Bøger af Julia Mills

Calling all kid collectors! Julia Mills, the acclaimed creator of I Am Stuck, spins a funny new adventure about Robinson the raccoon, who loves to collect things. But when he meets a new friend, he discovers that memories and experiences make for the best collection of all. Perfect for fans of Memory Jars and In a Jar. Robinson the raccoon loves to collect things-big and small. His collection is amazing. One day he collects a shell that turns out to be . . . Rosie the snail! Rosie is not impressed by Robinson's stuff, and she takes him to see what she collects: breezes on the hilltop, the bubbles in the stream, and the magnificent northern lights. Robinson soon realizes that the best things to hold on to aren't always things-instead, experiences with friends will last a lifetime.

Haunted and hunted and holding tight to their happy ending, the Universe's got Her work cut out for Her, but then again...Fate Will Not Be Denied, right? Saved from a deadly explosion by six-foot-two-inches of walkin' muscle in ripped jeans and well-worn cowboy boots, Sam's had to rethink the whole idea of happily ever after and decided it sounds like a damned good plan. For the Guardsman who's hot-dogged his way through a hundred-and-twelve years, one brown-eyed, curly-headed doctor has made him rethink everything he thought he knew. Happily ever after's damned sure not just in fairy tales anymore, and Lance wants his. Of course, nothing this good could come easy, right? The traitor is closing in. Everything they hold dear is hanging in the balance. There is no flight, only fight and absolutely no one better get in the way. The stakes have never been higher - this couple's fighting for forever.

Does pride come before the fall? Can two of the most formidable beings in the universe put theirs aside to save themselves? Only one thing's for certain: Destiny will not be denied! He is proud. He is powerful. He is unstoppable.His is The King.There is nothing he can't do...Except convince his Mate they were made for each other. She is a force of nature. She is the daughter of a god. She is an Empress Eagle Shifter unlike any other.She is his Queen.There is nothing she can't do...Except ask her Mate for help. If pride does come before the fall, can Max and Ettie suck it up before it's too late?

Bubble, bubble, who the hell asked for a bubble?We're off to the Swamp, a nasty hex to tromp.Wanda the wand is rarin' to scoot, and the crazy Wolf is a root-a-toot-toot. (Sorry, rhyming's not my thing. Talk to Daisy. She's the danged poet.)Grab your boots, your magic, and a big can of bug spray, I'mma need all the help I can get to keep this evil at bay.The Dragonettes are out like a light with no little Prince Charmings in sight.Yes, there'll be Gators, but no worries, they've all been fed. Even that nasty little redhead,Nannette and her crazy brother, Ted.P.S. If you see Dash, tell him to get his Slothy butt to the Swamp!

Sharp...Successful...Deadly... Catering to every dark, erotic desire of his wealthy patrons has made Alaric a very rich man. His ability to tap into the very soul of each person, to see what they yearn to possess...intimately...sensually... has made CRAVE the most sought-after establishment of its kind in the world. A force to be reckoned with and Scottish to the bone, he carries the tattoo of a fire-breathing dragon wrapped around the left side of his body. This shield, along with his bond to the Universe's chosen warriors, the Dragon Guard, serves as a constant reminder of what was taken from him. Driven to excel...to always remain in control...he's never been defeated.But the Past is a cruel mistress who demands her due, no matter the cost.Fate refuses to be denied... Some demons simply refuse to be slain...And Life, no matter how long, rarely plays out as planned... Running from a past he can't escape, lost to the insanity of the Thirst - the scent of home, of buttercups and poppies, invades his senses, momentarily clears his mind, and demands that he find the one woman...the only woman, who can deliver him from certain death...his Bloodmate. This is a Vampire's Thirst... Dark...Dangerous...Undeniable...One taste will never be enough...

Bubble, bubble, got your ass in a sling? Oh, Darlin', that ain't no big thing.Deadman walkin'? Ghost a-talkin'? 'Round here, that just ain't shockin'.No lawbreaker too evil. No case too small. All ya' gotta do is call.No ifs, no buts, no coconuts. It's just a fact. We got your back.Scaled, feathered or furry, never you worry.Bless your little heart. We're the only place to start.Bet your bootay, we'll save the day. Southern Fried Sass, Baby, all the way!

