When Joy Montrose received her commission to paint a mural depicting the healing miracles of Jesus at Good Samaritan Hospital, she never anticipated forming a close friendship with Evan Marshall. But the bond between the talented young artist and the gifted surgeon has grown, even though their lives are worlds apart. Now, with the family estate falling suddenly and unexpectedly into Joy's hands, she finds herself sifting not only through the memorabilia of generations but through her own heart and aspirations. Is it truly love that she feels for Evan? If so, can she at all reconcile it with the wounded healer's lack of faith in God or with her personal need for freedom to pursue her calling as a painter? In this final book in Jane Peart's beloved Brides of Montclair series, the faith and lives of an American dynasty wind to a poignant, present-day culmination as a young woman struggles with choices of love and obedience that will shapes the years to come. Views: 32
Delphi, garden programme presenter extraordinaire, and Roo, TV producer and queen of the messy relationship, have been best friends since childhood. As different as night and day, they've been there for each other's every merciless heart-break, every evil critic, and any and all knotty wardrobe choices. But now, Delphi's career as a C-list celeb seems slightly stuck and the spectre of the has-been garden presenter looms large on the horizon, while Roo's long-time boyfriend has secretly gone and married his long-time Romanian girlfriend. These are dire straits indeed and they decide to ditch their life of urban glamour (Delphi) and overworked late nights (Roo) and sign on for a garden make-over programme in the darkest end of Scotland. Draughty castle, craggy rockstar with ambition to be the laird and a cast of very strange characters included -- the two are in for a big surprise ... Views: 32
New York Times bestselling author Jane Feather returns to the Regency with a passionate tale that sweeps the reader from the dangerous streets of Paris to the glittering ballrooms of London.Lady Hero Fanshawe has chafed at society’s dictates since the death of her fiancé taught her that joy can be fleeting. When her brother disappears in Paris at the height of the Terror, she has no hesitation in disguising herself as a boy and risking her life to find him—or in joining forces with a chance-met ally, the enigmatic William Ducasse, Viscount St. Aubrey. And she has no regrets in indulging in a passionate affair with the dangerously handsome stranger, in the shadow of the guillotine… Half French, half English, William is committed to his shadow life, flirting with death to rescue imperiled aristocrats. Marriage is an indulgence he cannot afford. Once Hero returns to London, he refuses to risk her good name by continuing their liaison. But he... Views: 32
"We're approaching Cat in the Hat level chaos and no one's even had breakfast yet."When the death of her father leaves her mother bereft and incapacitated, card shark Hallie Palmer returns home from college to raise Hallie's eight younger siblings. Hallie's older brother has a scholarship and a sensible major--which translates to free tuition and desperately needed future income for the family. So it's up to Hallie to deal herself in as head of the chaotic household. But even after the invasion of those well-meaning, casserole-carrying purveyors of comfort the local church ladies, Hallie's in a downward spiral. Thank goodness for old friends like Bernard and Gil, now proud parents, who keep Hallie afloat with good humor, brilliant organizational skills, and Judy Garland's most quotable quotes--not that life is entirely peaceful now that Bernard's wise, willful, and delightfully outrageous mother, Olivia, is back from Europe with a big (and shockingly young)... Views: 32
"Moonshiners put more time, energy, thought, and love into their cars than any racer ever will. Lose on the track and you go home. Lose with a load of whiskey and you go to jail." --Junior Johnson, NASCAR legend and one-time whiskey runnerToday's NASCAR is a family sport with 75 million loyal fans, which is growing bigger and more mainstream by the day. Part Disney, part Vegas, part Barnum & Bailey, NASCAR is also a multibillion-dollar business and a cultural phenomenon that transcends geography, class, and gender. But dark secrets lurk in NASCAR's past. Driving with the Devil uncovers for the first time the true story behind NASCAR's distant, moonshine-fueled origins and paints a rich portrait of the colorful men who created it. Long before the sport of stock-car racing even existed, young men in the rural, Depression-wracked South had figured out that cars and speed were tickets to a better life. With few options beyond the farm or factory, the best... Views: 32
The thirteenth novel in the magical alternate history Elemental Masters series continues the reimagined adventures of Sherlock Holmes in a richly-detailed alternate Victorian England.The threat of Moriarty is gone—but so is Sherlock Holmes. Even as they mourn the loss of their colleague, psychic Nan Killian, medium Sarah Lyon-White, and Elemental Masters John and Mary Watson must be vigilant, for members of Moriarty's network are still at large. And their troubles are far from over: in a matter of weeks, two headless bodies of young brides wash up in major waterways. A couple who fears for their own recently-wedded daughter hires the group to investigate, but with each new body, the mystery only deepens.The more bodies emerge, the more the gang suspects that there is dangerous magic at work, and that Moriarty's associates are somehow involved. But as they race against the clock to uncover the killer, it will take all their talents, Magic, and Psychic... Views: 32
Rajiv Surendra was filming Mean Girls, playing the beloved rapping mathlete Kevin Gnapoor, when a cameraman insisted he read Yann Martel's Life of Pi. So begins his "lovely and human" (Jenny Lawson, author of Furiously Happy) tale of obsessively pursuing a dream, overcoming failure, and finding meaning in life."This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. I found myself standing dangerously close to the edge of a cliff. Far below me was an incredible abyss with no end in sight. I could turn back and safely return to where I had come from, or I could throw caution to the wind, lift my arms up into the air . . . and jump." —From The Elephants in My Backyard What happens when you spend ten years obsessively pursuing a dream, and then, in the blink of an eye, you learn that you have failed, that the dream will not come true? In 2003, Rajiv Surendra was filming Mean Girls, playing the beloved rapping... Views: 32
