Mrs. Wilkes' Boardinghouse Cookbook: Recipes and Recollections from Her Savannah Table

From Publishers Weekly Ninety-four year old Sema Wilkes has been running her boardinghouse in Savannah, Ga., since 1943, cooking up traditional Southern favorites biscuits, collard greens, hush puppies for a clientele of gentlemen farmers, Girl Scouts and Yankee tourists. Indeed, the remembrances of Mrs. Wilkes and her family and friends are so entertaining that the book is best approached as a memoir/oral history interrupted by recipes for soups, casseroles, fried delights and desserts. The book vividly portrays a few of the eatery's more irregular regulars, including one Spanish Civil War veteran who, always arriving via tricycle, ate there every weekday for three decades. Equally well-rendered are the strong women who have helped Mrs. Wilkes in the kitchen throughout the years, including the late Mildred Capers, who judged the doneness of her fried chicken by the sound of the oil in the fryer. But it's not clear how some of these dishes would fare outside of Mrs. Wilkes's delightful environs; the Fried Chicken recipe lists the needed ingredients: flour, evaporated milk, salt and pepper, but obviously, it is the context Southern hospitality, fresh ingredients and an experienced kitchen staff that make it special. Also, a few oddities included in the book would have perhaps been best left on the boardinghouse table a Tango Salad, for instance, with lemon gelatin, canned pineapple and pimentos. Nevertheless, this is a delightful homage to Southern life. (May)Forecast: The continuing interest in Southern food, along with an ecstatic blurb from Craig Claiborne, should help this book's sales. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information, Inc. From Library Journal Sema Wilkes has presided over her Savannah, GA, dining room for 68 years. At age 94, she still tastes every dish before it comes out of the kitchen, but now there are three other generations of her family working in the restaurant. Although "Mrs. Wilkes' " was originally a typical boardinghouse, feeding only its dozen or so roomers, good food was always her focus, and it became a restaurant soon after she took over in the 1940s. Today, there are lines around the block of people waiting to taste her Southern food at least 13 different dishes at every meal and "the boardinghouse" has a national reputation. But the cooking is much as it always was (one of her cooks has been there since the1950s): Buttermilk Chicken, Corn Pudding, the biscuits that Craig Claiborne described as "one of the greatest things, ever, to happen" in his life. Coauthor Edge's readable text provides the history of the restaurant and the people involved in it. Recommended for all regional American cooking collections. Copyright 2001 Reed Business Information, Inc. Review “Captures the essence of Southern fare.” —Restaurant Hospitality “[Mrs. Wilkes' biscuits are] one of the greatest things, ever, to happen in my life.” —Craig Claiborne“[At Mrs. Wilkes'] the guests look in amazement as big platters of crisp, fried chicken and plenty of it, are set down on the white oilcloth. Then come feathery biscuits, generous squares of cornbread, tender okra simmered with tomatoes, pickled beets, candied yams, pitchers of sweetened ice tea.” —Boston Globe“Certainly down-home food is not news to regulars at such enduring American establishments as Mrs. Wilkes' Boardinghouse in Savannah, where guests sit at community lunch tables and help themselves from ten to twelve bowls and platters of meats, salads, and vegetables.” —Time“A meal at Mrs. Wilkes' is reminiscent of dinner at Grandma's.” —Esquire About the Author SEMA WILKES was born in 1907 to Georgia farmers who grew tobacco, cured hams, smoked sausages, and otherwise worked hard to get by. As the oldest of four children, all orphaned, she learned to cook out of necessity. Married at 16, a mother at 21, relocated to Savannah in the name of the war effort at 35, Sema went to work at Mrs. Dixon’s Boardinghouse. Three years later, in 1943, she took over the boardinghouse and began building what would become her legacy. She lived in Savannah, Georgia, until her death in 2002. Read more

Fashions of the Old South Coloring Book (Dover Fashion Coloring Book)

About the Author One of the leading authorities on fashion history, Tom Tierney created over 150 paper doll books for Dover Publications. With subjects ranging from U.S. Presidents to popular movie stars, Mr. Tierney's books are famous for being carefully researched and meticulously rendered. His releases are prized by fashion professionals, collectors, and paper doll lovers all over the world.

The Home School Source Book

Review "The nicest thing about this book is that it is not only thorough, but engaging, warm, friendly, encouraging, and reassuring." -- Marsha Ransom, author of The Complete Idiot's Guide to Homeschooling About the Author Jean Reed successfully homeschooled her four children with her husband, Donn. She has contributed to The Homeschooling Book of Answers and Homeschool Open House. She lives in Bridgewater, Maine, and Knowlesville, New Brunswick. Donn Reed is the author of the first two editions of The Home School Source Book.

The Ultimate Bread Machine Cookbook

Color Your Own Still Life Paintings (Dover Art Coloring Book)

The Victorian House Coloring Book

From the Back Cover Open this book and you'll soon find yourself immersed in the wonderful gingerbread world of Victorian architecture and interior design. From a nostalgic introduction by John Philip Sousa III to the charming original illustrations of Daniel Lewis, The Victorian House Coloring Book invites children and colorists to re-create the furnishings, color schemes, and rich decorations of a lovely Victorian home.Comprising a complete household tour, these beautifully authentic illustrations depict the exterior, attic, front hallway, parlor, library, dining room, kitchen, three bedrooms, bathroom (including a water closet), and basement. In addition, a delightful double-page spread shows the garden with a gazebo.Typical of Victorian-era house, which often combined several architectural styles, the house shown here blends a simple Italianate exterior with such Second Empire features as a mansard roof and dormer windows. Other styles often featured in such homes include Queen Anne and Romanesque revivals, Carpenter Gothic and Stick, and Eastlake.A well-researched and informative text by Kristin Helberg accompanies each illustration, commenting on furnishings and architectural details and providing insight into the historical background and everyday life of the era. Dollhouse buffs, who consistently prefer the Victorian style to all others, will welcome this handsome book, while designers and illustrators will be especially pleased that all the illustrations are royalty free.

Grave Situation (Detective Allan Stanton Book 1)

Workbook for Milady Standard Esthetics: Fundamentals

About the Author The Premier Source for Education Resources in Cosmetology, Esthetics, Barbering, Nail Technology, Makeup, Massage Therapy, Salon & Spa Management and Business Training. Serving the Beauty and Wellness Industry since 1927.

Have You Filled a Bucket Today? (Bucketfilling Books)

Review "Children are not the only ones that need to learn how to be truly happy. It's all in the bucket, that invisible bucket that follows you everywhere. . . teaches young readers valuable lessons about giving, sharing, and caring. This guide to daily happiness, though, is not just for kids. We all need reminders of the benefits of positive thinking and positive behavior. It's an important lesson to teach and remind us all . . . that showing kindness and appreciation of others goes a long way to making this world a happier place for everyone, including ourselves. A classic tale, beautifully told and beautifully shared." - Emily-Jane Hills Orford, Readers' Favorite Book Reviews From the Author This book was first published in 2006 to teach young children, primarily ages 4-9, how to be bucket fillers. Since then, bucket filling has spread around the world to help millions of people of all ages have happier and more rewarding lives. In this revised and updated edition, the verbs "bucket dipping" and "bullying" have replaced the nouns "bucket dipper" and "bully" to help readers understand that "bucket dipping" and "bullying" are negative behaviors (what we are doing) and not permanent labels (who we are). Readers will also learn that you can fill or dip into your own bucket.I first learned about bucket filling in a seminar for early childhood educators in the 1990s. The speaker, a brain research expert,said it is helpful to think of every person as being born with an invisible bucket. The bucket represents a person's mental and emotional health. You can't see the bucket, but it's there. She said that it is primarily the responsibility of parents and other caregivers to fill a child's bucket. When you hold, caress, nurture, touch, sing, play, and provide loving attention, safety, and care, you fill a child's bucket. Giving that love is filling buckets.In addition to being loved, children must also be taught how to love others. Children who learn how to express kindness and love lead happier lives. When you care about others and show that love by what you say and do, you feel good and you fill your own bucket, too.As you read this book with children, use it as an opportunity to model this concept by filling their buckets. Tell them why they are special to you. Help them imagine whose bucket they might fill and what they could say or do to fill a bucket. Tell them whose bucket you filled that day. Practice with them to become daily bucket fillers. Very quickly they will experience the pride and joy of filling buckets.Learn more about bucket filling through our website, bucketfillers101.com, and be sure to sign up for our free e-newsletter,BUCKET FILLOSOPHY® 101. Keep filling buckets and your bucket will always be full. From the Back Cover This heartwarming book encourages positive behavior by using the concept of an invisible bucket to show children how easy and rewarding it is to express kindness, appreciation and love by "filling buckets.Updated and revised, this 10th anniversary edition will help readers better understand that "bucket dipping" is a negative behavior, not a permanent label. It also explains that it's possible to fill or dip into our own buckets. For more information on bucket filling and free downloadables and resources, visit bucketfillers101.com. About the Author Carol McCloud, the "Bucket Lady," is the author of ten books, which began with the ever-popular Have You Filled a Bucket Today? A Guide to Daily Happiness for Kids in 2006. By trade, Carol is a speaker, author, and certified emotional intelligence trainer. Her books have sold nearly three million copies in English and have been translated into many different languages. A champion for bucket filling, Carol works with a powerful team who strive to help all ages grow in kindness, self-control, resilience, and forgiveness, all leading to a happier life. For more information, visit bucketfillers101.com. Read more

