After a strange and alarming phone call from her elderly uncle Pete gets abruptly cut off, kindergarten teacher Betsy McGovern returns to her hometown of Eagle Point, Maine. She soon learns that her beloved uncle Pete and godmother, Lily Mae Warren, the lighthouse keeper of Eagle Point Light, have been kidnapped. Eagle Point sheriff Francis Willette helps Betsy unravel the puzzling family secrets and shocking local murders that welcome her home. Betsy and the handsome sheriff sort out the clues to the case while they sort out the feelings they have for each other. Betsy also has to keep Eagle Point Light burning. Watching her back might not be a bad idea, either. With two dead bodies and no solid suspects, Betsy and Francis frantically work to solve the case and bring Betsy's loved ones home before they become the final victims in an elaborate scheme to keep past secrets hidden.

At long last, Book 8 in the Once Upon a Wedding series has arrived! Raised almost as a sister in a duke's household, Betsy Lawton has let the duchess' love of fairytale endings lead her to believe she has a chance at true love with a man far above her station. Betsy Lawton, the governess' daughter, dares to give her heart to an earl. When he crushes it under his heel to marry according to his family's expectations, she turns her back on England and departs for America, where rank and station are no impediment to her dreams. Not that Betsy desires true love any longer. Instead she will be the mail order bride of a lighthouse keeper. It is the lighthouse she will love, she vows. Matthew Thigpen had always regretted not fighting hard enough to marry the woman he loved, despite her lack of rank and family. But now he needs to find her. The woman he jilted is the only woman who will understand his predicament and keep his daughter safe. Now a widow, Betsy must marry again to keep her job at her beloved lighthouse. Matthew offers her a devil's bargain that will allow her to keep her job at the lighthouse she loves and keep his daughter safe as well. But is his bargain worth the lighthouse, if he breaks her heart all over again?

She wasnt a dog anyone wanted. Bald from the nape of her neck to the tip of her tail, she was a scrawny little black dog with little to recommend herself to anyone other than the little tricks she used to perform to amuse people. A loser dog. But then, I wasnt a person anyone wanted either. A loser in the eyes of the world. A neer do well named Jamie Fairchild, who, at the age of forty-one, had tried his luck in many places and invariably had failed. For twenty years, I had become a stranger even to the members of my own immediate family. I didnt want a dog. I wasnt even looking for one. But God has a way of intervening, regardless of our hopes, dreams, and personal wills, not necessarily giving one what one wants but what one needs. Th ey tole me you needed me, Betsy told me. Who told you? My superior offi cers, she smiled, elevating her chin toward heaven. Th ings hasnt been goin so well with ya these past twenty years. I hear tell ya had big dreams once, but you went bust, was homeless jes like me fer awhiles. I also hear tell them folks of yourn aint much of a family. But then, mine twerent neither. I hears ya likes adventure, aint afeerd of takin risks. I aint either. I also hear tell ya likes to perform. I does too. But ya lost your confi dence along the way. Well, Im here to give it back to ya. Before long, Betsy was putting me through my paces. Ah-ten-tion! shed bark at me. Th ats what our C.O. always barked at the fellas I worked with in New Guinea. Saunders was his name. Man, he was a doll, but he could also be one mean sonofabitch, let me tell ya. When Saunders barked them orders, them guys all shot up straight as ramrods. Shoulders up, ass in, chest out. Now, lissen up, Pop. Ah-ten-tion! Git that chin up! What goods it doin hangin down thataways on your collarbone? Well, no one would be able to cuff me under it if its hanging down. Lissen, Pop, she would say. No ones gonna cuff you under the chin. And if they does, Ill take care of em so good, they wont need to wear no shoes! No one messes with a Marine. Not if they know whats good for em. Now lissen up! Chin up! Shoulders back! Ass in! Awkward as these unaccustomed positions felt to me, I complied with her commands. Yeah, her muzzle widened into a grin. Th ats more like it, Daddy. If Betsy had set me onto the road of physical exercise, she also corrected my posture. If it hadnt been for the disciplines that she imposed upon me, Id now be a walking question mark. Why are ya walkin with your shoulders down on your chest? shed bark. You wanna be a hunchback one day? No, I said. Th en stand straight and stop hangin your head, she said. How are ya ever goin to see where youre a-goin lookin down at the ground all the time? You look at the ground when you sniff , Id say. Yeah, but thats only to get the smell of direction. Its in the dog world what you call a map in the human one. But ya caint go nowheres by always lookin at the map. Time comes when youve gotta keep your eye on the road. Th is was the army now, and I had become Private Jamie to Sergeant Betsy. When I would slump down into that easy chair, one of whose armrests she had completely disemboweled, and had sunk into those pointless ruminations about what I should or should not have done so many years before, Betsy would approach my feet and deposit at them the tug o war rope, fall back on her rear haunches, her big brown eyes shining with excited anticipation, her muzzle dropped open in an eager smile. Come on, Dad, lets play. Oh, please, not now, Betsy, Id say. Oh yes, now, she insisted. Come on. What goods settin there goin over things you caint do nuthin bout? When you does stuff like this, youre like me when a fl ea gets on my tail and I keep tryin to bite it off of it, but the more I turns around, that tail jes keep gittin further away from me. Memories is like fl eas, Dad. You chew on em too long, they gets your tail sore. Ya gotta keep your eye on your star. Th eres one up yonder thats yourn and yourn alone. Keep your eye on it, and it wont be forgettin ya. You jes take a hold on my tail, Pop, and Ill take ya to your highest dreams.

