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October Reads Worth Falling For

Danger, desire, second chances, and unexpected romanceβ€”discover this month’s Fresh Fiction Featured Books.

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A poisoned cousin, a five-year-old's life, and a family with too many secrets.


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Supernatural sparks fly
between a bookseller
& her hard-boiled ghost.


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If Her Highness thinks I’ll let another man claim her and my child, she’s lost her royal mind. Sophaya’s mine.


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She found a body. Then she started asking the wrong questions.


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He ghosted her ten years ago. Now she’s stuck with him for Christmas.


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She’s the lady everyone overlooks. He’s the prince who can’t look away.

Leah Martin

1 comment posted.

Re: Kill Zone (4:53pm December 22, 2009):

What I'd like right at this immediate moment is to gift myself (and my daughters) the gift of forgetfulness. Forgetfulness of the sorrows, disappointments, lost loves and parents and lost opportunities of all our (shared) lives. WE had rough rough times, and they've left scars that try to block our ability to love each other, and more importantly - to stop us from showing or acknowledging it.
I'd locked mine away till this week, when they've bloomed anew so I can Bless them (after mourning), then give them to Spirit. But I dont know how to breach the gap with my daughters - I know it's up to them. Not trying to be gloomy, but this is real stuff, the stuff of which greater strength and love can be born. So, I honor it, as I let go, again.
What I want to be when I grow up, is free; inside and out to belly laugh, to skydive and sit by the ocean and do nothing for hours IF that's what I choose. And to live with wild abandon. How's that for a new life?