Grace Solomon was a ballerina. Not just any ballerina, but "the" Prima Ballerina. Extraordinarily talented and as graceful as her name, she found herself catapulted to the highest levels of her art. Until the day a horrific car accident leaves her crippled, barely able to walk. Heartbroken, she accepts she'll never dance again. When enigmatic stranger Jaron Conrad turns up talking of a cure, Grace accuses him of being a crackpot and a quack. But could there be a possibility that he's telling the truth, and if he is, does Grace have the courage to take a chance on him? The courage to pay the price, even if it costs her heart? Excerpt: His words ripped Grace out of her sensual daze and slammed her back into reality harder than a wrestler hitting the mats. Her own foolishness added a vicious leg drop. "Way to go, Grace. A handsome guy only has to get near enough for you to smell his aftershave and you act like a star struck teenager!" "I "knew" it was too good to be true!" Her voice was shrill with disappointment as she launched herself to her feet. She wobbled a little as she tore her fingers from his. She was pathetic; she should have "known" he wasn't interested in her at all. He was just like all the rest, only interested in details of the accident. What "was" it with these people? Did she have to parade around bloody naked, show off every scar, all the damage that being in a car as it rolled six times could inflict? Would they be happy then and leave her alone? She turned away, intending to storm out of the box, but he stepped around her, blocking her path. He loomed over her, his expression intense, his hard gaze on her face. His expression should have frightened her-a man, any other man, looking at her that way would have scared her to death. But the look on Jaron's face didn't frighten her; it thrilled her right down to her toes. He moved. He hauled her up against him, holding her captive against his lean, hard body. No chance to struggle, but she didn't plan to. Her lips parted as the softest of moans escaped. As soon as he'd touched her, it was as though a switch had been flicked inside her. "I can assure you, if you paraded around in front of me naked I wouldn't be leaving you alone. In fact, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you." His voice was liquid temptation by her ear, his warm breath fanning over her neck and stirring the loose curls that had fallen from the elegant pleat. Heat blossomed in the pit of her belly. Grace sucked in her breath as her body clenched with need. "Hell, if he can do that with just his voice, what would it be like if he kissed me?" He chuckled, the sound soft and melodious in the darkness. "Why don't we find out?" His hand slid into her hair, strong fingers massaging the delicate bones of her neck as he bent his head to press his lips to hers. Warm and firm, they moulded to hers, brushing softly as he explored. She gasped as her lips tingled, the sensation spreading out through her whole body. He took advantage of her gasp, gathering her closer as he deepened the kiss, taking them both into the dark tumult of desire that awaited them.
Meet Lucy Evans, the original tomboy. She loves her Doc Martens, heavy metal, and hanging out with her best friend, Ollie. She may have been born on a Tuesday, but graceful she isn't. However, Lucy's world is about to change. Ollie gets engaged, and her new boss wants her to smarten up. Lucy tries to turn herself into the kind of girl she thinks they want her to be - with hilarious and unexpected results.
From #1 New York Times bestselling author Fern Michaels--one of the most beloved authors of our time--comes a gripping new novel filled with heart and hope, as a young woman wrongly found guilty of murder receives the gift of a second chance. . . On the eve of her retirement, Georgia attorney Mikala Aulani is as vivacious and vibrant as ever, eagerly anticipating a happy future with her partner, Ben. But if Kala has learned anything in thirty-five years of practicing law, it's that the truth can always surprise you. And when Adam Star turns up at her office, confessing to the long-ago murder of his wife, Kala must return to a notorious case that has never stopped haunting her. Ten years have passed since young nurse Sophie Lee was accused of murdering her wealthy patient, Audrey Star. Kala defended Sophie and had no doubt of her innocence--or of Adam Star's guilt--but the prosecution convinced a jury otherwise. Sophie was convicted on a Tuesday--the day on which every significant event in her life, good or bad, seems to happen. Now, on the verge of his death, Adam exonerates Sophie and also leaves her a huge fortune in atonement. Released from prison, Sophie retreats to Kala's house and tries to evade the media frenzy that surrounds her. Kala is determined to help her client make her way back into the world and adjust to her new wealth and freedom. Yet for both, there are still revelations in store--about the nature of redemption, the strange workings of fate, and the power of forgiveness. And most of all, about the secrets that hide in every heart--even those we think we know best.
Sara hates bad-luck Tuesdays! She writes a secret diary to lift the jinx. Sara Swan's family has settled the problem of moving house (they are NOT moving!). But now her father is going through a mid-life crisis and leaves home on a Tuesday. And speaking of Tuesdays, Sara discovers that Tuesdays are bad-luck days for her in more ways than one. So when she hears a turn-your-life-around guru on TV say that you can change things if you write about misfortunes and analyse them, she decides to write a diary on Tuesdays, mainly about Tuesdays! Although she does include snippets of other important stuff that happens during the week! Great Aunt Grace (GAG) moves into town, causing problems as usual. Sara's friends have their ups and downs, romances grow and wane, and all the bad luck still happens on Tuesdays. Finally, towards the end of the year, things begin to change for the better on Tuesdays, but... what happens on Wednesdays?
Intelligent beauty Tess Bradford left Maryland for London on an important mission. Her husband, a devout patriot, haad been seized by the British navy and only one man could help her secure his release. He was James Devereaux, Duke of Langley. He could have any woman he wanted--but Tess sparked in him a raging duel of loyalties.
Release on 2007-05-08 | by Patricia Klinger Schrope
Author: Patricia Klinger Schrope
Pubpsher: Author House
Category: Biography & Autobiography
Bernie Siegel, M.D. author Love, Magic & Mud Pies writes “This is a book with a heart. We who have not lived the experience are tourists and can not understand. A Child of the King shares the life of a native who survived the wounds related to the death of her child from cancer and shows us how we can heal and turn charcoal into a diamond under the pressure of life. We are all wounded and so can learn from Pat Schrope’s life and experience how to survive, ultimately thrive and learn that love is the only thing of permanence.” I have long said that it would be fine with me if my obituary someday would read simply, Pat Schrope, Mother. The word defines me, and Mothering is what I have done best in my life. Even while addressing my dog I often say, “Come to The Mother” or “The Mother loves you.” I am, above all, a mother. My world was shattered when my daughter, Tracy, contracted a cancer despicable enough to invade a child. Four years later, at age ten, the disease claimed my little girl. Thank God I was still a mother and nevertheless could sweetly embrace and cleave to my youngest daughter, then only eight. Tracy’s story was begun as a loving reminiscence for her little sister. I wanted us to remember EVERYTHING. I wanted us to be able to celebrate and preserve Tracy with these words. After awhile I began to see an opportunity to offer help and inspiration to many others who are dealt illnesses and worse, the loss of their dear children. I realized that I was uniquely qualified to share much in regard to what helped us get through it. Further, we were given the way to transcend the sorrow and to after all, endure. A Child of the King is not always sad. It is quite naturally a heartwarming story that will reveal how we coped with tragedies in our lives. In the midst of turmoil we liberally sprinkled fun, joy, delight and diversion. Tracy was like a comedienne who could laugh in the face of adversity. I promise that she will lift your spirit and transform you if you let her come into your heart. To God be the glory-great things He hath done!
How much love exists between a Father and his daughter? More than can ever be imagined the sad part is often we don’t realize the depth of that love until their gone. Friday’s Child is a tribute to my father Glenn Goodson. Who was born on a Friday and died on a Friday. He was a lot of things: A christian, A son, a brother, a husband, a grandfather, a father-in-law, a brother-in-law, a friend, a war hero, a fireman. But most of all, he was my Daddy! I miss him and love him with all my heart.