The lavender fields of Provence hold more than her family's secret past . . . Somewhere in the dreamy, sun-soaked rows of herbs, she just might find the answers for her future. The lavender fields of Provence hold more than her family's secret past . . . Somewhere in the dreamy, sun-soaked rows of herbs, she just might find the answers for her future. Tempeste was only a child when her free-spirited mother died, and she has felt like an outcast...

What provokes one child down a dangerous path, while her cousin takes a less tortuous direction in life? A mere six months apart in age, the girls were born near the end of World War Two, when a war tragedy set the stage for Ginger Drake's calamitous life. Ginger's 'sister at heart', cousin Glory Clayborne, has all she can do to protect the incorrigible Ginger from herself, to say nothing of the many evils lying in wait.

"A brilliant, funny new novel from the bestselling, beloved Danielle Hawkins 'Take Two is that rare and special thing, a novel that is effortless to read - I sped through it in a day - but is also emotionally genuine and original. Danielle Hawkins is a natural storyteller with a light touch and she doesn't shy away from the gritty and the real. She is New Zealand's very own version of Marian Keyes.' - Nicky Pellegrino Sometimes you have to revisit...

Two single mothers, Brenda and Maureen established friendships when shopping in the city one day. As normal London families, they shared ideas and helped each other out. They both had daughters who automatically became friends too. Events enfold when Tyler the nephew of Maureen began to blackmail his cousin Emilia, Maureen's daughter leading her to sexually groom Maria for Tyler, Brenda's daughter. Maureen suffered depression and was sectioned upon...

Arylk, Judich Pam and Shirley were all childhood friends. They had been through a lot together, and as life takes them on a journey of ups and downs it takes them a while to get it right. Atylk especially reflects quite often on the naivety and innocence of youth, the folly of adulthood and the mercy and awesome goodness of her Father. A Father that she thought was never there for her. As her journey through life shows her what it takes to become...

This is the first volume of poetry that I did as a collection. It deals with everyday life, Christian ideals, and human interaction.

"The right thing never just happens; you have to make it happen." Morgan knows her parents left her in boarding school so they could travel the world, which is why hardly anything changes when they're killed in an accident during her freshman year at Fairfield. But every orphan needs a guardian, and Morgan's is her uncle Tom, a famous and somewhat eccentric author. Tom's New York City apartment has plenty of space for Morgan, and her room is the nicest...

Sometimes Abby thinks the most important event in her life happened before she was even born Abby's not dying; in fact she's perfectly healthy. If she were dead, maybe her father would grieve for her the way he's still grieving for Johnny, who would have been Abby's older brother if he hadn't died when he was only two. Probably not though. The only time her dad even notices her is when he's pushing her into an Ivy League college. And now that Abby's...

Este cuento lo hice pensando en que muchos de nosotros cuando vamos al baño, es en ese lugar donde surgen las grandes ideas, también es un lugar de reflexión y de recordar tristezas y alegrías.Cada vez que entramos al baño nos volvemos como leones porque nos empoderamos y salimos de allí con más fortaleza para enfrentar al mundo.La soledad de estar en un baño permite el encuentro consigo mismos y, lo más importante, nos demuestra que no somos...

«La otra hija» es una larga carta que Annie Ernaux le escribe a Ginette, la hermana muerta a la que nunca conoció, pero cuya sombra siempre la acompaña desde aquel lejano domingo de agosto de 1950 en el que descubrió accidentalmente su existencia. «Pero tú no eres mi hermana, nunca lo fuiste. No hemos jugado, comido, dormido juntas. Nunca te toqué, nunca te besé. No sé de qué color tienes los ojos. Nunca te he visto. No tienes cuerpo ni...