The jOYs of Live by comedy author Michelle Hoppe is a look into the ups and downs of raising a family while attempting to become an author. Take a peek into the family life of the Hoppe clan and discover how Michelle turned oys into jOYs...or at least delightfully funny stories."My life was a sort of series of random disasters." Claire TomalinI was blessed with the ability to view life through rose tinted glasses. This, along with a twisted sense of humor and a madcap home crew, who didn't always share my sense of humor, made my life more a series of random jOYs.This book details my life as a newbie author while also being a wife, mother, business owner, grandmother, and OMG single again! In the words of Erma Bombeck, "When humor goes, there goes civilization!" So, this comedy auto-biography is my contribution to the continuation of mankind-oops, personkind!This hilarious book contains humor about family life and is sure to keep you laughing... Views: 9
In a land of fortune telling, alchemy, and magic carpet racing, Dodie Rue feels out of place. Dodie wishes he could be more like his brother Taj, everyone's favorite pick to win first place in the upcoming Grand Flyer. But Dodie doesn't have the nerve or stomach for racing, and the town bully Atallah won't let him forget it. With the race just a few days away, Taj is suddenly poisoned by an unknown opponent. Now, with only seven days to live, Taj's only hope is for Dodie to win the race and its grand prize: a wish from a genie. But the desert is a treacherous place with ghouls, sandstorms, and dragons around every dune. In a race with no rules, Dodie must overcome his fear of flying, outsmart the other racers, and rescue his brother from the grip of death. Views: 9
We’re told at a young age that words can never hurt us, but I’ve learned over the years that it’s not true. Some words can break us so badly that we never fully recover from them. Goodbye being the worst of all. As a young adult I was forced to say goodbye to my father. Losing him broke me in a way I never thought I’d recover from… until I met Ryan. Ryan Mitchell was the balm my soul needed to heal. He filled my life with happiness, love, and affection. He made me want things I didn’t think I ever would, and the dreams I’d said goodbye to years before didn’t seem so lost anymore. He taught me to live life to the fullest, and open myself to love. I didn’t think anything could bring me down from the high he kept me on… but I was wrong. Life sometimes throws us curveballs that we can’t explain. It tests us and pushes us harder than we can ever imagine. I didn’t think I’d survive the crash, but I did. Sometimes goodbye can be beautiful and it was…with Ryan. Views: 9
College football’s most notorious tight end wants to show her that everything’s bigger in Texas.
Cassie I can’t stand jocks. And I don’t know the first thing about football.
So it’s just my luck that the tutoring job I take to get me through graduate school involves making sure a dumb jock passes his classes.
Now, I’m babysitting Colton King, a spoiled arrogant player who’s as famous for his bedroom antics as he is for his football skills.
The tight end with the filthy mouth tells me he’ll show me that everything’s bigger in Texas. And heaven help me, I just might be considering it. * * * Colton My life is one big party, and that’s never going to change.
Not even if my coach finds me a nerdy tutor he thinks will keep me in line. Miss Goody Two Shoes is uptight, high-strung, and unimpressed by the fact that I’m a campus legend.
Even worse, the hot little tutor is as pure as the driven snow. Debauching her and making her mine is the ultimate challenge. And I always rise to the occasion.** Views: 9
If I’d met you at sixteen I would have been done. You would have been it for me. Just like you are now. But I didn’t. So sue me, I had hormones and I had desires and I had sex with other women. But not ever, never sex like you and I have sex. I obsess over you. I want you even when I’ve just left you. You and I were never just sex. You and I are a love story – one of the great ones. And this isn’t our ending. Views: 9
When the man who raped Scottsdale PI Lena Jones when she was a nine-year-old foster child is released from prison, Lena is waiting for him in the parking lot-with a big knife. "Papa" Brian Wycoff survives their meeting, but the next day, his wife, who knew about his crimes but did nothing to stop him-in fact enabled him-is found dead in their Apache Junction home, shot through both eyes. Terrified he will be next, Wycoff, violating his parole, flees north to the small town of Black Canyon City, taking shelter in an RV on his brother-in-law's small ranch. A couple of days later, he is found tortured to death, eight horizontal marks burned into his flesh. One for each of his victims?Suspicion first falls upon Lena, who has trailed Wycoff to Black Canyon City to make sure he doesn't come near any other children. When the local authorities arrive to question her, she admits to having been tempted to kill her former foster father, but someone beat her to the punch. Suspicion then... Views: 9
He had a right to remain suffocated by his pain. She had a right to remain silent about hers. For better or for worse. Those were the vows that I had taken with my wife six years ago. We had lived through the better and were barely getting through the worse. I tried to face our loss together, while she chose to have an affair instead. Time apart was what we both needed. What I didn’t expect in that time was her. The beauty she possessed on the outside was a far cry from the scars she was harboring on the inside. She wasn’t looking for love and neither was I. She just needed someone to help her deal with the pain she had been carrying around for the past two years, and I was happy to oblige. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her, but suddenly I was seeing a future that I never dreamed of right in front of my eyes….only to find that the past had other things in mind for us. I always believed that we only got one true love in life, and mine was gone and never coming back. Through the tear-filled nights and never ending days, I was slowly and tortuously coming to terms with the pain that was my reality. And then he entered my life. Tall, handsome, genuine and caring, he was a friend when I needed one most. Together, we were a temporary fix to our own permanent pain. Just two people helping each other to get through a very dark period in life. But when the light begins to shine ever so slightly with each passing day, and his face is all I can see at the end of that tunnel…..do I run back into the darkness or move into the light with him?** Views: 9