Covered Bridge Charm

Review "Uncertainty merges with tenacity in a story of resourcefulness to bring joy to one lonely heart while spilling love across the pages in the process. Readers caring for aging friends and family will spot themselves in the fervent quest to solve the mystery and uncover delight." -Olivia Newport, author of Amish Turns of Time historical fictionChristner’s (“Plain City Bridesmaids” series) well-crafted, small-town setting and endearingly quirky characters will engage fans of Amish fiction, particularly those who like Margaret Brownley. Readers in search of an enchanting romance will enjoy following the blossoming relationship between Carly and Adam. ― Library Journal Published On: 2016-02-01Carly is a fun protagonist that readers quickly fall for. Her quirky, strong willed character is a breath of fresh air, and her compassion is endearing. The relationship she has with Adam Lapp is both humorous and frustrating, and while readers root for them to end up together, the  novel is not predictable enough to know if that is what is going to happen. Overall a quick, lovely novel that leaves readers with a smile. -- Sarah Frobisher ― RT Book Reviews Published On: 2016-03-01 Fans of Christian Amish romance fiction will like Christner’s entertaining, light love story mixed with a heartwarming subplot that effectually reveals real-life aging issues some elderly experience. -- Nancy Kanafani ― CBA Retailers+Resources Published On: 2016-03-01 Book Description Carly Blosser may not match the typical description of a conservative Mennonite woman--unmarried at 27, living alone, and careening around her Oregon neighborhood on a pink bicycle--but she has a soft heart for the elderly Mennonite residents at the assisted living facility, where she works as a caregiver. Carly focuses on one lonely resident named Martha and decides to reunite her with an old flame by her 85th birthday. Soon, new clues sweep Carly in a harried race to the finish line where love is sure to be the ultimate prize. About the Author DIANNE CHRISTNER lives in New River, Arizona, where life sizzles in the summer when temperatures soar above 100 degrees as she writes from her air-conditioned home office. She enjoys the desert life, where her home is nestled in the mountains and she can watch quail and the occasional deer, bobcat, or roadrunner.   Dianne was raised Mennonite and works hard to bring authenticity to Mennonite fiction. She now worships at a community church. She’s written over a dozen novels, most of which are historical fiction. She gets caught up in research having to set her alarm to remember to switch the laundry or start dinner. But her husband of forty-plus years is a good sport. They have two married children, Mike and Rachel, and five grandchildren, Makaila, Elijah, Vanson, Ethan, and Chloe.  She welcomes you to visit her website at http://www.diannechristner.net Read more


Life Support (Santee, Book 1)

A Hopeful Heart (Hearts of the Lancaster Grand Hotel Book 1)

Review “Clipston’s series starter has a compelling drama involving faith, family and romance. Hannah’s dilemma will speak to many who have struggled with religious beliefs, and her daughter Amanda’s interest in leaving the Amish community for a career as a veterinarian opens doors for more engaging storylines to come in this absorbing series.” -- Romantic Times TOP PICK! --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. About the Author Amy Clipston is the award-winning, bestselling author of many novels, including the Kauffman Amish Bakery series and the Hearts of the Lancaster Grand Hotel books. Amy holds a degree in communication from Virginia Wesleyan College and works full-time for the city of Charlotte, North Carolina. Visit her at amyclipston.com.Amy Melissa Bentley is a professional stage and screen actress. A member of SAG-AFTRA, she has performed in Scotland, New York City, and throughout Connecticut. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

Love in Bloom: A Fresh-Start Family Romance (The Heart of Main Street Book 1)

