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A cold wind rushes across the fallow corn field, pulling at my cargo pants and dipping into the open neck of my long overcoat. It's too large for me, drooping off the shoulders and buttoned around my son, James, as he sleeps against my chest in his baby carrier. Blue's nose taps my hip. My son's breath warms my chest. This is home. They say you can’t ever go home again–but I think they're wrong. No matter where I stand, as long as I have these two with me, I am home.

BEFORE THE KILLING: After 19-year-old Cassie returns home from her first year away at college, her boyfriend, Julian, is implicated in a brutal killing. Seven years later, a freak occurrence gives Cassie a unique time-traveling ability, allowing her to re-live that earlier time with the benefit of foreknowledge. But in witnessing the truth, she inadvertently reveals herself to the killer, who begins to pursue her in past and present both. “Once I started I couldn’t put it down!” -Bookshelf Adventures

To her neighbors, Jennifer Johnson seemed odd, just a little off. How could she not? Her entire existence was a lie. While the child at her breasts was really hers, the husband by her side…not so much. John and Jennifer Johnson shared the same innocuous last name—second most common in the United States—but he was not the father of her son, nor the love of her life.

Ready to take your story's character arcs and themes to the next level? This latest book from veteran writing teacher and story theorist K.M. Weiland ventures far beyond the popular and pervasive Hero's Journey to explore six important archetypal character arcs, representing key moments of initiation in the human experience.

A comically offbeat, fish-out-of-water time travel novel set in Regency England and the 21st century Colorado Rockies. Nadine Finley is a scribe guardian from the future who must play "un-matchmaker" to Jane Austen, a British naval officer, and the romance that jeopardizes literary history.

Blue and I sit in the cockpit of a sailboat. My eyes scan the open ocean while female Peshmerga fighters sleep all around me—below deck, across benches on the bow, and one curled up on the stern.