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  Call Me Mrs Taylor - An...

  Shae Sanders

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  Raya 
   
  I'm a woman who knows exactly what I want. But sometimes in the pursuit of what I want, I do things to hurt people. To me, it's worth it. Ace Taylor is worth it. Every lie. Every manipulation. Every scheme. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. 
  But anyone who comes between us? That's another story. 
   
  Ace 
  She's everything I could ever want. Smart, beautiful, accomplished, confident. But something's off. I can't put my finger on it, but there's something lurking beneath that perfect exterior. Everyone's warning me. My gut is screaming at me to wake up. But I'm hooked. I can't let her go. 
  And the closer I get to her, and the more secrets I unravel, the more I realize . . . this woman might be the death of me. 
   
  Contains mature themes.

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  Winter Bloom

  Lily Alexander

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  Are you lost, Pea? 
   
   
   
  That was the question my best friend asked me before inviting himself on my cross-country road trip. The one I hoped would help me find myself. 
   
   
   
  We shared food, secrets, hotel rooms. Despite the near misses and almost kisses, it was the same as it always had been between us, just more. 
   
   
   
  Instead of finding myself, we found each other. 
   
   
   
  It was always the plan that he'd go home at the end of the trip. Except everything was different now. 
   
   
   
  We crossed a line we swore we wouldn't. If it didn't work out, would things be broken between us forever? 
   
   
   
  Contains mature themes.

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  The Atlas of Untold Stories

  Sara Brunsvold

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  A literary journey beckons them . . . and may profoundly rewrite their stories.  
   
  Chloe Vance, dreamer of the family, needs to tell her pragmatic mom, Edie, that she has accepted a low-paying art instructor role at a Christian school in Prague. Her older sister, Lauren--the "responsible one"--is doing all she can to hide the fact she's been fired for a foolish mistake and is desperately seeking her next career move. Meanwhile, Edie, estranged from her own sister following their mother's recent death, is frankly in no mood for anything else to change.   
   
  The one thing they can all agree on? Life in books sure is easier to navigate than life in the real world. As the three women embark on a nine-day road trip to visit significant literary sites throughout America's heartland, they hope to find inspiration through the works and lives of literary greats. As they experience firsthand the adventure and wonder of the classics, they'll discover the value of being honest with themselves--and their family--about their losses and failures. Only then can they come to terms with their own needs and desires and find support from the most important women in their lives--each other.  
   
  Book clubs will relish this trek through America's classic literature as award-winning author Sara Brunsvold pens an inspirational novel of mother-daughter relationships, sisterhood, literary themes, a cross-country road trip, and books about books.

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  Murder at the Arizona Biltmore -...

  Edward Marston

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  First published as Murder in Perspective under Keith Miles.
  Chasing his dream of a glittering architectural career, Merlin Richards has left the Welsh valleys for the Arizona desert, propelled by a handwritten note from the legendary Frank Lloyd Wright. Richards arrives at the Arizona Biltmore hotel, where he meets a beautiful young designer named Rosa Lustig. Like every man in her circle, Merlin is captivated by Rosa but soon finds himself the prime suspect in her murder.
  Jealous suitors, envious workers, and the cynical police are all convinced that Richards is the killer. As he begins to put the pieces of the puzzle together, what he builds is not the impressive edifice he came to learn about, but a defence that will imprison a murderer.

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  The Woman in the Cabin - A BRAND...

  Becca Day

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  Deep in the woods, you can hide more than secrets...Every day, in a remote cabin hidden deep in the woods in the Scottish Highlands, Mary wakes up before dawn to make breakfast from scratch. She tends the garden and feeds the animals. Every night, Mary makes sure she has dinner on the table for when her husband Cal gets home from work.She puts on his favourite lipstick and greets him with a smile. 'I've missed you.' It's not true and he knows it. But he likes to hear it all the same.Mary is the perfect wife and like any good wife she knows her job is to keep her husband happy.But lately as she notices her first wrinkles appear, she can sense Cal change. A scowl at dinner not being ready on time, a too tight grip as he leads her to the bedroom tells her he's noticed too. And old memories are coming back too, of her life before the cabin...Then she finds a stack of letters hidden under the floorboards detailing a life eerily similar to her own. They're addressed to her: 'To the next woman.'If she's not the first to play the role of Cal's perfect wife, what happened to the woman in the cabin before her? And how long does she have until she is next?

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  The Foxholes of Mars

  Fritz Leiber

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  The Foxholes of Mars by Fritz Leiber - The wars of the far future will be fought with giant spaceships, but it will still take the infantryman to hold down the planets. And some of the thoughts bred in the foxholes of Mars or Alpha Centauri Duo or Rigel Tres will be fully as bitter as some of those dredged up in the foxholes of Earth. 
  Ever inward from the jagged horizon the machines of death crept, edged, scurried, rocketed, and tunneled towards him. It seemed as if all this purple-sunned creation had conspired to isolate, to smash him. To the west—for all planets share a west, if nothing else—the nuclear bombs bloomed, meaningless giant fungi. Invisibly overhead the spaceships roared, distant as gods, yet shaking the yellow sky. Even the soil was treacherous, nauseated by artificial earthquakes—nobody's mother, least of all an Earthman's. 
  "Why don't you cheer up?" the others had said to him. "It's a mad planet." But he would not cheer up, for he knew what they said was literally true. Soon they would fall back and the enemy would retake the mangled thing they called an objective. Was it the sixth time? The seventh? And did the soldiers on the other side have six legs, or eight? The enemy were pretty haphazard as to what troops they used in this sector. 
  Worse was the noise. Meaningless, mechanical screeches tore at his skull, until thoughts rattled around in it like dry seeds in a dry pod. He started to lift his hands to his ears, then checked the gesture, convulsed with soundless laughter and tearless weeping, bitter memories and searing hatred. Once there had been a galactic society—a galactic empire—and he had played an unnoticed part on one of its nice quiet planets ... but now? Galactic empire? Galactic horse-dung! Perhaps he had always hated his fellow men as much as he did now. But in the prewar days his hatred had been closely bound and meticulously repressed.

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