About the Author Author of more than 90 books, including the Chatam House and Prodigal Ranch series, from Love Inspired, with listing at www.arlenejames.com and www.chatamhouseseries.com. Can be reached at POB 5582, Bella Vista, AR 72714 or deararlenejames@gmail.com . --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The pavement outside the Kansas City Airport radiated heat even though the sun had already sunk below the horizon. Tate held his nearly eight-year-old daughter's hand a little tighter and resisted the urge to shake out his long legs and hurry along as they crossed the traffic lane to the sidewalk. He pushed back the brim of his straw cowboy hat and squinted against the dying sunshine to read the signs hanging overhead."That's it down there," he said, pointing. "Baggage Claim A."They hurried in that direction, Isabella skipping ahead. The hem was coming down on the back side of her favorite purple T-shirt. He'd have to ask his mom to buy her a new one to match the embroidery on her favorite pair of jeans. Meanwhile Ms. Lily Farnsworth would just have to excuse his daughter's attire, as well as his lateness. And the heat.Lifting his hat, he mopped his forehead with his shirtsleeve. The first day of July had dawned hot and clear. He hoped that Ms. Farnsworth, being from Boston, was prepared for what she would find here in Kansas.Lily Farnsworth was the last of six new business owners to arrive, each selected by the Save Our Streets Committee, dubbed the SOS, of the town of Bygones. As a member of the committee, Tate had been asked to meet her at the airport in Kansas City, transport her to Bygones and act as her official host and contact. With the Grand Opening just a week away, most of the shop owners had been at work preparing their stores for some time already, but Ms. Farnsworth had delayed until after her sister's wedding, assuring the committee that a florist's shop required less preparation than some retail businesses. Tate hoped she was right.He still wasn't convinced that this scheme, financed by a mysterious, anonymous donor, would work. But if something didn't revive the financial fortunes of Bygones—and soon—their small town would become just another ghost town on the north central plains. Tate thought of the school where he had met his late wife and of the cemetery where he had buried her nearly eight years ago, and he ached to think of those places abandoned and forgotten, so he would do what he could to revive the community.Isabella stopped before the automatic doors and waited for him to catch up. He did so quickly, and they entered the cool building together. A pair of gleaming luggage carousels occupied the open space, both vacant. A few people milled about. Some wore uniforms of one sort or another; most just seemed to be waiting. One, a tall, slender, pretty woman with long blond hair and round tortoiseshell glasses, perched atop a veritable mountain of luggage. She wore black ballet slippers and white knit leggings beneath a gossamery blue dress with fluttery sleeves and hems. Her very long hair parted in the middle and waved about her face and shoulders. As he watched, she gathered that pale gold hair in slim-fingered hands with tiny knuckles, twisted it into a long rope and pulled it over one shoulder. Her gaze touched his then skittered away. He felt the insane urge to look closer, behind the lenses of those glasses that gave her a calm, intelligent air, but of course, he would not.For one thing, Tate Bronson did not interest himself in attractive women. For another, that could not be Lily Farnsworth. Lily Farnsworth was a florist from Boston, not a blonde—he glanced back at the woman seated on the baggage—with the air of a ballet dancer and librarian combined. He turned away, the better to resist the urge to stare, and scanned the building for anyone who might be his florist. Maybe he should have made a sign; but then, he wasn't a limo driver. He was a rancher and farmer trying to help keep his town from dying a slow, certain death. He'd have felt like an idiot standing there with a hand-lettered sign.One by one the possibilities faded away, greeted by others or disappearing on their own. Finally Isabella gave him that look that said Dad, you're being a goof again. She slipped her little hand into his, and he sighed inwardly. Of course the pretty blonde was not a ballet dancer or librarian at all. And she'd packed up half of Boston to bring with her. Even with the long-bed pickup truck out there in the parking lot, a good number of those suitcases and boxes would have to go into the backseat with Isabella. So, an idiot with or without the sign. Great. Turning, he walked the few yards to the luggage mountain and swept off his straw cowboy hat."Are you Lily Farnsworth by any chance?"A slender forefinger with a blunt tip and a knuckle so delicate it seemed made of paste came up to push those round glasses more firmly onto a nose as straight and fine as a blade. She nodded just once and rose, brushing at her filmy skirt, a clear blue like the darkly fringed eyes behind the lenses of her glasses. Her ivory-pink skin, completely devoid of cosmetics, showed a sprinkling of freckles across cheeks that bunched into pale apples when she smiled—and what a smile it was. She had perfect lips, wide and mobile, not too thin and not too thick, a luscious natural dusty pink against blindingly white, even teeth. A square-tipped chin on an oval face completed the picture."I'm Lily," she said in a voice as gossamery as her skirts. "You must be Tate Bronson. What a pleasure it is to meet you. I was expecting a grizzled old rancher, not a handsome, young…well…"She bowed her head, her blond hair flowing forward to hide her reddening face. Tate frowned, not at all liking the way his heart sped up. Yep, no sign needed. He was perfectly capable of behaving like an idiot without any props.Looking down at her comfortable flat slippers, Lily willed away the color swamping her face. Honestly, she'd gotten over this awkwardness long ago. Hadn't she? If only she hadn't been staring at him all this time, she'd have had more control of her tongue. That and fatigue had gotten the better of her. To get the best price, she'd flown from Boston to Atlanta to Kansas City, which had made for a long day. Suddenly she wished she'd taken more pains with her appearance, but why bother when she was so tall and thin and wore glasses? Men generally failed to notice her at all, and when they did, they treated her like their sisters or their maiden aunts. This one would barely even look at her. No doubt his wife was the next thing to a fashion model. A man as attractive as him would naturally marry a woman like that.Tall and muscular, with thick, dark brown hair worn so short that the circular cowlicks at his crown and the center of his forehead were clearly visible, he had smooth features and warm brown eyes in a squarish face marked by dimples even when he wasn't smiling. Given the thickness of his hair, his brows seemed surprisingly slender, and if he had a fault then it was the thinness of his lips. Or was that simply his frown?The little redheaded imp with him seemed undeterred by his scowl. She skipped forward and put out a chubby hand. "Hi! I'm Isabella. I'm seven, almost eight. How old are you?""Isabella," Tate Bronson scolded. "You don't ask a lady her age.""Why not? I'm a lady, and I told her mine.""I'm sorry," Bronson apologized, his frown softening. He really was quite attractive, especially when he wasn't frowning. "My daughter is looking forward to her birthday later this month, but that's no excuse for her being rude.""That's all right," Lily said with a smile. Switching her gaze to the girl, Lily bent forward. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabella." Dropping her voice to a stage whisper, she confessed, "I turned twenty-seven on May Day."Isabella cut her blue-eyed glance up at her father, drawling, "Twenty-seven's good. Daddy's twenty-seven. His birthday's in September. Then he'll be twenty-eight."Lily felt a jolt of surprise. Twenty-eight with an eight-year-old. That made him a very young father.Tate made an impatient sound and said, "Can we get going, please? We have a long drive ahead of us.""Oh, of course," Lily said apologetically, gathering her voluminous handbag and backpack. She slung one over each shoulder, stacked two of the smaller boxes atop one of the larger wheeled bags and prepared to haul out the lot."Wait," Tate said. "Let's do this with some organization."Feeling chastised, Lily ducked her head, her long hair sliding forward. "Okay. Uh, what would you suggest?"He pulled up the handle on one of the smaller wheeled bags and handed it to Isabella, then tossed a box onto his shoulder and snagged the handle of the larger bag from Lily, saying, "Wait here with the rest. We'll take out these and be back."Lily bit back a protest. Those were vases and other glass items balanced on his shoulder, going-away gifts from her friends in Boston, things to help her get started in Bygones. Her former employer and coworkers knew how carefully she had budgeted to make this plan feasible, even selling her beloved car to raise the necessary funds to