From Grand Manan to Mount Desert to the Isles of Shoals on the New Hampshire border, sixty-eight lighthouses stand along the coast of Maine and her rivers. In his conversational way, Bill Caldwell leads his readers on a historical tour of nearly all the Maine lighthouses. In Caldwell's hands the legends, lore, and history of the impressive signals come to life. Maine's lighthouses are symbols of it's proud maritime heritage, and of a way of life that has long passed. Who better to pass on the traditions than master story-teller Bill Caldwell. In addition to numerous books about Maine, Bill Caldwell wrote regular columns for the Portland Press Herald and the Maine Sunday Telegram. He was an ardent sailor, and his sixteen years sailing among the Maine islands gave him a unique insight into Maine's people and culture. He died at his home in Arizona in January 2001.

No one is better qualifed to help with the writing process than a passionate editor with years of experience. Betsy Lerner, one of the most admired of American book editors, is such a one - and in this book she shares her editorial wisdom and provides a unique insider's understanding of the publishing process. From her long experience working with successful writers and discovering new voices, Betsy Lerner looks at different writer personality types; addresses the concerns of writers just getting started as well as those stalled mid-career; and describes the publishing process from the thrill of acquisition to the agony of the remainder table. Written with insight, humour and great common sense, this is the ultimate survival kit for writers everywhere.

Learn all about New England's many lighthouses with the newly updated and expanded The Lighthouse Handbook: New England 4th Edition. Learn all about New England's many lighthouses with the newly updated and expanded The Lighthouse Handbook: New England 4th Edition. Explore the living history of New England's lighthouses with the original lighthouse field guide, perfect for daytrips or planning your next adventure. New England's foremost Lighthouse's authority Jeremy D'Entremont explores each of New England's lighthouses and their history with the trained precision of an expert in this definitive guide. The newly updated 4th edition adds new profiles, more fun facts, and even visiting guides to help you plan your next lighthouse trip in style.

Thinking Skills, second edition, is the only endorsed book offering complete coverage of the Cambridge International AS and A Level syllabus.

“Lighthouses are a reflection of the human spirit and a mirror to our past.”—from the Introduction No symbol is more synonymous with Wisconsin’s rich maritime traditions than the lighthouse. These historic beacons conjure myriad notions of a bygone era: romance, loneliness, and dependability; dedicated keepers manning the lights; eerie tales of haunted structures and ghosts of past keepers; mariners of yesteryear anxiously hoping to make safe haven around rocky shorelines. If these sentinels could talk, imagine the tales they would tell of ferocious Great Lakes storms taking their toll on vessels and people alike. In this fully updated edition of Wisconsin Lighthouses, Ken and Barb Wardius tell those tales, taking readers on an intimate tour of lighthouses on Lake Superior, Lake Michigan, and Lake Winnebago. Both delightful storytellers and accomplished photographers, the couple complement their engaging text with more than 100 stunning color photographs, along with dozens of archival photos, maps, documents, and artifacts. Detailed “how to get there” directions, up-to-the-minute status reports on each light, and sidebars on everything from lighthouse vocabulary to the often lonely lives of lightkeepers make this the definitive book on Wisconsin’s lighthouses.