I've got a Heart on for my Dragon, and nuthin' stops a Brown Witch - not even you! Valentine's Day went off without a hitch. Love was in the air. Arrows were flying. The chocolate-covered cherries were extra good, and...Drum roll, please...My hunka-hunka-burning love returned from parts unknown.Everything was wonderful. The world was in love. I was in love. Even Bernie smiled for half-a-secondAnd then it happened...Bibiddy-bobbity- blech-ack-gag-gag-gag!Whisked across the galaxy, thrown into a hole in the ground, and separated from my Dragon, my happily ever after was brutally rebuffed, and Goddess help us all, somebody touched my butt!This crap will not stand!Just let me get my Magic back, and I'll be opening a can of whoop ass and not even asking for initials or my name's not Violet E. Brown, Witch Extraordinaire and Keeper of the Spark of Love!Watch out, bad guys! Back up Spiorpion! My spellin' fingers are cocked, and Bernie's fit to be tied! We're coming to save my Dragon Man, jerk a knot in your tail, and send you back to the Hell from whence you came.Valentine's Day may be over, but the Love only stops when I say so. That's my gig. That's who I am. Amoré is what I do! Ya' hear me, Bad Guy?

Talk about things not going as planned... Welcome to my world.All I wanted was to receive my One True Gift, find my Mate, and live happily ever after. Is that too much to ask? I think not. After all, it's my two-hundredth birthday, and there's not even one slice of cake on this blasted mountaintop.But as momma said, 'All the planning in the world can't beat dumb luck.'So, instead of a party and champagne, I got a trip to Hell without directions, a fight with a notorious, legendary pussycat who wanted to rule the world, and kitty scratches in places I didn't know existed.Being almost immortal isn't what it's cracked up to be. Trust me. I wouldn't lie to you.Now, I have to save not only Ollie - the most annoying Familiar in the world - from the maniacal mouser hellbent on world domination and her manic mishmash of misfits, but also the man, the Dragon, the Universe made for me. There is not enough coffee or chocolate in the world, but that doesn't matter.Sometimes a Witch has to do what a Witch has to do.It's time to shove my well-rounded booty in my yoga pants, straighten my messy bun and show the inhabitants of the UnhappilyNeverAfter what a Brown Family Witch is made of.So, buckle up, my Buttercups. My name's Davina Elizabeth Brown, and I'm gonna save the day.

Did you know a Witch cannot ride her broom with a broken leg? Well, it's true. I have one. I should know. Christmas Eve is on the way. I'm the one and only Keeper of the Christmas Star, the Curator of the Crystal Forest, the one Witch in all the world with the ability to give the Christmas Star the special Brown Family whammy-abracadabra-hocus pocus to light the way for Santa's yearly sojourn...And I have a broken leg that just won't heal. As if things weren't bad enough, Edgar, my frumptastic-but-lovable Familiar, a rather cranky one-thousand-three-hundred-and-forty-seven-year-old Christmas Elf, swears I've been cursed.Can you imagine? Me? The fantasticness that is Ella Elizabeth Brown cursed? It's just not possible. But...There have been an inordinate number of spiders lurking about my little cottage in the woods.I have been a little more klutzy than usual.And my daily phone call with my cousin, Molly, was hijacked by the Dragon of my dreams. Could Edgar be right? This a mystery that must be solved.Time to pull out all the stops, whip up all the Magic, and swallow my pride.I need help, and it comes in a great big package with wings and gorgeous golden and red scales. Hold onto your stockings, my friends. This is one Holiday story you don't want to miss.

Has anybody seen my Dragon Man?Do you think he remembers me? It started with a hard-to-get-right cookie recipe.We moved on to my Familiar and her yearly shenanigans.Then, somehow, a flying stove got involved. Now, I'm seeing double, my Magic is on lockdown, and I just found out some green-skinned crazy man with mommy issues thinks I'm his Mate. All I can say is, Welcome to My World. Great Goddess in green go-go boots, this is why the good die young, isn't it?At this point, I'm ready to use all my lifelines and call my mom.Things cannot get any worse, right?

What's that sound? What was that flash of scales? Look! Up in the sky! It's a bat! It's a ghost! Oh, Great Goddess with green googly eyes, it's the Great Dragon, Molly Brown! It's time! It's time! The most glorious time of the year! Fall! Halloween! Samhain! And... drum roll, please... The Brown Family Pumpkin Patch Pick-A-Beauty and Win a Jack-O-Lantern for Life Party-stravaganza.This is gonna be the best ev... whoooooooa!What the heck just happened? What was that noise? Is there a perpetrator in my Pumpkin Patch? Was that the sound of a gourd smugglin' son of gun messin' with my babies?Oh, hell no! I am Molly Brown. Hear me roar. Ain't nobody gonna mess with my punkins.With Cleo on my shoulder and my trusty Wand back in the house, this Keeper of the Sacred Pumpkin is on the case. No way, no how is anyone gonna rain on my parade.But if it's who I think it is, he's seriously got some 'splainin' to do.