match the grant and choosing a shop with living quarters above it to cut expenses. She had packed those particular items carefully for shipping and sent them ahead of her to be collected when she arrived at the airport; she supposed they would survive Tate Bronson, so she bit her lip and watched him walk away without saying a word. His daughter followed him, her long red curls bouncing merrily. Lily noticed idly that the hem of the child's purple T-shirt had come down, but her mind was too preoccupied with her new venture to assign any significance to that fact.While helping her sister pick out flowers for her upcoming wedding, the florist, a former employer of Lily's, had surreptitiously handed her a newspaper article about a place in Kansas taking applications for matching grants for businesses willing to locate in the small town of Bygones. The applicants had to submit a business plan, deposit funds equal to the amount of the requested grant, agree to hire locals and complete a minimum two-year residency. Failure to maintain the required residency and keep the business in operation would constitute a default, in which case, the grant would have to be repaid within five years. Knowing that Lily hated what she was currently doing for a living and much preferred the work that she'd done while attending college and graduate school—namely, floral design—this friend and former employer had encouraged Lily to apply for one of the grants.Lily had considered it answered prayer when she had been chosen as one of the grant recipients, but she hadn't told her family of her plans until the last moment. They had not taken it well. She couldn't blame them.It was one thing to find a nail in one's soup; it was another when that nail swam to the top of the bowl and climbed out. Lily was now the only florist in a family of lawyers. Oh, she had the degree and the law license, but she was not, strictly speaking, a lawyer, at least not anymore. Now she was a florist, which meant that it was door-die for her here in Kansas.Everything depended on making this work. Lily had staked everything on this scheme. Should she fail in Bygones, she would be buried in debt, and returning to her former occupation would be her only alternative, even if she wasn't very good at it. Worse, it would mean returning home to the bosom of her family, and that she did not want under any circumstances but especially not in defeat. If she was to be the maiden aunt to her sister's children, she would be so at a distance with a successful business to occupy her time and mind. She would not hang around Boston, pretending she wasn't miserable and envious, while her sister and new brother-in-law started their family, something they were eager to do.No, it was bad enough that her sister had married the man whom Lily had wanted for herself. Lily didn't have to stick around and watch them have babies, not when she so wanted babies, too. If she couldn't have a family of her own, Lily would do whatever it took to build a successful business in Bygones. That included, she reminded herself as Tate Bronson and his adorable daughter moved toward her once more, those things that went against her nature, such as speaking up. So, as he bent to take up another of her boxes, she found her voice."Uh, if you…if you could be careful."He gave her such a look, as if she were an inanimate object suddenly come to life, but he took great care stacking the boxes and hoisting them onto his shoulders. He then turned and walked away without a word. Isabella took up her backpack, chattering."I'll have to sit in the corner, but it's okay. I don't mind. Daddy shoulda left the bags of feed at home. He didn't figure you'd have so much stuff.""I see," Lily muttered. She quickly took the backpack from Isabella and shouldered it once more, then pulled up the handle on one of the medium bags. "Think you can handle that?""Uh-huh."Using both hands, Isabella began pulling the bag toward the door. Lily stacked the remaining two boxes atop the remaining suitcase and, also using both hands, began backing toward the door. They made the sidewalk before Tate returned to scoop up boxes and bags."Come on."Lily tried to explain herself as they crossed the street and trailed across the parking lot. "I, um, looked into standard shipping, but it was cheaper to check some things as luggage and send the rest as air freight, and this way I have it all on hand when I arrive. I—I'm sorry I didn't think to warn anyone that I would have extra luggage."He shrugged. "Part of my responsibilities.""Do you mind if I ask what your responsibilities are, I mean, so far as I'm concerned?""Get you there. Make sure you get set up in time for the Grand Opening.""Very good. I appreciate that."He seemed to thaw a bit then. "I'm your official contact with the committee and your host, at least through the Grand Opening reception.""Oh. All right. That's nice. Thank you.""No problem. When you're ready to hire help, I'll have a list of names for you, too.""Ah. That will be useful.""When do you think you'll be ready to hire someone, by the way?""Um, soon after the Grand Opening, I should think.""I see.""That is, if it's successful.""The town's done its part," he told her."That's good to know. What can you tell me about the town? I mean, beyond the statistics."He seemed to consider for a moment before saying, "Nothing much to tell." Lily's spirits sagged. She was tired and uncertain and hoping for a warm welcome, not this terse, tepid greeting. "You'll see soon enough," he added, stopping next to a dirty white double-cab pickup truck. He placed one of the boxes in the bed of the truck. Lily took a deep breath."Um, do you.do you think we could put those boxes inside?"He turned a surprised look on her. "You want those particular boxes inside, not the suitcases?""What's in the boxes is more valuable," she said, pushing up her glasses.He lifted his eyebrows. "Okay. If that's the way you want it.""Yes, thank you," she replied softly.He reached into his pocket and an electronic beep sounded. He opened the back door of the cab and wrestled the big suitcase to the ground then transferred boxes to the inside. It took some shifting around, but they finally got everything loaded. As soon as they were all belted into their seats, Tate behind the wheel, Lily on the front passenger side and Isabella in a booster seat behind Lily in the back, Isabella spoke up."Daddy got on the SOS 'cause we're Bronsons.""SOS?""It's short for Save Our Streets," he explained, starting the engine. "That's the name of the committee that chose the businesses that got the grants.""Yes, I remember reading that in the paperwork, but what does being Bronsons have to do with it?""Bronsons founded the town," he answered brusquely."They were brothers," Isabella volunteered, "and one of 'em runned off with the other one's sweetheart, so they hated each other.""Oh, dear," Lily murmured."They got over it," Tate stated matter-of-factly, and that was that.Lily sighed mentally. She'd imagined a sweet little town, pulling together to do something grand, not feuding founders and "nothing much to tell."Suddenly Isabella piped up from the backseat again. "Are you married?""What? Uh. No.""Daddy's not married, either."So, no fashion model wife then. That explained the falling-down hem on Isabella's T-shirt. No conscientious mother would let such a pretty little girl go out with the hem coming down on her T-shirt, or so Lily imagined. A single father, now, he probably wouldn't even notice such a thing. While Lily wondered about Isabella's mother, Isabella wondered about other things, and she wasn't the least bit shy in letting Lily know."Have you got a boyfriend?""Isabella!" Tate barked.Lily cringed. "No, I don't have a boyfriend, either.""How come?""Well, I—I just." Lily felt her face heat."Don't you want to get married and have children?" My, what a direct child. "Y-yes. Very much.""Do you like babies? I like babies.""I love babies.""My friend Bonnie has a baby sister. I want a baby sister."Lily shot a glance at Tate Bronson, who was not married. Perhaps he and Isabella's mother were divorced, and his ex-wife had remarried, and Isabella was hoping for a baby sister from that quarter. If so, that might explain the granitelike tightness of Tate's profile just then."Isabella, that's enough!" Tate ordered. "You pipe down now.""Okay, Daddy.""I mean it. Not another word.""Yes, sir."Lily sank down in her seat, feeling the undercurrents swirl around her. She didn't know Tate Bronson's story, but she knew her own.Didn't she want to get married and have children? Oh, yes. Very much. But that wasn't likely when she didn't even have a boyfriend, when she hadn't ever had a boyfriend. And why was that? Wasn't it obvious? Painfully obvious, she imagined, at least to Tate. Maybe not to his precocious daughter.She just wasn't the sort men noticed or in which they developed interest. She'd had ample proof of that already. She didn't need any more, not from Tate Bronson or anyone else.Lily turned her unseeing gaze out the quickly darkening window and prayed that she hadn't made a horrible mistake in coming to Kansas. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

