Winter Women

One year after her husband is killed in action, Julie Ellis is back in her hometown and focused on raising her young son. Then Reagan Harrison bursts into her life - a cocky, charming linebacker who leaves her off balance.

Happy in marriage and motherhood, Sherise is back at work and ready for a big promotion to White House press secretary - until an incompetent rival gets the job instead. Something's dirty and Sherise is going to get to the bottom of it... Billie's law career is thriving, and she's newly engaged. But between her fiancé's disapproving mother and his angry ex-girlfriend, Billie's plans for the future may be put on hold - permanently...

This second installment in her D.C. series features the continuing saga of best friends who overcome difficult childhoods to find professional success, but still struggle with chaotic personal lives. As Sherise Robinson puzzles over who fathered her daughter, Erica Kent endures a difficult family reunion. Meanwhile, Billie Carter flounders in the aftermath of a nasty divorce.

Just when Sherise's career at the White House - and her troubled marriage - seem back on track, a political opponent and a secret from the past threaten to derail both. Determined to recover from scandal after an affair with a client, Billie has moved on to a new law firm - but her appetite for power and revenge may destroy her relationship with her new man--and her daughter. When Erica goes to work for Sherise's opposition, their friendship is tested. But when she also uncovers the truth about a long buried betrayal, it will have shocking consequences for everyone involved...

I've never felt more alive than when I'm on my knees before my master. Some would say I should be ashamed. Others might say I'm filled with sin. I say I'm just a woman with unstoppable determination, doing whatever it takes to secure her freedom before the opportunity fades forever. Nobody knows about us. Not my father, my three mothers, or my seven brothers and sisters. I was bred to be chaste and true, expected to find a respectable polygamous man and carry on the tradition of our faith.

Jessie Black's successful prosecution of a serial murderer and rapist put her on the path to stardom at the Philadelphia District Attorney's Office. Public defender Jack Ackerman represented the opposition, and his spectacular public breakdown after the trial put him in a mental institution and gave Frank Ramsey a second chance at freedom. When Ramsey petitions the court for a new trial with a claim that Ackerman was ineffective, Black must step up to defend him.

Postnatal psychosis strips Colette of her early time with her baby, shreds her sanity, and almost destroys her marriage. When suicide seems the only option, Colette must face her limitations and move forward with demons clinging to every aspect of her life, whilst desperately trying to hold on to what she dearly loves.

Sally Bishop thought her happily ever after would be all sunshine and roses. She fell in love with a flower farmer from sunny Southern California—how could it be anything else? But when a devastating diagnosis brings storm clouds and gray skies, Sally can’t help but feel like she’s come face to face with the barren landscape and hostile environment of the worst winter of her life. She’s never felt quite so isolated and lonely.

Die alleinerziehende Camilla kämpft an allen Fronten. Täglich muss sie sich im väterlichen Delikatessenhandel beweisen, während ihre 15-jährige Tochter Marie gegen sie rebelliert. Und dann wird sie auch noch nach Südfrankreich geschickt, um mit einer Honigmanufaktur zu verhandeln - im Gepäck das tobende Mädchen und ihren nervtötenden Nachbarn, der sich ihnen spontan angeschlossen hat. Kein Wunder, dass sich das pittoreske Bergdorf Loursacq zunächst als wenig heilsam für die angespannten Gemüter erweist.

Psychic medium Dorcas Beeber is brash, obnoxious...and dead. Unfortunately for legal secretary Jamie Winters, she arrives at the psychic's studio for a reading only to find the victim apparently killed by a blow from her own crystal ball. And things only get worse when Jamie suddenly finds herself the prime suspect in the murder. It's clearly a setup, but Jamie's only clue to the real killer's identity is a black SUV parked near the scene of the crime.

A woman who is raped at a young age finds strength.

This wildly romantic novel from the author of Apricot Kisses proves that the recipe for love sometimes needs just a dash of the unexpected - and the magic of the Scottish Highlands.

Hanna has a foodie's dream job: as a culinary journalist, she gets to travel across Europe to write up the Continent's finest restaurants. But after penning a scathing review of a restaurant nestled in a Tuscan apricot grove, her boss informs her of a big problem: when the restaurant's owner read the article, she keeled over dead from a heart attack. Now the owner's grandson, Fabrizio, has filed a lawsuit against the magazine, and if Hanna can't convince him to drop the case, she'll lose her job.

There were a lot of things you could call Stacey Evans. And many of them would be true. And unprintable. But did she deserve to be murdered? DI Winter Meadows has no doubt of the answer when he takes the case. The crime was violent. The victim helpless. But the motives are many, and the only clue is a word left on Stacey’s body. DI Meadows struggles to pierce the secrecy surrounding the teenager’s love life. But as each suspect is excluded, Meadows is convinced that something sinister is afoot. When another body is found, a veil of silence descends like a fog upon Gaer Fawr.

When cupcake-loving croupier and private investigator Tiffany Black witnesses a handsome, green-eyed man making a getaway after an art heist, she finds her normally chaotic life becoming even more complicated. Tiffany flits between two cases: investigating the missing Van Gogh, and the murder of a Hollywood starlet with a secret life. When her investigation takes an intriguing turn and a man with mesmerizing green eyes comes into her life, Tiffany starts to wonder if this man might be the missing link between both crimes....

Nanna is a sweet, little old lady - or so she'd like you to believe. Too bad the cops investigating Adam Bitzer’s death don’t buy it for a second. And worse, they think she’s the one responsible for Adam’s death.... Just when Tiffany was ready to take a break from being a private investigator, she's pushed back into the thick of things. Can TIffany prove Nanna's innocence in time?

When some pretty little thing shows up at my doorstep with a suitcase, claiming she rented my house for the summer, I waste no time informing her that my house isn't for rent. Some Internet jack*ss scammed her out of all her money, but that's not my problem. Only when I find her sleeping in her car a couple days later, I can't turn my back. I make her an offer: room and board in exchange for working on my ranch. She agrees, and I open my doors to a girl who sings too loud, sticks her nose where it doesn't belong, and distracts me with her tight jeans and those full lips.

The last time I saw Nevada Kane, I was 17, and he was loading his things into the back of his truck, about to embark on a 14-hour drive to the only college that offered him a full ride to play basketball. I told him I'd wait for him. He promised to do the same. But life happened. I broke my promise long before he ever broke his - and not because I wanted to. We never saw each other again.... Until 10 years later, when Nevada unexpectedly returned to our hometown after an abrupt retirement from his professional basketball career. Suddenly, he was everywhere.

Fate brought us together, but the sins of my past threaten to rip us apart. In a city ruled by corruption and powerful men, only the ruthless survive. And that's just what I am. Like father, like son. The life I lead is riddled with black tie affairs and dark secrets. simple mistake destroyed a woman I knew nothing about. She was only a name and a beautiful face in a photograph. Her fairytale life was shattered, but I didn't give a damn. Or at least I thought I didn't care, until she stumbled into me.

The name on the screen was "Absinthe". But I knew her as the sultry voice blowing up my phone for late-night chats about Proust and Hemingway interspersed between the filthiest little...mutually satisfying exchanges...I'd ever experienced in my life. We'd never met. Until the day she walked into my office, her cherry lips wrapped around a candy apple sucker and an all too familiar voice that said, "You wanted to see me, Principal Hawthorne?"