“A deeper, more mature love story . . . written with the deft characterization and emotional richness which are already a hallmark of Ms. Baxter’s books” (Home on Deranged). Sally Cummings has had it tougher than most but, if nothing else, it’s taught her to grab opportunity with both hands. And, when she stands looking into the eyes of her new husband, Peter, on her perfect wedding day, it seems her life is finally on the up. That is until a car crash puts her in a coma and throws her entire future into question. In the following months, a small part of Sally’s consciousness begins to return, allowing her to listen in on the world around her—although she has no way to communicate. But Sally was never going to let a little thing like a coma get in the way of her happily ever after . . . “This story has twist and turns, lies and truth, reality and possibility all messed up in a delightful tale . . . A unique love story that will stay with you long after the final page.” —Keeper Bookshelf “Absolutely wonderful writing, highly readable, really enjoyable, and I was quite blown away by the story—unmissable.” —Being Anne “The story has just the right amount of conflict, love and remorse and these all come together to make a wonderful read . . . A richness of characters and plot which are seldom found in a contemporary romance.” —Long and Short Reviews

Callum - Long gone are the days of war, when I raised my sword and fought alongside my people, against wicked, greedy souls of our vampire kind. We were victorious over those who stood against us, and King Felipe took his rightful spot on the throne. He appointed a Coven Master for each region to watch over, guide, and protect our people. He named me Coven Master of my hometown of Beckenridge, Scotland because of my strength, instincts, and fairness. Our village is made up of stone cottages we built ourselves, and is nestled between scenic heathered hills. It holds many businesses where my coven members work and thrive. We're happy and safe here, and for over a century, we've lived at peace. That all changed two days ago when my coven held a Highland Games exhibition to celebrate Prince Dante's visit and the bonding of two of my security guards, Flynn and Fletcher. Crowds gathered from all around to watch the events, adding excitement, energy, and unfortunately, danger into the mix. A gunman fired a shot at Ben, the prince's consort, but his bodyguard Sam pushed him to safety and took the bullet. In the chaos of the moment, I was caught off guard by something I'd waited half a millennium for; the faint, sweet scent of my mate. Somewhere in the screaming, rushing crowd was the man whom Fate granted to me to love, cherish and protect for all of eternity. Unfortunately, I couldn't search for him; my friends' lives were hanging in the balance and I had to get them to safety. Luckily, everyone survived the ordeal, but all traces of my mate vanished in the wind. I hate the gunman for everything he took from me, and it's for that reason I've put off interrogating him; I'm afraid I can't be fair and unbiased when I hear his side of the story. But I know I can't put it off any longer; I need to get answers for Dante and Sam. When I finally step into the shooter's prison cell, I'm met with the sight of a small man cowering in the corner...and the overwhelming scent of my mate. *This book is the first in a spinoff series following "The Javier Coven", and I strongly recommend reading those books before beginning this story. This M/M paranormal romance is for readers 18 and up! It contains no cliffhangers or cheating, and has a very happy HEA. It features steamy scenes between a sexy vampire and his fated mate, loads of teeth tingling sweetness, and just a touch of gore.

After he is injured in a car accident, NBA star Toby Holmes must turn to his next love--music--and a childhood friend who will reopen his eyes to the excitement which life and love have to offer. Original.

NATIONAL BESTSELLER • The first book in the sexy, emotionally charged Stark trilogy—a romance between a powerful man who’s never heard “no” and a fiery woman who says “yes” on her own terms Wealthy, powerful, and exceedingly dangerous, Damien Stark wants to own me. . . . Or at least my likeness. He’s offered me one million dollars to pose for a nude portrait that will become the diamond of his private art collection. And I need the money. Bad. But it soon becomes obvious that this deal is too good to be true, and that Mr. Stark wants much more from me than I ever planned on giving. Except now I just might want him as much as he wants me. Some say he’s a killer, that this game of seduction could lead to my demise. . . . But what if it’s worth the risk? BONUS: This edition includes excerpts from J. Kenner's Claim Me and Say My Name. Don’t miss any of the Stark Saga, intended for mature audiences. Begin your journey with RELEASE ME, CLAIM ME, & COMPLETE ME

In a book with foldout pages, Monica's father fulfills her request for the moon by taking it down after it is small enough to carry, but it continues to change in size.

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author J. Kenner comes a new story in her Stark series… I am Damien Stark. From the outside, I have a perfect life. A billionaire with a beautiful family. But if you could see inside my head, you’d know I’m as f-ed up as a person can be. Now more than ever. I’m driven, relentless, and successful, but all of that means nothing without my wife and daughters. They’re my entire world, and I failed them. Now I can barely look at them without drowning in an abyss of self-recrimination. Only one thing keeps me sane—losing myself in my wife’s silken caresses where I can pour all my pain into the one thing I know I can give her. Pleasure. But the threats against my family are real, and I won’t let anything happen to them ever again. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe—pay any price, embrace any darkness. They are mine. I am Damien Stark. Do you want to see inside my head? Careful what you wish for.

First Published in 1999. This is the first supplement to the initial SongCite publication and serves as an index to recently published collections of popular songs. 201 music books have been included, with over 6,500 different compositions listed. The vast majority of the collections is comprised entirely of vocal music, although, on occasion, instrumental works have been included.

A dazzlingly original and ambitious book on the history of female self-portraiture by one of today's most well-respected art critics. Her story weaves in and out of time and place. She's Frida Kahlo, Loïs Mailou Jones and Amrita Sher-Gil en route to Mexico City, Paris or Bombay. She's Suzanne Valadon and Gwen John, craving city lights, the sea and solitude; she's Artemisia Gentileschi striding through the streets of Naples and Paula Modersohn-Becker in Worpswede. She's haunting museums in her paint-stained dress, scrutinising how El Greco or Titian or Van Dyck or Cézanne solved the problems that she too is facing. She's railing against her corsets, her chaperones, her husband and her brothers; she's hammering on doors, dreaming in her bedroom, working day and night in her studio. Despite the immense hurdles that have been placed in her way, she sits at her easel, picks up a mirror and paints a self-portrait because, as a subject, she is always available. Until the twentieth century, art history was, in the main, written by white men who tended to write about other white men. The idea that women in the West have always made art was rarely cited as a possibility. Yet they have - and, of course, continue to do so - often against tremendous odds, from laws and religion to the pressures of family and public disapproval. In The Mirror and the Palette, Jennifer Higgie introduces us to a cross-section of women artists who embody the fact that there is more than one way to understand our planet, more than one way to live in it and more than one way to make art about it. Spanning 500 years, biography and cultural history intertwine in a narrative packed with tales of rebellion, adventure, revolution, travel and tragedy enacted by women who turned their back on convention and lived lives of great resilience, creativity and bravery.

Standing at that magical place where sand meets sea, you likely have imagined putting a message in a bottle, consigning it to the waves, hoping it might some day reach another shore, and then not only be read but, incredibly across space and time, make a difference in other lives now connected to your own. It has happened to me, and I must sing of it. In the autumn of 1966 I let the waves carry off a poempassed around to students, family and friends, no need for even my name on it. Its message was simple: Keep heart, you are not alone; love, stronger than strong walls, will come, helping your heart in hiding grow wings, feeble perhaps at first, but wings! Word astoundingly began to come back in 1969, and has continued since, that Please Hear What Im Not Saying was indeed reaching other shores, across space and time was indeed making a difference in other lives. What follows attests to the power of words from the heart to touch other hearts, sometimes even to change other lives. Read on. You, too, will sing of it.