Jesus Always, Padded Hardcover, with Scripture References: Embracing Joy in His Presence (a 365-Day Devotional)

About the Author Sarah Young, author of the bestselling 365-day devotionals Jesus Calling and Jesus Listens , has sold more than 40 million books worldwide. Jesus Calling has appeared on all major bestseller lists. Sarah's writings include Jesus Calling , Jesus Listens , Jesus Always , Jesus Today , Jesus Lives , Dear Jesus , Jesus Calling for Little Ones , Jesus Calling Bible Storybook, Jesus Calling: 365 Devotions for Kids , Peace in His Presence , and more, each encouraging readers in their journeys toward intimacy with Christ. Sarah and her husband were missionaries in Japan and Australia for many years. They currently live in the United States. Sarah enjoys praying daily for readers of all her books. Connect with Sarah at: Facebook.com/JesusCalling Instagram.com/JesusCalling Youtube.com/jesuscallingbook Pinterest.com/Jesus_Calling Twitter.com/Jesus_Calling

Life Everlasting (Santee, Book 2)

From Publishers Weekly Fans who missed Whitlow's Life Support will want to read that novel before attempting this sequel, which has strong moments but may be confusing to the uninitiated. Divorce lawyer Alexia "Alex" Lindale finds herself doubling as a criminal defense attorney for Rena Richardson, a perfidious client who keeps changing her story about how her wealthy husband came to fall from a cliff. Meanwhile, the husband begins to emerge from his coma due to the healing power of prayer and music—a recovery that terrifies Rena, who fears that he will soon be able to tell the truth about his accident. The novel offers a well-honed subplot about Alex's growing Christian faith and her attraction to the pianist who first introduced her to God, as well as interesting courtroom drama and lovely ruminations on music and nature. However, the plot threads aren't as tight or the twists as surprising as readers have come to expect from the Christy-winning Whitlow, and the ending fizzles. Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved. About the Author Robert Whitlow is the bestselling author of legal novels set in the South and winner of the Christy Award for Contemporary Fiction. He received his JD with honors from the University of Georgia School of Law where he served on the staff of the Georgia Law Review. Website: robertwhitlow.com; Twitter: @whitlowwriter; Facebook: robertwhitlowbooks. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One The light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not .--John 1:5 kjv Baxter Richardson opened his eyes. He didn't know where he was or how he had gotten there, but the pale white ceiling pushed aside the impenetrable darkness that had threatened to engulf him. He lay still, not yet aware that he couldn't do anything else. He heard a woman singing. With the sound came a memory. He closed his eyes. Music had rescued him from the abyss and guided him through the black mist. Without the music, he would never have found his way to the light. He opened his mouth to speak, to ask a question of the singing voice. But all that came out was a groan. The singing voice stopped. A speaking voice replaced it. "Mr. Richardson, I'm Sarah Locklear, one of the nurses taking care of you. Can you hear me?" Baxter tried to open his eyes a second time, but they refused to obey. "Mr. Richardson," the voice repeated. "You're at home in Santee in the cottage next door to your house. Your wife is there now. Do you want me to get her?" The darkness reappeared. The young man fought to drive it back. "Did you hear the music?" Baxter watched in terror as the darkness grew until it met over his head like a great black bowl. "If you can hear me, make a sound." Baxter moaned in agony of soul. The circle of darkness was complete, and the sides began to move slowly, inexorably, downward. Once the inky gloom enveloped him, he knew he would be dead. Lower and lower it came. He gasped for breath. "Praise God!" the voice said. "Thank you, Jesus." The darkness moved to within inches of Baxter's face and stopped, an invisible force held at bay by an unseen power. The singing voice returned. The stalemate continued. But as the voice grew stronger, tiny flashes of light began to streak across the dark like shooting stars, glimmers of hope in a hopeless world. Baxter listened. The melody rose to a higher place. The pinpoints of light increased. Their flickering glory didn't fade. Baxter took a deep breath. ---- Rena Richardson rolled over in bed and opened her eyes. Her hair had fallen over her face, and when she looked sleepily toward the bedroom door, she mistook the man standing there for a few strands of blonde hair twisted together. She brushed the hair from her face. The figure remained. She jerked awake and sat up. "Who is it?" she called out, her voice echoing in the large bedroom. She reached for the nightstand drawer. The man stayed in the shadows without moving. Rena opened the drawer and felt the cool barrel of the pistol. She grabbed the gun. Her voice trembled. "I have a gun!" The man didn't move or speak. Rena pointed the pistol, but her hand shook so badly she wasn't sure she could hit the doorway, much less an intruder half hidden in the shadows. The man still refused to budge. Rena squinted and rubbed her eyes with her left hand. Suspicion surfaced. Still holding the gun, she reached over and turned on a small lamp. The dim beam barely reached across the room to the door, but there was no mistaking the identity of her visitor. Baxter. Rena collapsed back onto the pillow for a moment and shut her eyes before bouncing up for another look. "Are you still there?" she asked peevishly. The figure continued to stare at her impassively. "You know, if you would talk, it would make everything more realistic," she said. Usually her husband left at the sound of her voice. "What do you want from me? I don't have anything for you!" The figure stayed put. "Why don't you die and get a life?" Rena yelled. The incongruity of her question struck her as funny. She gave a short laugh. "That's it!" she called out. "Get a life!" Rena threw off the covers and stood. She'd had enough. Always before, her husband had disappeared when confronted. If need be, she would put her fist through his face to prove him false. She glanced down at the floor to retrieve one of her satin slippers. When she looked up, Baxter was gone. She rushed to the hallway and turned on the light. Nothing. She went to the top of the stairs and looked down. Except for the usual nighttime creaks, the old house was deserted. "And don't come back!" she screamed. "Do you hear me? Don't come back!" ---- Alexia Lindale sat at the desk in her makeshift office typing the last few lines of a letter to the lawyer on the other side of a divorce case. Her phone buzzed. "Alex, it's Rena Richardson," said the receptionist for the real-estate company where Alex was temporarily quartered. "She says it's urgent." Everything with Rena was urgent. The transfer went through and Alex picked up the receiver. "What is it?" Rena's breathless voice held the twang of the Appalachian hills where she'd been raised. "Jeffrey came to see me this morning. He gave me the information you need to sue his father for using the power of attorney to transfer property out of Baxter's name." "What kind of information?" "Names of companies, how much Baxter owned before the accident, and the amount that he owns now." Alex picked up a folder from the stack of Richardson files on the corner of her desk. Inside was a copy of a durable power of attorney Baxter had signed at age eighteen giving his father, Ezra, absolute control over his personal and business affairs. "Give them to me." Rena listed the names of the companies and percentages of ownership. Alex didn't recognize any of the entities. In a small town like Santee, the identity of every viable local business enterprise should be common knowledge. "They're probably shell companies or subsidiaries of Richardson and Company set up for particular projects," Alex said. "I don't know what you're talking about." The lawyer ran her fingers through her dark hair. "I'm thinking out loud. I'll need you to fax Jeffrey's list to me. Did Jeffrey tell you why he is willing to sabotage his father?" "He wants to help me and thinks it's wrong what Ezra's doing to me and Baxter." Alex had heard this before, yet remained unconvinced of Jeffrey's altruism. Her client continued, "And he still doesn't know that you know he's giving me information. He wrote down the names of several Richardson employees and said I should mention them if anyone asks how you found out what Ezra is doing." "I'm not going to do that," Alex retorted. "And I won't let you do it either. If you're questioned under oath about your sources, you'll have to tell the truth. Jeffrey can't hide behind you." "You don't understand," Rena said. "It's not like that. He wants to help me." Alex drew a small target in the margin of her legal pad and put Rena's initials in the bull's-eye. "Why would Jeffrey turn on his father and risk so much to help a woman who married his brother only six months ago? How can you trust him?" Rena's voice revealed a hint of panic. "Don't argue with me. Just check out the information. I can't make Jeffrey . . ." she stopped. "Mad?" Alex offered. "What is going on, Rena?" The phone was silent for a moment. "It's not that," Rena answered in a calmer tone. "It's best for me to cooperate with him. We can help each other. He doesn't think it will be necessary to go very far with a lawsuit before his father will back down. Then it won't be necessary to tell who gave us the information." "I can't count on that," Alex said. "And it's foolish to think that filing a lawsuit against someone as powerful as your father-in-law is going to scare him into doing the right thing. Using the power of attorney to transfer property from Baxter's name is technically legal, and it will take a court order to stop him. A judge won't do that without convincing evidence that Ezra is wielding the power of attorney as a weapon to defraud you." "He backed down about the money he took from our checking account and returned it," Rena countered. "True," Alex admitted. "But that was only a few thousand dollars. How much do you think Baxter's share of these companies is worth? Did Jeffrey give you any idea?" "No, but he said he could get whatever you need. He just doesn't want to do anything that will ruin the businesses." "How would making Ezra restore the status quo hurt the businesses?" "That's just what he told me." "It's not good enough." "Why are you giving me such a hard time? You're supposed to be helping me, not making everything more stressful than it already is." "Okay," Alex said. "Fax over the information, and I'll think about what to do." "Will other people at your office see it? I'm sure Jeffrey doesn't want anyone else to know what he's doing." Alex sighed. "If you promise to send it in the next five minutes, I'll stand by the fax machine and snatch it up before anyone else can read it." "And when will you file suit?" Rena asked. "I want to do it as soon as possible." "I'll call you." Alex hung up the phone and walked down the hallway to the small room that contained the fax and copy machines. In less than a minute, the fax machine began to spit out a single sheet of paper. Alex held it lightly in her fingers as it inched out of the machine. She glanced down at the list of companies. During the six years she worked at Leggitt & Freeman, Alex knew that Ezra Richardson had hired Ralph Leggitt to set up multiple companies and perform legal work in scores of business deals. Though Alex had avoided business law to focus on domestic litigation, she wasn't a total stranger to corporate structures. In divorce cases she often had to uncover information that businessmen concealed from their wives, and ferreting out key pieces of financial data was one of Alex's strengths. Many ex-husbands still bore the fiscal scars of the beatings she'd given them when they tried to hide assets. The lawyer took Jeffrey's list back to her office and put it in her briefcase. It was late afternoon, and a new investigation would have to wait. As she snapped her briefcase shut and entered the hallway, she almost collided with Rachel Downey, the startlingly blonde real-estate broker who owned the building. Rachel, a short, jolly woman with a penchant for multiple rings, was always ready for a chat. "Glad I caught you," Rachel said. "I drove by the house on King Street this afternoon. I'm even more convinced that it's going to make a great office for you. When is your contractor going to start the renovation?" "Soon. We were together this afternoon, but we didn't talk business." Rachel raised her eyebrows. "Gwen Jones told me you were spending a lot of time with your contractor. Isn't he also some kind of minister?" Alex smiled. "Yes, he's the music minister at the Sandy Flats Church. What else did Gwen say?" Rachel stepped closer. "That she was going to leave Leggitt & Freeman as soon as your office is up and running. She's already picked out a secretarial desk and credenza." "Well, keep that quiet. If one of the partners finds out, they'll fire her before I'm ready to start paying her." Rachel lowered her voice. "Your plans are safe with me." Alex was less sure. Rachel continued. "Tell me more about your music-loving contractor." Alex stepped back. "There's not much to tell. He's a minister who plays the piano." "And from what I've heard, he's quite a bit older than you are." "He was in the seventh grade when I was born." Alex watched as Rachel quickly did the math in her head. "With a daughter almost as old as you are," the Realtor added. "She's in her early twenties, Rachel. I'm pushing past thirty-one." Rachel sniffed. "A virtual old maid. I was already on my second husband by your age." Alex laughed. "So, what's wrong with me trying to catch up? Don't you think it's about time I got married? I need at least a couple of husband scalps under my belt before I turn forty." Alex patted Rachel on the arm. "And that's all the personal information you're prying out of me. The reason Ted and I were together today had to do with Baxter Richardson." Rachel raised her pencil-thin eyebrows. "I didn't think the Richardson clan went to church." "Sandy Flats is not their church. Ted asked me to go with him because I represent Rena and could get him in to see Baxter." Alex paused, not knowing how to explain to Rachel that Ted Morgan saw music as a form of prayer for a sick person. She wasn't sure about it herself. "Is it true that Rena put Baxter in the cottage next door to their house?" Rachel asked. "Yes. They've turned it into a long-term care facility." "How is he doing?" "No closer to waking up than the first time I saw him in ICU in Greenville. He's in a coma and paralyzed from the neck down. He's breathing on his own, but that's about it. His mental status is a mystery." Rachel shook her head. "He's the best of the lot. I've brokered some deals with his father, but I had to watch him like a hawk, and Jeffrey is just as bad or worse. He tried to cheat me out of a commission but back-pedaled in a hurry when I caught him." Rachel's tongue could be smooth as soft butter when describing a house for sale, but she wouldn't hesitate to use it as a dagger if attacked or swindled. Jeffrey was wise to back down. "If anybody else tries to take advantage of you, call me," Alex said. "I'll write them a nasty letter." Rachel fluffed up her hair. "That's okay. You did great work getting me out of my last huge marital mistake. I'll save you for the big problems." "Then get a prenuptial agreement and don't fall for a guy just because he buys you rings." Rachel held up her hands and wiggled her bejeweled fingers. "Don't worry, I've run out of room." "Good." Rachel pointed to the lawyer's bare left hand and exclaimed as if making a grand discovery, "Look, Alex, you've got plenty of space!" Read more

The Substitute Guest (Grace Livingston Hill #20)

The Bull Rider's Baby (Cooper Creek Book 2)