Life has never been easy for Dr. Samantha Malone especially since the day all those years ago that her family was taken in a tragic car accident. Now at almost twenty-nine years old and an aspiring surgeon, she is faced with putting her life back together once again after being kidnapped and left for dead. Had it not been for six feet two inches of walking muscle in ripped jeans and worn cowboy boots with crystal blue eyes and a cheeky grin that made her wonder what he was up to, she might never have seen the light of day. All these months later she knows he protects her from the shadows, never far but never seen. Why? What does he know that she does not? There are no coincidences. He protects her always unseen but never far, making sure the ones that dared to hurt her do not come back while he waits for the time when he can claim her as his own. Fear is not something the fierce Dragon Guardsman is used to feeling but it is something he has become accustomed to over the last seven months. Fear that he will not catch the traitor and his cohorts before they hurt those he cares most deeply for. Fear that he will not be able to protect the one the Universe made especially for him. Fear that he is not what Samantha needs but then... The Universe does not make mistakes. Lance has spent his long life cracking jokes and making fun of his brethren as each succumbed to the sappiness of everlasting love with the one that completes them like no other. Now the Universe is the one laughing and his fellow Guardsmen are the ones making jokes as the mating call of his kin and his dragon push him headlong towards the one that will bring light to his soul in this life and the next. He can no longer deny that he is meant to spend the rest of his many years with Sam but his obligation to eliminate any threats to her life must come first...right? For the Guardsman who has hot-dogged his way through one hundred and twelve years, one brown-eyed curly-headed doctor will make him rethink everything he ever knew. Fate will not be denied. This book contains mature themes and explicit sexual situations It is intended for mature audiences of 18+ years of age.

These kooky, crazy, and fearless shifters may be Up Shift Creek without a paddle, but never fear! They have badges, magic, and each other!Beware bad guys! They're comin' for ya'!Join the Up Shift Creek gang!You'll laugh all the way to falling in love and locking away the villains! Save the day with the Up Shift Creek Gang! It's a guaranteed good time! A Tree Frog and Her Honey BadgerAll hell's about to break loose if Dr. Freddie Lightfoot doesn't stop the idiot who's destroying the world's coffee fields. There isn't a jungle that could stop Buck Blackthorne from helping his mate, but prehistoric shifters? Well, that's a new one. Doc and Her DragonThe glittering dragonfly and the explosives professor are out to solve the conundrum of a seriously deranged and absolutely deceased megalomaniac and psychopath who is posthumously trying to turn the shifters of the world into super dino super soldiers. Dusty and Her DinoDusty has a knack for fixin' things, so what's a chickie to do when she can't repair the mis-engineered Giganotosaurus shifter, Dr. Alexander Anatoli? When a nasty enemy returns from the dead, these two lovesick shifters will be forced to act so the eggs of amore don't get scrambled before their first kiss.

Welcome back to Hairy Wart! I missed the heck outta all of ya'! And, I know you won't be surprised that we're once again raisin' hell and forgettin' to take names.Rosie, here, buckle up, Buttercups, I'm the Witch your momma warned you about, but in an epically awesome way. Promise.Everything was fine. I mean, normal…for us. Faith and I were arguing, as usual, my bossy Gator-in-law was butting his snout in where it didn't belong, and Daisy was runnin' interference when she could keep her eyes open. Just another sunny day in Hairy Wort - right?Sure, but dadgumm, it was shorter lived than a flea fart in a windstorm. Gettin' outta the house (away from Faith), Taffy and I happened upon a dead body in the rubble of the Marshall Mansion that literally got up and walked away when we weren't lookin'.No! I am not messin' with you. I swear it happened.Now, Beau and Faith are losin' their minds, the Dragonettes are beside themselves, and Daisy, well, she's sleepin', but that beside the point. Just when I thought things had fallen to the bottom of the swamp where the creepy crawlies creep and crawl, a tall, handsome Panther with a quick smile and a glint in his gleaming emerald eyes appeared smack dab in the middle of this mess.And now, he's tellin' everybody who'll listen that he's my Mate.What the H-E-Double-hockey-sticks am I supposed to do with that pile of Grunch crap? Good Goddess, if you love me, send a hundred-pound box of chocolate and three gallons of Miss Bunny's sweet iced tea.One thing's for darned sure, when the Goddess and the Universe team up, with Destiny and Fate on the sidelines, well, it's more than a Witch can endure. Come on down, hang out a while, 'cause Heaven knows I could use your help.

