Brilliant and headstrong, Adèle Roche is a Jewish-born Frenchwoman. She has a loving family, but they're taken from her when they are deported from their hide-out in an attic, and she becomes the only remaining survivor of her family after escaping the clutches of the Nazis. Then there's Michael Armbrüster. An SS officer, who spots the fiery red-haired Adèle when she is running away. He's enthralled, completely forgetting she is Jewish. What does he do? Take her in to his home, as a personal companion. He may have fallen in love with the poignant young Jewish woman, but that didn't stop him from taking out his ways on others when he needed to. He wasn't above it, until Adèle came into his life. What will make of these two? This couple that would never cross paths unless tested by the faith of God himself. Can man change for an enemy? Maybe, if he loves that enemy enough.

In the summer of 1861, Elizabeth fell in love with John. And despite the world trying to pry the two apart, they remained together. But as the Civil War unfolds, Southern belle Elizabeth is sent to a boarding school in Massachusetts, forbidden to ever see him again, and the poor farmer John joins the Confederate army to fight for his true love. As their lives take an unexpected twist, following an arranged marriage, a child who was not born to her fiance, and the death of her dear brother, Elizabeth must decide where her life is headed. Will she be forced to marry a man she doesn't love, or will she and John run away to the mountains, the only place she knows she would be happy? The place where the wildflowers grow.

"He's a Yank!" Caroline interrupted her, jabbing a finger angrily in his direction. The soldier mumbled something unintelligible in response, shifting his position on weak legs. Eliza glared into Caroline, her mouth pressed into a hard line. "Cara, he will die if we don't help him right now. A man's blood will be on our hands." With a low growl, Caroline moved to the soldier's other side, sliding his arm over her shoulders and wrapping an arm around his middle. "Get him inside," she stated tartly to Eliza. | In the early stages of the Civil War, two women who are loyal citizens of the Confederacy suddenly have a gravely wounded Union soldier on their hands. Letting him go to a prison camp may kill him, but keeping him under their care may be risking their own lives.

**Only the bonus chapter is paid, the rest of the story is (and will stay) free!!** Libby Marks-Whelan is decidedly not a lady. Kicked out of nearly every finishing school in the country, she's shocked when her demure, straight-laced cousin Ella invites her to the royal court as attendant during her debutante season. What Ella fails to realize, however, is that Libby's brand of mischief is exactly the kind of distraction Prince Andrew is looking for during his inaugural season as an eligible bachelor. Cover designed by Adam Budny

•Based off the song by Carrie Underwood, Cowboy Casanova.• His blue eyes pierced her grey, dull optics. His hand slid up the wall a bit as he leaned down. She could hear his soft breaths, she could feel the cold air brushing her neck. "Why are you playin' this game with me, Carrie?" He whispered, a demanding sound in his voice. His lips hovered near the girl's ear, his hand snaking up the wall beside her. "Because I'm not some sissy-" Carrie snapped, pressing her hands against his chest and pushing him off. "I'm Carrie, and Carrie is me, I'm not gonna go 'round lettin' boys tell me what to do!" Stepping away, she reached into her pocket. "Think your so suave? Meet me at the party tomorrow and we'll have a sing off." Carrie handed him an invitation before making her way towards the door, chucking some breath mints at him. "See ya 'round, Cowboy."

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"Ms. Fenwick? It's Officer Johnson. I really hate to bother you, but something has come up that I felt I should bring to your attention. I found your mom again today. She was wandering around downtown, and I don't think she knew where she was. I see her around more and more since your dad passed away. I know you are busy, but Jack isn't returning my calls. We go way back and I'm just worried about her." The voicemail heard around the world. Well that's how it felt anyway. My life was rocked when my dad passed away suddenly six months ago. I thought that would be the darkest time I'd face, but that was before I discovered what he was hiding from me. My mother's deteriorating memory. Now, I find myself back in my hometown trying to cope with a mother who would rather be with my brother, despite his lack of interest in her. Shoved back into small town life after finally escaping. Top Rankings: 16th in LifeChanger out of 5.7k 13th in Alzheimers out of 1.1k 752nd in tragedy out of 40.3k 159th in AdultFiction out of 3.2k 976th in NewAdult out of 11.6k 23rd in MovingForward out of 1K 4th in GoingHome

if your story is 🔥 fire 🔥, then you're in the right place. two things to note: a. I use lowercase letters for the aesthetic value. b. if there was such a thing as lowercase numbers, I would use them.

Supernatural meets Grumpy Old Men. Richard had always believed he'd enjoy a few golden years before Death's bony hand reached for him. But what does he get? He gets to live across the hall from friggin' Stan Kapcheck with his shiny bald head and perfect teeth that were all his own, Stan Kapcheck who struts around like a peacock in his leather coat. Honestly! What kind of respectable senior citizen wears leather? But Stanley isn't your average senior citizen. He's a Hunter--a slayer of all things unnatural. He reveals to Richard that the one monster which has eluded him is the same beast that killed Richard's wife and it's due to kill again before the next new moon. The two men load up on ibuprofen and prune juice and embark on a cross-country demon-hunting adventure, but when The Devil Herself kidnaps Stanley, Richard realizes the line between Hunter and hunted is very thin, indeed, and the ornery octogenarian only has a few days left to trap The Devil, save Stanley, and slay the monster who murdered his bride. (Now available for pre-order from Scarsdale Publishing as "Some Monsters Never Die")