About the Author Brenda Minton lives in the Ozarks. She's a wife, mom to three, foster mom to five and grandma to a princess. Life is chaotic but she enjoys every minute of it with her family and a few too many dogs. When not writing she's drinking coffee on the patio, wrangling kids or escaping for an evening out with her husband. Visit her online at www.brendaminton.net --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. When Keeton West entered Convenience Counts store at seven in the morning, Sophie Cooper was the last person he expected to see. But there she was, running down the sidewalk, brushing a hand through her shoulder-length auburn hair. Not really auburn, though. Her hair had always been dark brown. The hint of red probably came from a bottle, but he liked it. He even kind of liked her in a slim-fitting business suit, her high heels clicking on the floor as she walked through the door. She looked like an executive from some Tulsa high-rise office building, not the daughter of a wealthy rancher. She was a sleek and shiny European car in a world of pickup trucks. He grinned at that comparison and watched as she hurried through the glass door at the front of the store. He thought about approaching her, and then reconsidered. Exhaustion must be getting to him or it wouldn't have crossed his mind. For the past two nights he'd gotten almost no sleep. And then this morning he'd gotten up early to head into Dawson for a few necessities. The baby in his arms had insisted on the supplies. The problem was, he didn't know what things a baby required. She cried, that's about all he knew. And he knew in baby talk, crying meant something. Either she was hungry, needed changing or something else was wrong. At about two in the morning he started to think the last choice might be the correct one. After he gave her the last bottle he had, he was at a loss. A few hours later he found himself here, hiding from Sophie Cooper before he could ask the store's proprietor for baby advice. "Hey, Sophie, what has you out so early in the morning?" Trish Cramer leaned over the counter at the front of the store. She and her husband, Jimmy, had owned Convenience Counts for as long as Keeton could remember. And they'd always liked to keep tabs on what was happening in Dawson, Oklahoma. There wasn't a local paper, but the folks in Dawson had Jimmy and Trish. "I'm just here to grab some breakfast." Sophie grinned at them. She had a smile that could knock a guy to the ground. She'd always been beautiful. The woman was even better than the girl she'd been years ago. If things had been different, she would have married his brother, been his sister-in-law. If everything hadn't changed on a June night sixteen years ago, that is. But it had changed. Nothing could undo that night. Keeton sighed and moved around the corner of the shelves he'd been standing in front of, out of the line of sight so that he wouldn't be the first thing Sophie saw when she turned his way. He peeked, though. Like a thirteen-year-old kid spying on cheerleaders when they'd stopped for a diet cola after practice. Yeah, he'd been that kid. And Trish had given him the eye then, the way she was now. "You're working on a Saturday?" Trish looked over the tops of her glasses. "Do you need gas pumped?" Jimmy came around the corner of the counter, wiping his hands on a rag. "No, I filled up last night. I just need to grab breakfast and go." She stopped in front of the warming tray and eyed food that had been sitting under a heat lamp probably since the place opened an hour ago. Breakfast pizza and a few egg sandwiches. He'd grab something for himself, once he figured out what a three-month-old baby ate for breakfast. He looked down at the mysterious creature cuddled up against him. For once the baby wasn't crying. He had to stop thinking of her as "the baby." She was his baby. Lucy. She cuddled into him, trusting, even after just a couple of days of knowing him. His baby. He shook his head, the way he'd been doing since his ex-wife had dropped Lucy with him. A baby hadn't been on his list of things to get. But he had her, and he couldn't imagine not having her. Although he could imagine getting a little more rest. He hoped sleep didn't turn out to be a thing of the past. "Honey, you're always in a hurry." Trish had moved closer to Sophie. "When are you going to settle down?" "No time for settling down, Trish. Work keeps me busy." Trish laughed at that. "Well, that isn't going to keep you warm when the winters are long. You need a husband." Keeton nearly groaned because when Trish said "husband" she shot him a look over Sophie's right shoulder. He shushed the baby and repositioned her. Babies were heavy. He hadn't realized how heavy a twelve-pound bit of fluff and spit-up could be until he'd spent a full day hauling one around. "I think I'll be fine. I've got a good furnace." Sophie answered Trish on the husband issue. "I'll just grab something off the shelf." "All of this hurrying isn't good for your digestion," Trish called out, the all-knowing voice of reason and common sense. "Then I'll take a pack of those antacids you have behind the counter to go with whatever I buy." Keeton pulled his hat down low and grinned at the comeback. One thing about Sophie Cooper, she wasn't a wallflower. She'd slapped him once, years ago. He shook his head and reached for a jar of baby food because maybe Lucy needed more than bottles. When he got to the register, he'd ask Trish. Click click of heels. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Sophie hurried in his direction. With a single step he moved back to the end of the aisle. She stopped in front of the few breakfast items on the shelves, frowning as she surveyed the options. The baby in his arms whimpered. He bounced her a little, hoping to quiet her down. It had worked last night. He'd spent about an hour swaying back and forth in his living room, wishing he had real furniture and maybe the smarts to tackle his situation a little differently. Smart would have been not marrying Becka Janson because he felt sorry for her. She'd played him good. She'd found out his winnings, his earnings and how much he'd invested in Jeremy Hightree's custom motorcycle business and she'd latched on quick. At least he'd been smart enough for a prenup. The baby in his arms wiggled, squirmed and let out a real cry. Sophie Cooper turned, her hazel eyes widened as she zeroed in on him and the baby. A smile trembled on her lips and her gaze shifted from the baby to him. He tipped his hat and grinned, knowing charm and good looks weren't going to mean a thing to the woman standing in front of him. Her attention wasn't on him anyway. She looked at the baby, the coolness in her eyes softening, warming. Man, she hadn't changed much at all. She could still stop a guy in his tracks and make him forget what he wanted to say. "Keeton West." Her voice shook a little. "And a baby." He held the baby with one arm and cupped the two jars of food in his free hand. He knew his shirt had spit-up smeared on the shoulder and he hadn't shaved in three days. He couldn't think of a thing to say that wouldn't sound ridiculous. "Me and a baby." Stupid. Pre-Lucy he would have winked and said something like "It's been a long time." Or, "Sophie, you're as beautiful as ever." Instead he jabbered like the infant in his arms and echoed her like a fifteen-year-old with his first crush. Actually, he knew fifteen-year-old boys who would have done better. If he'd had any sense at all he would have stayed in Broken Arrow. He had a nice little place on the edge of the city. But wanting his family land back—that had been his driving force for as long as he could remember. He needed to remember that was his reason for being here. One thing stood between him and the biggest portion of that land. Sophie Cooper. She'd bought one hundred acres of land that used to be his family farm. She smiled at the baby, not at him. "She's beautiful." Next time Sophie would listen to that little voice that told her to run in and get a breakfast sandwich from the Mad Cow. But no, she'd been in a hurry and thought the local convenience store would be quicker. Surprise, nothing was ever quick in Dawson. Or easy. People always managed to get in her business. If it wasn't her family it was one of the locals trying to find out what she'd been up to, or trying to find a way to marry her off. Today the problem happened to be Keeton West. She had one hour to get to a meeting in Grove and then she had her other project to work on. And Keeton West had something dripping down the front of his shirt, very close to where it was unbuttoned at the throat. Very close to the silver cross and chain that he wore around his very tan neck. She cleared her throat and stumbled back to the present. The main thing she didn't want to discuss with him was land she'd recently bought. The baby in his arms forced her to act, though. Maybe it had to do with being a Cooper. Or maybe she couldn't run from biology. Even if she didn't have children of her own. Was it her imagination or did she hear a very loud clock ticktocking in her ear? The baby spit up again. "Keeton, she's sick." Sophie grabbed a role of paper towels off the shelf and ripped them open. "Here, sweetie. Oh, that's awful stuff." Keeton West and a baby. She tried to connect dots and couldn't. She couldn't imagine him with a child. And yet.. She wiped the baby's chin. The infant had his nose. She had his brother Kade's nose. The thought ached deep down inside Sophie, in a place that had been broken and empty for a long time. It was the part of her heart that still missed Kade. Or what they might have had. Pudgy baby arms reached for her and big eyes overflowed with tears that trickled down the little girl's pink cheeks. Keeton held tight and Sophie put on a smile that said none of this hurt, none of it mattered. She had survived. She'd gotten past the pain of losing Kade. She was whole. "Thank you." Keeton's voice was low and husky, his eyes sought hers. An... --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.

Real Estate Accounting Made Easy

From the Inside Flap Real Estate Accounting Made Easy For laypeople and accountants with little or no real estate accounting experience, Real Estate Accounting Made Easy is a complete and easy-to-use road map to a broad range of real estate account- ing topics. Starting with an introduction to real estate terms and products, and the fundamentals of real estate accounting, this book goes from sole ownership—the simplest form of real estate ownership —to other forms of ownership such as partnerships, joint ventures, and real estate investment trusts (REITs). Take a look inside for just-the-basics coverage of: Forms of real estate entities Forms of real estate entities Accounting for operating property revenues and expenses Accounting for operating property revenues and expenses Accounting for capital improvements and tenant inducements Accounting for capital improvements and tenant inducements Real estate valuation and investment analysis Real estate valuation and investment analysis Accounting for real estate investments and acquisition costs Accounting for real estate investments and acquisition costs Accounting for project development costs on GAAP basis Accounting for project development costs on GAAP basis More complex types of transactions, such as development project revenue recognition, are also discussed in depth. In addition, you'll learn what to expect from audits that real estate entities are subjected to, with audit processes and procedures broken down to help you—whether you are an auditor, accountant, or manager—to understand the roles and importance of audits. This how-to guide offers a wealth of practical information for putting real estate accounting principles to work for your organization. It's the ins and outs of accounting for real estate—made easy. From the Back Cover A hands-on guide to the ins and outs of real estate accounting―made easy! Boiling down the complicated details of real estate accounting into manageable essentials, Real Estate Accounting Made Easy equips you with the tools you need to successfully run the financial and accounting operations within your organization. Always practical and never over-technical, this helpful guide: Discusses straightforward accounting terminology Discusses straightforward accounting terminology Clearly explains real estate accounting Clearly explains real estate accounting Covers the characteristics, advantages, and disadvantages of entities in which real estate assets are held Covers the characteristics, advantages, and disadvantages of entities in which real estate assets are held Equips you to understand the reporting entity Equips you to understand the reporting entity Helps you become conversant in various real estate accounting topics Helps you become conversant in various real estate accounting topics Author Obioma Anthony Ebisike,a leading authority on real estate accounting, offers workable information in basic terminology. Even if you do not have a professional grasp of accounting principles and financial reporting, this book makes it all clear with accounting rules explained in terms anyone can understand, to help you better fulfill your duties. Suitable for investors, analysts, accountants, and auditors, Real Estate Accounting Made Easy is your essential guide for a clear, concise explanation of real estate accounting finance. About the Author OBIOMA ANTHONY EBISIKE, CPA, MS, has over ten years' experience in the accounting industry, both in the audit and real estate fields. He is currently a controller at a New York-based inter- national real estate investment firm, and was a former audit and advisory services manager with Deloitte & Touche LLP. He has provided accounting training to his accounting and finance team and led discussions on the impact of emerging accounting rules and regulations. Read more

