Before filming starts on her next movie, America’s sweetheart, Grace Carradine, wants a girls’ night out. As she dons a disguise to evade the paparazzi, her brown hair isn’t the only deception, so is her upcoming marriage to her costar. Naval-pilot-turned-author, Sebastian "Bash" Baron finds his friends are pairing up and starting families. Given his history, he knows that life isn’t for him—even if the period romance he wrote is being made into a movie. Those stories only exist in fiction—or other people’s lives. The two begin a secret romance, meant to last only as long as the starlet is on location in Bash's hometown. When the paparazzi, obligations, and pride tear them apart, will Bash come to his senses in time, or will Grace marry the wrong man?
"When Allie, Vic, and their friend, Max, are mysteriously sent back in time to the Titanic, they have to find a way to save their parents' shop, save their futures, and get off the ship before it sinks!
Jessie lives with her family in the frontier village of Clifton, Indiana, in 1840...or so she believes.
In Falling Out of Time, David Grossman has created a genre-defying drama - part play, part prose, pure poetry - to tell the story of bereaved parents setting out to reach their lost children.
Elizabeth soon fell into a restless sleep as these thoughts lingered in her dreams. * * * * 8:11 a.m. – February 13, 1941 Victoria sat quietly between Trevor and Miles, lost to her thoughts moments before Miles's train for Glasgow was ...
Gerald Haskins's remark: "Time? Well, you can have a shot at designing a protective device that would keep out time!" Now he understood the fallacy that had undermined all of their planning. It was not a question of keeping out time, ...
These conditions further complicate the coming out process for men of color. ... we have won over time. ... all in this together, and we must unite to overcome the obstacles we encounter everyday, both from the outside and from within.
strange mounds and heaps that might be dirt or garbage, or piles of old furniture, surround the man and at times reach the ceiling. It ishardto seehow he can move in this room. A dirty blanket is spread out on the desk before him.
Venture at your own risk into a realm where the sun sinks into oblivion–and all that is unholy, unearthly, and unspeakable rises.
It gives him the name Thomas J. Davis. We thank him for his help. Duke says, “I am sure we will be back in touch with you, when and if we can obtain a warrant.” Back on the road to the San Francisco airport, I call Captain McAlister.
... of the day—a time when there was little likelihood of Wieroos being in the air so far from their city—and then he learned to bank it with earth in such a way that the embers held until the following noon without giving off smoke.