Bøger af Emjae Edwards

Frances had lived her life in the shadows of beautiful parents and small town ambitions. A lucky raffle ticket opens a new window to her, a wide, new world. But that world has its shadows, too. And one of them casts a long, dark and strangely familiar shape over her, a shape that rewrites her history. Can it change her future, as well?

When journalist Gere Mackie disappeared reporting about civil unrest in a country half way across the world, he became a part of the story, and left his sister and her best friend, Amanda, living in a nightmare, beset by fear, government agencies and the press. When he returned, he brought home new nightmares: an unscrupulous friend, uncontrollable rages and unexpected passion about everything, including his sister's friend.

Venice will do anything for a story, including marry a man who disliked her so much he murdered her in one of his books. Trapped in the woods on a cold, clear night, secrets are told, truths confessed and fortresses collapse. In the morning, reality is as blinding as the sun on the snow, and Venice has to escape before she hears the one story she never wants told. 2010 NaNoWriMo Entry

How much would you sacrifice for love? If you had the power to protect someone you loved, even if it meant he'd hate you forever, would you?

Kendra Carew is a schoolteacher and she runs her life the way she runs her classroom; routines, boundaries, calm and courteous are the rules. She knows everything there is to know within the sheltering walls of her small world. Sent out of her safe and small world to retrieve a wayward brother, she finds out just how little she knows about the world at large, and about herself. Whit Southwell is an enigma to everyone; despite derogatory nicknames which suggest that coworkers and cohorts know him well, he's unpredictable and unstoppable. When confronted with an obstacle he either finds a way around it, or busts right through it - and Kendra just became an obstacle.

Daire Arlen is immature and arrogant and doesn't appreciate that perhaps her grandfather left her more than a house in Northern Ireland. He left her a passport to her heritage, a chance to draw the curtain back on the past, on the place where she came from, to learn how to make happiness with harp strings and a pocketful of emeralds. He just might have left her the one man who could teach her what it meant to be Irish.