Dragonettes, Honey Buns, and one dead Piggy Princess!Hang On, Hairy Wort, it's Lazy Daisy to the rescue…well, sorta.Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake, Baker Bear's Witch,Oh, dear me I just flipped that switch.There's a pig in the oven as dead as can be,Without a heart, or a lung, or a danged kid-ney.With a zip and a zap and a tappity-tap,I'll fix this mess even without a catnap.Got Miss Bunny, Doc Downey, and Granny Cleo,One, two, three, and away we go.Bubble, Bubble, we sure got some trouble.Another Piggie's missing, so now it's double.Somethin' sure stinks, but that might be the skunks,Or the Cats, or the Possums, oh heck! They're all punks.See ya' in Hairy Wort.It's sure to be snort!Come 'on down!There'll be laughs all 'round.

Welcome to Hairy Wart, Luuueeesiana. The tofu's southern fried, and the Soul Food's vegetarian ~ 'Cause it's just not right to eat your friends.Here they are! The first THREE stories in the Southern Fried Sass series - all in one place!Bubble, bubble, you got trouble?Don'tcha worry. Don'tcha fret. We'll be there on the double.No job too big. No villain too crazy. We're Southern Fried Sass!Somebody wake up Daisy!OH! And most importantly, (At least in their minds.) meet the DRAGONETTES!Livin', breathin', smokin' proof that it's not the size of the scales but the SASS in the flames that makes the Guardsma...ahem, I mean, Guardswoman.Take a load off. Put your feet up.And enjoy! XOXO Julia

Badass of the Golden Fire Clan. Strong. Ancient. And looking for love. He can defeat the enemy with a single look, but can he slay the heart of the one made for him before time runs out? Sassy and stubborn have gotten Kyndel through everything life threw at her.Will her moxie help when destiny falls at her feet? Hundreds of years of loyalty to the Dragon Guard have made Rayne a fearless leader.When the long foretold pull of his mate rocks the Commander's world to its core, will he be able to save her from his enemies in time? The chemistry between this strong-willed curvy girl and fierce warrior makes all the difference in a world where nothing is as it seems.The existence of an ancient race of honor-clad, tradition-bound protectors might be hard to accept, but now the dead are coming back to life and holding a knife to Kyndel's neck. Can these fated mates defeat their greatest enemies and get their happily ever after?Fate Will Not Be Denied!!

"'Stuck?, ' asks Duck. Yep, Turtle is flipped over on his shell and can't seem to get un-stuck. Duck suggests wiggling his feet, Kangaroo wants him to wag his tail, and Armadillo says rolling into a ball always does the trick. But Turtle is STILL. STUCK. ... This ... story reminds us that when we're feeling down, sometimes what we need most is a friend by our side--and a deep belly laugh--to help us get back on our feet again"--

Bubble, bubble, got your ass in a sling? Oh, Darlin' that ain't no big thing. Deadman walkin'? Ghost a-talkin'? 'Round here, that just ain't shockin'. No lawbreaker too evil. No case too small. All ya' gotta do is call.>Scaled, feathered or furry, never you worry.>Bet your bootay, we'll save the day. Southern Fried Sass, Baby, all the way!

She's been fixin' everything from Burping Barbie to the engine of a 747 since before she could walk. So, why can't she repair her love life? He's got the highest IQ MENSA's ever seen, and he's unraveled the mysteries of ancient pharaohs. So, why can't he figure out which end is up when it comes to his mate? When a nasty enemy returns from the dead, will she force these two lovesick shifters to face what's been right in front of them the whole time? Or will the eggs of amore get scrambled before their first kiss? Everything seems FUC'd in feathers and scales, but then again, this is the Up Shift Creek gang and nothing's as it seems. Time to buckle up, Buttercup, and have a FUCN'A good time! Dusty and her Dino are lookin' for love and prayin' things turn out sunny side up! XOXO, Julia