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In high school, Sabrina and I were “extra friends,” a nicer way of saying friends who’d hook up with each other in between relationships with no strings attached. Too bad I ruined our arrangement by catching real feelings—feelings that terrified me enough to cut off a good friend because I was too scared I’d slip and admit I loved her. Years later we’re reunited at our twentieth high school reunion, both fresh from brutal divorces. Determined to keep the reignited connection, we fall into an easy friendship, this time without the “extra.”

Going from uncle to father overnight meant me moving back to my hometown after two decades away. Now, I'm trying to pick up the pieces and do right by a little girl who just wants her mom. When my twentieth high school reunion rolls around, I come face-to-face with Emily, the ex whose heart I broke before she could break mine. Old feelings come rushing back, but I don't have time to grieve, let alone start a relationship.

African American Magick infuses ancient techniques, rituals, and methods from around the world to use each season's inherent energies to supplement the health and well-being of body, mind, and soul.

This is a fabulous resource for anyone who wants to understand African American spirituality, shamanism, and indigenous spiritual practices and beliefs. It is designed to be informative while providing hands-on recipes, rituals, projects, and resources to help you become an active participant in its wonderfully soulful traditions.

Hoodoo is a bold spiritual tradition that helps enhance your wellbeing and solve everyday problems. This practical, do-it-yourself guide shows you how to use spells, rites, recipes, mojos, and curios to enrich your life and be ready for whatever comes your way. 365 Days of Hoodoo, by renowned Hoodoo author Stephanie Rose Bird, starts by providing the basics of Hoodoo, and then gradually builds your knowledge day after day.

Hoodoo is an eclectic blend of African traditions, Native American herbalism, Judeo-Christian ritual, and magical healing. Tracing Hoodoo's magical roots back to West Africa, author Stephanie Rose Bird provides a fascinating history of this nature-based healing tradition and gives practical advice for applying Hoodoo magic to everyday life. Learn how sticks, stones, roots, and bones—the basic ingredients in a Hoodoo mojo bag—can be used to bless the home, find a mate, invoke wealth, offer protection, and improve your health and happiness.

In this powerful and comprehensive guide in the spirit of Jambalaya and Sacred Woman, an herbalist celebrates ancient and modern African holistic healing. “The message of this book is: hold onto your yams, your collards, watermelon, and roots. There is magic, mystery, connection, and healing...

The annoying jerk my parents forced me to play with as a kid grew up to be a sexy, grumpy baker who still can’t stand me. Sure, maybe I enjoy our bitter banter, his cocky smirk, his chocolate chip cookies. But there’s a reason I can’t play nice. You’re wondering why—if I hate the guy so much—did I agree to be his fake date to his cousin’s wedding? Look. Just because I love being a pain in the man’s well-formed butt doesn’t mean I want someone else torturing him. Especially not the ex-fiancée who left him for his best friend.

After a risky affair cost me my self-respect, my credibility, and almost my job, I jump at the guidance counselor position that opens up in Uncle Keith’s small town. He’s the only father I’ve ever really known and the one I can turn to—even when I can’t tell him why.

My hot, fiercely protective best friend Landon just dropped to one knee in the middle of the Bellagio with the perfect solution to all my problems. After an unexpected diagnosis and a run of bad luck, I'm officially down and out. That is until my best friend of two decades offers me his name… and his health insurance. We're in Vegas for someone else's wedding. The last thing I ever expected was a proposal of my own—especially from Landon, my rock, my closest friend, even when we're miles apart.

Eros. Also known as Cupid. Greek god of love and sexual desire. Sometimes depicted as an adorable, chubby little boy with wings, carrying a bow and arrows, flying around merrily, making everyone fall in love. That's not Eros. Not anymore. Eros is mad. He's all grown up now. And he's on a mission to provoke chaos, starting with humans. Instead of producing love, his arrows now produce hunger. Actual hunger. Cannibalistic, beastly, monstrous hunger. Carnivorous. Is the world ready for a raging Eros? Who can stop the angry god of love from eradicating the human race, two soulmates at a time?

I ran from danger and landed here in Kelly Lakes, hoping to put my past behind me. I didn't expect to almost faint into the arms of a cop upon arrival. You know the type. The one with the heart of gold and bedroom eyes. Mike is also seven years my junior… and my new boss's son. It doesn't matter if our chemistry is immediately undeniable. Or if I catch him watching me with pure yearning on his handsome face. I'm not looking for a relationship after what I just survived. It's a good thing Mike swears up and down he doesn't believe in true love.

My accidental solo vacation takes a turn for the less depressing after a drink that leads to a date with a brawny bedroom-eyed firefighter. I’m 42, divorced, with two daughters at home. I thought romance was in my rearview mirror until the mysteriously intense Leo made me feel like I was the only woman in the Florida Keys. I know better than to get attached. But between midnight kisses and dirty talk under starry skies, our connection feels so real. So right.

I never thought I'd be stupid enough to lose the best thing that ever happened to me. But I was. And I did. Thea still owned my thoughts, my dreams, and my heart. I never expected to see her again, much less have to work with her for almost the entire summer. Every minute we're together, the air crackles between us. Everything I still feel for her, that I'll always feel for her, reflects back at me in her gorgeous golden eyes.

The Healing Tree celebrates the forest: its powers, spirits, magic, medicine, and mysteries. Author Stephanie Rose Bird shares how trees have provided her with personal healing, then allows us to share in that process for our own benefit and, by extension, provide healing for Earth's beleaguered forests.

Sergeant Jude Davis barely has enough hours in the day to protect and serve the small town of Kelly Lakes and take care of his ailing father. After his bitter divorce, he learned the hard way that he doesn't have time for romantic relationships. If only he could get everyone to stop trying to set him up on blind dates…

Perpetual good girl Caterina Longo is dependable to a fault. At 33, she’s never called in sick. Never had a one-night stand. Never taken a chance in her entire life. When she walks in on a cheating ex and sees everything wrong with her life, she takes off on a solo vacation, busting out of her comfort zone and into the arms of a guy she never saw coming.

If you’re wondering whether there’s life on the other side of deconversion, or if you’re trying desperately to understand a loved one who is losing their faith—this book is for you. Edited by philosophy of religion scholar, Sarah Bacaller, with a foreword by Bart Campolo (the first humanist chaplain at the University of Southern California), this book offers gripping insights into the deepest aspects of the deconversion journey.

Once upon a time, a girl loved a boy and he loved her back. They lived happily ever after. But our story was never that simple. I loved Josh with all I had, right until the day he left. Now, all these years later, he was back - and wanting me the way I'd always longed for him. Except now, I belonged to someone else. Someone who never left me the way Josh had. I figured that was the end of our story. I couldn't alter the past. I didn't want to rewrite my future.

My life was always at a simmer… only stewing, never going anywhere. I was left to fend for myself when it came to affection or love, so I learned to go without. I refused to let them see how broken and lonely I was; it was much easier to hide behind a false reality. I didn't want anyone's pity. I didn't need it. Pity wouldn't put food on the table or keep a roof over our heads. That was all me. Now, I have a second chance at a dream long forgotten. It demands hard work and sacrifice - with absolutely no distractions. A recipe I already know all too well, raising a daughter on my own.