Clinical psychologist Alexandra Waters always tackles the tough cases. Counseling a convicted rapist is one of them. Alex believes she has made a difference in that man's life until she's called in to track down a serial killer. The cops--particularly superstar Bronx detective Zachary Stone--believe the perpetrator is Alex's client. Nobody listens when she insists it's not. Even if Zach thinks Alex is wrong, he can't stay away from her. Years before, they shared one night of passion--only one. Zach walked away, leaving Alex hurt and abandoned. Now the fire is back, blazing hotter than ever. But the killer they both seek is still on the loose and getting more dangerous. Even as Zach and Alex surrender to the desire building between them, Alex is targeted as the murderer's next victim. Alex can't run, can't hide, can't escape. All she and Zach can do is come up with a plan to fight back...ReviewInteresting characters, a well-developed romance between two intelligent, emotionally honest people and a race to stop a madman make this a book worth reading. -- Romantic Times Book ReviewsMs. Savoy has done her research and proves again that suspense is her forte' with the all the surprising twists and turns that seem to never end. -- Affaire de CoeurExcerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Prologue "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" It was a corny remark designed to be humorous so no one in their right mind in this day and age would say such a thing in sincerity. Still, he got the reaction he'd wanted. Even though he was in the crappy station wagon he'd boosted from in front of some apartment building on 233rd and she was a safe distance away on the sidewalk, she darted a glance at him, more annoyance than wariness in her gaze. He smiled to himself in a way that didn't show on his face. She wasn't his usual type, but she would do for tonight. She was too old, for one thing, and too skinny. He could tell despite the short black coat she wore. He liked them thick, with big legs, big asses, big tits, sloppy. More like her. Her mouth held promise, though--wide, loose, painted a dark shade of crimson, like blood. He would enjoy that mouth. He leaned farther toward the passenger door, while keeping the car at a crawl. This time he smiled for real. She had no idea of the favor he planned to do for her. He was about to make her famous. "You may not have noticed but isn't the best neighborhood at night." She cast him a look that would have translated to "no shit," if she'd spoken. This stretch of the service road of the New England Thruway was deserted from Connor Street on down to the new rows of two- and three-family houses on Baychester Avenue. Four blocks of near desolation, save for overflow from the highway, which could be heavy, but not at this hour, the couple of motels, the patrons of which were more interested in shielding their anonymity than anything going out on the street, and a couple blocks of unfinished houses, empty and dark, their facades looking like enormous gaping faces. Some places, like the bit of road she stepped onto now had no sidewalk to speak of. "I'll be fine," she said finally. He heard it in her voice, the fear that maybe she'd stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time. He'd seen her get off the highway at Connor Street. He was at the BP station filling up the piece of shit station wagon when her car hobbled in with a flat right front tire. He'd listen to her asking the attendant if she could leave it there until she came back with help in a few minutes. At this time of night all the nearby shops extolling Flat Fixed had pulled in their signs for the night. She hadn't seen him, or at least he hadn't registered on her radar. He'd given her a five-minute head start, then followed. Now he smiled in a self-deprecating way and held the expression until he was sure she'd noticed. "I'm not trying to be a nuisance. In truth, I'm lost. There weren't so many houses or new houses around the last time I was here." "What street are you looking for?" "Givan." She gestured with her hand, "It's that way. Keep going and you'll hit it." "Thanks. You sure I can't drop you anywhere?" As if on cue, an Explorer rolled up on them, seemingly out of nowhere, like a huge dark specter, it's stereo blazing, it's headlamps casting garish light as it passed. The yahoo on the passenger side threw a beer bottle out the window. The projectile hit the ground with a dull crack, spewing liquid and glass onto the already filthy street. For one sweet moment he watched the car pass. Sometimes the universe was just with you. He knew he had her now. "Sure you don't need that ride?" he asked, but it was a tease. He knew what she'd do. She'd get in thinking she was safer with him than she was on her own. "Maybe I will take you up on your offer. In one move she stepped toward the car, pulled the door open and slid inside. He pressed the button on the driver's side door panel to depress all the locks. "Relax," he said, pulling away from the curb. "You're safe now. Where do you want to go? Givan, right?" "Just two blocks down, near the corner. Givan is the one after." He nodded, as if it made any difference to him. He concentrated on accelerating the car and the choice he had to make. "Hey, slow down," she said. "It's right there." He glanced at her sideways, grinning a little, just enough to let her know she'd miscalculated. "Let me out," she demanded, pulling futilely on the door handle. "Let me go. If you hurt me my father will kill you." Fear or pain. Pain or fear. The choice was always the same. He was close enough to the highway now to make the choice necessary. Traffic was light enough to ensure him an easy entrance if he timed it right. Just as the girl started to launch herself at him, he reached his left hand between his legs where he kept both a thirty-eight and a stun gun concealed beneath his T-shirt. He settled for the thirty-eight and aimed it at her chest. "Keep still and I won't shoot you. The girl froze. She was crying now, her threats forgotten. He grinned again. He'd chosen fear. The pain would wait for later. Views: 32
