Sophie and Lydia Westlake have always been close, and think of each other as sisters, despite the fact that they are really cousins. Sophie has always been the prettier, more light-hearted younger sister, whilst Lydia has grown up in her shadow, and is more serious and reserved. But until dashing young architect Christian Mellor arrives in town on the day of the annual summer fete, their differences had never mattered. Both girls immediately fall for Christian's charms as he becomes a regular visitor to the family home, having been commissioned to do some building work for their father. Sophie marries Christian, blissfully unaware of her sister's secret passion for her husband. Lydia is devastated and tells no-one how she really feels. But cannot let go of her feelings for Christian, especially when Sophie confides that she is unhappy in the marriage.

Sometimes getting lost is the only way to find your way home . . . I'm grateful for many things-my work, my apartment, my amazing friends. But after that night years ago, I'm left with an aching weight I can't escape. And it's keeping me from living and loving the way I desperately want. So when a ruggedly handsome cop pulls me over, I'm shocked by what just the sight of him does to me-stirring up feelings I didn't think were possible again. Cayden Sinclair is undoubtedly one of the good guys. A former Marine who's so sexy I can't seem to keep my hands to myself. But there are things I'm not ready to share, things that could change everything between us. Cayden deserves to have the life he's always wanted-which means walking away from him. But I don't know if I'll ever find the strength to let him go . . .

My husband, Mark, had always suffered from depression, but during the winter and spring of 2008 it began to get worse. After he went missing for twenty-five hours, a frantic search began—and ended when Mark was found dead in his car. My three kids and I struggled to cope with our loss; the pain was unbearable. For the past seven years I have been on a journey that has taken me through tragedy and spiritual healing. Through a series of events, I was drawn to Lily, a gifted medium. From that point on, my life changed completely. I learned things I would have never thought possible—such as the fact that life continues after death. I learned Mark was in the gray space and hadn’t gone into the light. I also learned I had another purpose, or, as Lily put it, “the divine has a greater purpose for you, and you’re the best candidate to help those who are in between realms.” Through this incredible journey of loss and survival, I found this undying faith in the heart of darkness—recognizing this as Mark’s gift.

1948: Daisy Driscoll is working as a qualified Sister in Brighton. The war may be over, but Daisy's heart is in turmoil. Abandoned in childhood and haunted by the experience of her first marriage, Daisy no longer trusts anyone. Convinced the roots of her identity lie in India, and desperate to find the truth, Daisy leaps at the chance to leave her lonely life behind when her friend Grayson Harte travels to the East on business. As she uncovers long-hidden secrets about the family she never knew, will she be able to put the past behind her and find happiness after all?

By this point in our lives (my target readers) we've all heard the old adage "You can't go home." But what does it mean? As life winds down and the drone of existence begins to wane, I'm feeling an intangible desire or need to reach back into my past and reconnect with a by-gone time and people...living and/or dead. It feels like an elusive melody that seems distantly familiar, yet strange and unidentifiable. If all the above sounds like a premonition of the inevitable, I agree and accept that my time is ticking away. But it's not about dying...it's about going home! I'm not afraid of dying, but I do struggle with the reality that I will no longer physically exist. I have to wonder if the term "going home" isn't a misnomer and maybe...just maybe, we're trying to return to "Neverland" (Fridays With Landon). When we were very young we searched for that elusive, utopian community...and studies have shown that in our declining years, we slowly revert to our childhood. Another line-of-thought is that it's all just a mirage. We know and accept that a man can be dying of thirst, in the middle of the driest desert, and his mind will anesthetize him by creating the illusion of an oasis. If we can acknowledge that phenomenon (the mind's coping mechanism) then it shouldn't be much of a stretch to reason that the elderly possess those same innate coping capabilities...to ease their journey home. Of course their mirage would be about "going home"...not to a place, but to another time. What is the driver for this (apparently) universal pilgrimage? I have to wonder, even compare it to an addict's motivation (The Path to Addiction)...one more trip down that path of pleasant memories even as the host is being sacrificed.

Two people find themselves crossing paths again after many years--and discovering a new love--in these two full-length novels. Includes Stay . . . Reissue.

Gay middle-aged hit men, a pathological interior designer, an idiot savant child and a gun-toting donut shop manager are some of the disparate characters that populate Stan Rogal's first novel. Beginning at vastly different points, geographically and emotionally, these seemingly unconnected people are woven together in the taut fabric of a story that follows the sweet sadness of the search for lost youth. The characters' paths move together gradually until they ultimately converge in an explosive showdown in a sleazy, road-side motel parking lot in Magog, Quebec. Peppered with beauty, absurdity and Rogal's typical rapid-fire dialogue, The Long Drive Home makes for a wonderfully disturbing read.

This is a true story. It had to be; that was an edict handed down by Godyes, that God, the Supreme Authority, the Creator of heaven and earth and everything else. The God of Thou shall not bear false witness. So let me tell you about the family God placed me in. First, Neil Diamond isnt really my father. No kidding, right? But knowing that Neil Diamond isnt my father also meant knowing that my mother lived with a significant mental illness. How are you supposed to go back to the beginning and find your way once youve realized the map youve been following is not only illusory, it isnt even your own illusion?

Family and faith come first in this uplifting inspirational romance from the bestselling author of The Baby Inheritance. Some paths need courage to follow . . . Can they find their fresh start with roadblocks around every corner? To care for her orphaned nieces and nephews, Daisy Anderson moved to a small town for a new deputy position—but now her job could be eliminated. With potential budget cuts looming, her only hope is to work with police chief Mitch Rainbolt to save their department’s funds. But can their fight for her job lead to something neither dared wish for: a future together?

Daisy Lee Monroe thought she'd brushed the dust of Lovett, Texas, off her high-heeled shoes years ago, but she's come back home only to find that little has changed. Her sister is still crazy, and her mom still has pink plastic flamingos in her front yard. And Jackson Lamott Parrish, the bad boy she'd left behind, is still so sexy it hurts. She'd like nothing better than to avoid this particular man, but she can't. Daisy has something to say to Jackson, and she's not going anywhere until he listens. Jackson learned his lesson about Daisy the hard way, and now the only word he's interested in hearing from Daisy's red lips is good-bye. But she's popping up everywhere, and he doesn't believe in coincidence. It seems the only way to keep her quiet is with his mouth, but kissing Daisy had once been his downfall. Is he strong enough to resist her now? Strong enough to watch her walk out of his life again? Is he strong enough to make her stay?