Pebbles and the Biggest Number: A STEM Adventure for Kids - Ages 4-8

Review "An excellent addition to any STEM bookshelf." —BookLife by Publishers Weekly (Editor's Pick) "Benun's engaging story will appeal to children of a variety of ages and levels of mathematical skills." —Kirkus Reviews An informative picture book that packs an extraordinary amount of eye-opening information into the story of a curious butterfly. —Foreword Reviews "If I could recommend this book a nonillion times (check it out-a nonillion has 30 zeros!), I would!" —Feathered Quill Book Reviews "With each page taking us to a completely different location, no two illustrations are very much alike. The variety of gorgeous scenery will keep readers anxious to turn each page." —Independent Book Review "Kids love counting, but not many counting books for young readers focus on the really BIG numbers in science and the natural world." —The Children's Book Review "Benun skillfully simplifies complex topics, weaving them into an approachable and entertaining storyline that only gets better with each reading." —Indies Today "It has all of the elements for adventure, masking the learning aspect and memorization making it 100% fun." —Pacific Book Review (Notable Book Seal) "Offers an impressive wealth of knowledge with numerous teachable moments for the parent to expand upon as their child grows. —Reader Views Kids "Colorful, approachable illustrations of friendly characters and a focus on fun facts help this picture book transcend its theme about numbers to one about discovering the world around you." —BlueInk Review About the Author Joey Benun has always thought BIG. His fascination with numbers began when he was five years old—the bigger, the better. Years later, a fortuitous conversation with his niece and nephews inspired him to write a book about BIG numbers for little kids. Thus, Pebbles and the Biggest Number was born! Years before Pebbles took flight, nine-year-old Joey wrote his first comic book series about a disgruntled ketchup packet who resents being discarded and turns into The Ketchup Monster .Today, Joey works and lives in Brooklyn, New York, as an Amazon account manager for his family-owned apparel business, The Bentex Group. During his free time, he enjoys engaging in religious studies, listening to TED Talks, and playing tennis.

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About the Author Who we are A project started in Winter 2009 by group of designers, a creative from Venice who has already signed works for various international brands and sales people with experience in retail, analyzing the trends and sales request. The guide/maps created a new style, a unique product, conceived for giving a new kind of guide to business people, students, tourists and new residents. The graphic is very clean, the subways lines are embedded with the the streets for an easy navigation. The landmarks are highlighted. Please check our eBay store at masters to see feedback It has become the best seller in New York and Washington DC stores for 3 years in a row Retail is $6.90 Available in pocket size soon Don't waste energy and time using a gps phone with small screen that take forever to load where to go and present the Empire State Building same importance as next door Nail Salon We have Washington DC map and also London Made in USA Water resistant

The Fairy Tale Detectives (The Sisters Grimm, Book 1)

About the Author Michael Buckley is the author of the successful Sisters Grimm and NERDS series. He is also the author of the Undertow trilogy. He lives in New York City. Peter Ferguson is an illustrator of picture books, comic books, and novels. He lives in Montreal, Canada.

The Day the Towers Fell: The Story of September 11, 2001

New York's Bravest

From the Back Cover In the 1840s, there was a real vounteer firefighter named Mose Humphreys whose bravery was reknown throughout New York City. Plays about him began being performed on Broadway in 1848 and over the years his strength and heroics took on larger-than-life proportions, much like those of Paul Bunyan. Mary Pope Osborne has honed down the legends about him to a brief, dramatic, sometimes comical, but ultimately moving text of picture book length. Steve Johnson and Lou Fancher's stunning paintings capture this 8-foot-tall superhero rushing into burning buildings, saving babies and bankers, and wolfing down the feasts bestowed upon him by the grateful citizens of old New York-until the one big hotel fire after which he was never seen again. The author has included a historical note about the origins of this tall tale, and the book is dedicated to the 343 New York City firefighters who gave their lives to save others on September 11, 2001. Mary Pope Osborne included a longer, different version of this legend in her distinguished collection "American Tall Tales. "From the Hardcover edition. About the Author Mary Pope Osborne included a longer, different version of this legend in her distinguished collection American Tall Tales.

The Jolly Postman

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The House on Seventh Street

Lagoon Time: Our Life and Times Among the Gray Whales of Laguna San Ignacio

Review No one knows more about Laguna San Ignacio and its gray whales than Steven Swartz. This is the one book to take with you on a visit to the magical lagoon, or to read with longing to caress a whale if you haven't made the trip yet. - Homero Aridjis, Founder of Mexico’s “Group of 100” conservation organization. From the Inside Flap "There are few places as magical as Laguna San Ignacio. Lagoon Time lets us experience this unique ecosystem through the eyes of the researchers that have studied it for decades and the hearts of the residents who protect it now and in the future." -- Bernardo Alps, Research Associate, Cabrillo Marine Aquarium."The 'friendly gray whale' phenomenon is unlike any other interspecies communication in the world, and marine scientist Steven Swartz, Mary Lou Jones, and their colleagues have been documenting it for more than a generation. Follow his words and pictures into the lagoon, and be prepared for a mysterious and astonishing experience." -- Dick Russell, author of Eye of the Whale. About the Author Along with his wife and research partner, Mary Lou Jones, Steven conducted the first systematic studies of gray whales in Laguna San Ignacio from 1977 to 1982. He earned his Ph.D. in marine science in 1986 from the University of California at Santa Cruz. He has researched and published widely on gray whales and their breeding lagoons in Baja California throughout his career. Steven edited and contributed to the classic Academic Press treatise “The Gray Whale” with Mary Lou Jones and J. Stephen Leatherwood. He has been active in the Society for Marine Mammalogy as a Charter Member and elected officer. Steven has served as a consultant to the Mexican government’s Ministry for the Environment, Natural Resources, and Fisheries (SEMARNAP), and worked for the U.S. Marine Mammal Commission and the National Marine Fisheries Service. He continues to work with non-government organizations (NGOs) on various marine protected area conservation projects. With his colleague, Jorge Urban R., they established and co-directs the Laguna San Ignacio Ecosystem Science Program in Baja California, Sur, Mexico, to ensure that science-based information continues to be available to those responsible for conserving these unique marine protected areas, and to train future generations of marine wildlife scientists. Read more

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Journey with the Orca 2015 Wall Calendar

About the Author Our location in the Wisconsin northwoods helps keep Willow Creek Press off the publishing world's radar. Around here, we're more accustomed to landing walleyes and muskies than big books and authors - events hardly worthy of note in Publisher's Weekly. But, a few years ago we did get noticed with the release of Just Labs, a unique and colorful tribute to Labrador retrievers. The book quickly became a bestseller (now with 250,000 copies in print) and frankly startled us with its success.   We were not surprised for long, however, and now an entire line of popular Willow Creek Press titles evokes the myriad joys of dog and cat ownership. Today we are known for these high-quality, light-hearted books and feature over 40 such titles in a continually-expanding line.

