Five sisters from the small farming community of Virgil, Illinois reminisce about growing up together.

From the acclaimed author of Boyfriend Material comes a delightfully witty romance featuring a reserved duke who's betrothed to one twin and hopelessly enamoured of the other. Valentine Layton, the Duke of Malvern, has twin problems: literally. It was always his father's hope that Valentine would marry Miss Arabella Tarleton. But, unfortunately, too many novels at an impressionable age have caused her to grow up...romantic. So romantic that a marriage of convenience will not do and after Valentine's proposal she flees into the night determined never to set eyes on him again. Arabella's twin brother, Mr. Bonaventure "Bonny" Tarleton, has also grown up...romantic. And fully expects Valentine to ride out after Arabella and prove to her that he's not the cold-hearted cad he seems to be. Despite copious misgivings, Valentine finds himself on a pell-mell chase to Dover with Bonny by his side. Bonny is unreasonable, overdramatic, annoying, and...beautiful? And being with him makes Valentine question everything he thought he knew. About himself. About love. Even about which Tarleton he should be pursuing.

What do you do when your personal life is as dull as a butter knife? Ready to shake things up, Brandy Douglas takes off on a spontaneous adventure. On her way to Las Vegas, things don’t go quite as expected. Instead, she finds herself in Dallas, in the arms of a sexy cowboy who gives her a little something extra to remember him by. Once back home, Brandy’s forced to make choices that will forever change her life. At forty, she’s not so sure she’s ready to start over. Can her sexy cowboy convince her otherwise?

The best thing a Father can do for his children, is love their mother. Our Dad did just that for 61 years before our Mother's death in 2008. They raised six of us during their life together. Since Mom's death our Dad has done some writing about his life. The document he has produced is what I am using as a guide to record and publish the story of his life and our family. My sister Patricia took the time to type most of Dad's memoir. If Dad and Patty had not put in all that effort this book would not have been written.

Fluffy McWhiskers is so cute that anyone who sees her instantly explodes, making it difficult for the little cat to find a single friend.

One morning, Eddie wakes up and hears her little sister say these words: birthday--mama--present--fluffy--little--squishy. Worried that her sister will find one before she does, Eddie runs off on a hunt. But where should she begin? At the neighborhood shops, maybe? Eddie's search, magical and entirely her own, leads her just where she needs to go.

A porcupine named Fluffy is happier with his name after he meets a similarly misnamed rhinoceros. OThe humor is just absurd enough to make the picture-book set howl along with Hippo and Fluffy."N"The New York Times Book Review." Full color.

Seńor Fluffy is accustom to butlers and housekeepers, being carried from place to place. traveling the world, eating and drinking the best of the best. So when his human decides abruptly to leave for NYC he is not having it.

Emily and I are friends. When I go to visit her in Indiana, we go to church and bible studies together. Emily plays the organ or piano for churches, bible study groups, nursing homes, parties, and home gatherings. I get to go with her and help her sing. It is always fun to visit with her and her cotton ball fluffy-puffy white puppies. We go for walks in the apple orchard. They like to go for rides in the truck, sing, bark, play with toys, dig in the dirt, run after other animals, and bark-bark-bark. They are very lovable, fluffy, and soft.

An all-new STANDALONE from New York Times bestselling author Julia KentIt all started with the wrong Help Wanted ad. Of course it did.I'm a professional fluffer. It's NOT what you think. I stage homes for a living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits.Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I'll wait.See? That's the problem. My career has used the term "fluffer" for decades. I didn't even know there was a more... lascivious definition of the term.Until it was too late.The ad for a "professional fluffer" on Craigslist seemed like divine intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was desperate. Rent was due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day. The perfect job!Staging homes means showing your best angle. The same principle applies in making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a "fluffer" doesn't arrange decorative pillows on a couch.They arrange other soft, round-ish objects.The job isn't hard. Er, I mean, it is -- it's about being hard. Or, well... helping other people to be hard.Oh, man...And that's the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the movie set. Will Lotham - my high school crush. The owner of the house where we're filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental.By the time the cops show up, what I thought was just a great house staging gig turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with an undressed star, Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in my own naivete.My job turned out to be so much harder than I expected. But you know what's easier than I ever imagined?Having all my dreams come true.