and touching we synchronized, and synchronized we decided (on three, everyone: 1-2-3) to BE. So now we all WERE. Simplicity itself.Then we decided to decide (on three, everyone) for the universe to BE. And so it WAS and still IS. Very much so. And, yes, I’m talking about this physical, Capital-U Universe, the one with galaxies, stars, planets, black holes, oceans, parking tickets, crazy politicians, and inane commercials. Yes, this one.The rules of “Touch” are few and simple.Rule number One says that once we’ve made the Big One—which is basically somewhere to play this game—anyone of us can, if synchronized with (i.e., touching) anyone else—either one or many as the case may be—decide on a new smaller (I guess that would be lower-case-u) universe, within the Big One. “Sub-universe” would be as good a word as any. And from then on they, those who co-decided, would share this thing, this co-created sub-universe, and it will remain real as anything, going forward.Nazi Germany was/is a pretty blatant example of this, if deadly and in very bad taste. Rome was/is another. Soccer huddles, too.Your marriage is probably one. Trysts often are. Most romances, for sure.Now, according to rule number Two, to end one of these sub-universes (for they can all be brought to a close, i.e., ceased), all you have to do is re-synchronize and non-decide the thing. Non-decide might also be a word for it. You know, like dis-appear. First it appears then it disappears—first you decide then you non-decide. But non-decide is closer to the truth, so we’ll stick with that.So, first you decide, then you non-decide. Really, it’s as easy as 1-2-3. Could not be simpler. And to end the Big One altogether (and this is rule number Three), all we have to do is re-synchronize and non-decide IT. I ask you, what could be simpler?On paper.For, oh yeah, there is a rule number Four (and why we agreed on this one I shall never know, but it’s on the books, I’m afraid, and still very much in force): In order to end the Big One, in order to un-BE (non-decide) the entire universe, each and every sub-universe, large and small, must first be non-decided. That’s right, before we can all touch and un-BE the lot, i.e., the Big One, we must clear out all the sub-ones.I guess we decided this into the “Touch” rules to protect the Big One, to make it hard to vanish, i.e., make it last. And that has worked (and still works) like a charm for the Big One, as you know, is still very much in play.Needless to say, this all happened a few unforeseen complications ago, for by last count there were 8,444,547,856,334 first generation sub-universes on this planet alone, and each of these have since sprouted many, many, many generations of subs who in turn, well you get the point.And to make matters a little more harrowing (from the standpoint of climbing back out of this sizeable hole by ending the Big One), by now most of us have not only forgotten the name of the game, but that this is all, in fact, a game.And, sad to say, the handful who do remember are mostly locked up (for their own protection, or so the story goes).

A battle-scarred father. A disillusioned daughter. Can a grieving widower rebuild his splintered family to find peace at last? South Dakota, 1949. WWII veteran John Smith longs for the life he lost after the tragic death of his wife during childbirth. But in the desperation to provide for his two small children, he is manipulated into an unsuitable marriage by a young woman with a dark neurosis. Tormented by his own grief and the ravages of war, John is blind to his children's turmoil and pain. Washington State, 1964. John's sixteen-year-old daughter Calla dreams of a life beyond her vindictive stepmother. Forced to care for her younger siblings with a list of household demands larger than she is tall, Calla knows it's only a matter of time until she can escape the abuse and begin anew at college. But her dreams crumble when her heartless stepmother claims the college fund for her own selfish purposes. As John fears he is too late to stop...

A story that is clean, powerful, romantic, exhilarating, filled with the sweep and breath of the snowy wastes of the North, filled with the lonely grandeur of the Painted Desert, and above all, filled with the deeds of strong men and women who have lived their lives under sun and wind and stars out in God’s Great Open. "Any desert land that will grow big sage will produce more fortunes thatn most gold mines -- if you can only get the water." A story fresh from the heart of the West, of San Pasqual, a sun-baked desert town, of Harley P. Hennage, the best gambler, the best and worst man of San Pasqual and of lovely Donna.