How Cities Work : Suburbs, Sprawl, and the Roads Not Taken

From Library Journal Marshall criticizes New Urbanism for being more about style than substance, but he acknowledges that the more it recognizes the hard truths of regional planning, the more it can become a positive force. A journalist by trade, Marshall writes with wit, reason, and style, effectively driving home his well-researched premise that cities exist and evolve based on transportation systems, the building of wealth, and government guidance or misguidance. He offers few solutions to current urban problems, setting his sights on enlightening the reader about why and how cities evolve. Marshall cites the human craving for simple solutions to complex problems and makes it clear that when people come together to plan a regional city consciously, as they have in Portland, OR, difficult choices must be made. [...] How Cities Work is very strongly recommended for both academic and public libraries as an excellent resource on the history and future of American cities. Drew Harrington, Pacific Univ., Forest Grove, OR Copyright 2001 Reed Business Information, Inc. Review "This is an outstanding book that I hope and expect will make a major contribution to the current debate on cities and suburbs." (Robert Fishman, author of American Planning Tradition: Culture and Policy and Bourgeois Utopias: The Rise and Fall of Suburbia) Review This is an outstanding book that I hope and expect will make a major contribution to the current debate on cities and suburbs. -- Robert Fishman From the Back Cover DO CITIES WORK ANYMORE? How did they get to be such sprawling conglomerations of lookalike subdivisions, megafreeways, and "big box" superstores surrounded by acres of parking lots? And why, most of all, don't they feel like real communities? These are the questions that Alex Marshall tackles in this hard-hitting, highly readable look at what makes cities work. MARSHALL ARGUES that urban life has broken down because of our basic ignorance of the real forces that shape cities -- transportation systems, industry and business, and political decision making. He explores how these forces have built four very different urban environments -- the decentralized sprawl of California's Silicon Valley, the crowded streets of New York City's Jackson Heights neighborhood, the controlled growth of Portland, Oregon, and the stage-set facades of Disney's planned community, Celebration, Florida. To build better cities, Marshall asserts, we must understand and intelligently direct the forces that shape them. Without prescribing any one solution, he defines the key issues facing all concerned citizens who are trying to control urban sprawl and build real communities. His timely book will be important reading for a wide public and professional audience. About the Author A past Loeb Fellow at the Harvard University Graduate School of Design, Alex Marshall is a freelance journalist in New York City, who has written about urban design for the Washington Post, George, Metropolis, Planning, and other national publications. Read more

Getting Unstuck: Breaking Your Habitual Patterns and Encountering Naked Reality

Review “Chödrön demonstrates how effective the Buddhist point of view can be in bringing order into disordered lives.” ―Publishers Weekly About the Author Ani Pema Chödrön was born Deirdre Blomfield-Brown in 1936, in New York City. She attended Miss Porter's School in Connecticut and graduated from the University of California at Berkeley. She taught as an elementary school teacher for many years in both New Mexico and California. Pema has two children and three grandchildren. While in her mid-thirties, Ani Pema traveled to the French Alps and encountered Lama Chime Rinpoche, with whom she studied for several years. She became a novice nun in 1974 while studying with Lama Chime in London. His Holiness the Sixteenth Karmapa came to Scotland at that time, and Ani Pema received her ordination from him. Pema first met her root guru, Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche, in 1972. Lama Chime encouraged her to work with Rinpoche, and it was with him that she ultimately made her most profound connection, studying with him from 1974 until his death in 1987. At the request of the Sixteenth Karmapa, she received the full bikshuni ordination in the Chinese lineage of Buddhism in 1981 in Hong Kong. Ani Pema served as the director of Karma Dzong in Boulder, Colorado until moving in 1984 to rural Cape Breton, Nova Scotia to be the director of Gampo Abbey. Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche gave her explicit instructions on establishing this monastery for western monks and nuns. Ani Pema currently teaches in the United States and Canada and plans for an increased amount of time in solitary retreat under the guidance of Venerable Dzigar Kongtrul Rinpoche. She is also a student of Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche, the oldest son and lineage holder of Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Ani Pema is interested in helping establish Tibetan Buddhist monasticism in the West, as well as continuing her work with western Buddhists of all traditions, sharing ideas and teachings. Her non-profit, The Pema Chödrön Foundation, was set up to assist in this purpose. She has written several books: The Wisdom of No Escape , Start Where You Are , When Things Fall Apart , The Places that Scare You , No Time To Lose , Practicing Peace in Times of War , How to Meditate , and Living Beautifully . All are available from Shambhala Publications and Sounds True.Ani Pema Chödrön was born Deirdre Blomfield-Brown in 1936, in New York City. She attended Miss Porter's School in Connecticut and graduated from the University of California at Berkeley. She taught as an elementary school teacher for many years in both New Mexico and California. Pema has two children and three grandchildren.While in her mid-thirties, Ani Pema traveled to the French Alps and encountered Lama Chime Rinpoche, with whom she studied for several years. She became a novice nun in 1974 while studying with Lama Chime in London. His Holiness the Sixteenth Karmapa came to Scotland at that time, and Ani Pema received her ordination from him.Pema first met her root guru, Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche, in 1972. Lama Chime encouraged her to work with Rinpoche, and it was with him that she ultimately made her most profound connection, studying with him from 1974 until his death in 1987. At the request of the Sixteenth Karmapa, she received the full bikshuni ordination in the Chinese lineage of Buddhism in 1981 in Hong Kong.Ani Pema served as the director of Karma Dzong in Boulder, Colorado until moving in 1984 to rural Cape Breton, Nova Scotia to be the director of Gampo Abbey. Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche gave her explicit instructions on establishing this monastery for western monks and nuns.Ani Pema currently teaches in the United States and Canada and plans for an increased amount of time in solitary retreat under the guidance of Venerable Dzigar Kongtrul Rinpoche. She is also a student of Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche, the oldest son and lineage holder of Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche.Ani Pema is interested in helping establish Tibetan Buddhist monasticism in the West, as well as continuing her work with western Buddhists of all traditions, sharing ideas and teachings. Her non-profit, The Pema Chödrön Foundation, was set up to assist in this purpose.She has written several books: The Wisdom of No Escape , Start Where You Are , When Things Fall Apart , The Places that Scare You , No Time To Lose , Practicing Peace in Times of War , How to Meditate , and Living Beautifully . All are available from Shambhala Publications and Sounds True.

Lettin It All Hang Out

From Publishers Weekly "Some of the most unforgettable women in the world... are men." In this engagingly chatty, featherweight autobiography, drag queen RuPaul traces his transformation from misfit son of a troubled mother in Georgia, to unsung "superstar-in-exile" dancing on bars in Manhattan's East Village, to international sensation with the hit single "Supermodel of the World." Since the book's completion, he has also become the first known cross-dresser to win an advertising contract with a major cosmetics company. Ru takes ample time out along the way to expand on the New Age platitudes of such songs as "Everybody Say Love" and aim a few harsh words at naysayers and tellers of stupid anatomical jokes?including comedian Milton Berle, whose infamous run-in with co-presenter Ru at the MTV Video Awards is described in sordid backstage detail here. But despite the title, Ru remains emotionally corseted until the final chapter, in which he discusses the hardships involved in growing up gay and examines his difficult relationship with his father. This extraordinary extrovert remains a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma wearing a bodysuit and sky-high wig. Ample snapshots of the many faces of Ru nearly make up for the lack of psychological insight. Copyright 1995 Reed Business Information, Inc.

Granny's Clan: A Lyrical, Heartwarming Family Story Perfect for Young Marine Biologists (Includes Vocabulary and More Information About Orcas)

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Training Your Pet Rat (Training Your Pet Series)

Beneath the Metropolis: The Secret Lives of Cities

About the Author Alex Marshall, an independent journalist in New York City, is the author of How Cities Work: Suburbs, Sprawl and The Roads Not Taken, and is a Senior Fellow at the Regional Plan Association in New York City. His work has appeared in The New York Times Magazine, Metropolis Magazine, Salon, Slate and many other publications. A former staff writer for The Virginian-Pilot in Norfolk, Marshall was a Loeb Fellow at Harvard University in 1999-2000. Marshall holds a master's degree in Journalism from Columbia University in New York, and a bachelor's degree in Political Economy and Spanish from Carnegie-Mellon University in Pittsburgh. Marshall lives in Brooklyn with his wife, the documentary film editor Kristin Barlow, and their son Max.

Practical Writing: A Guide to Effective Communication for Educators and Other Professionals

About the Author Betty J. Sternberg is executive director of the Duke Academy for Educational Leadership at Duke University and a professor of educational leadership at Central Connecticut State University. She is former commissioner of education for the State of Connecticut and superintendent of schools in Greenwich, Connecticut. She holds a Ph.D. in education and psychology from Stanford University, an MA in mathematics education from Teachers College, Columbia University and a BA in philosophy from Brandeis University. Her writing has appeared in EdWeek, Harvard Educational Review and The Education Digest. Marsha J. Howland is a writer, editor and writing consultant. After a 20-year career in the communications office of the Connecticut State Department of Education, she retired as director of communications. Previously she had been an administrator at Endicott College in Beverly, Massachusetts, and a reporter and award-winning columnist for The Salem Evening News in Salem, Massachusetts. She holds a BA in English from Wellesley College, Massachusetts. An active member of a long-standing writing group, she is an avid poet and writer.

Relaxing Patterns (Lori's Pattern Coloring Books for Adults)

The Chew: An Essential Guide to Cooking and Entertaining: Recipes, Wit, and Wisdom from The Chew Hosts (ABC)

About the Author Hosts Mario Batali, Michael Symon, Carla Hall, Clinton Kelly and Daphne Oz all live in the New York area.