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When Emma Anderson arrived at San Francisco International Airport, she regretted accepting the distinction of being the maid of honor to Gaby’s—her childhood friend—wedding. It had been years since the last time she set foot in Menlo Park, where her parents had been killed. The rug where she had been shoving her feelings since that day looked bumpier than a camel’s hump. Who could blame her; if she hadn’t been selfish they’d still be around. Ever since that fateful day, Emma has been perfecting the knack of Getting By.
Cade’s wedding in Menlo Park—a city close to San Francisco—might be the perfect place for Jake Knight to shake the memories of his ex, Emma Anderson for good. Single, available women galore for an entire week was the perfect medication, one he intended to take three times a day for an entire week to return to his player days. It was a plan the former spy thought flawless until he came face to face with the maid of honor. Jake’s perfect retreat turns into a flight, fight or hide week of celebrations.
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Nights meant sleep and dreams—my archenemies. The Crowley to my Dean Winchester, the Green Goblin to my Spider-man, the list of superheroes and their opposites was long, and so became the analogies I used on a daily basis. My lack of sleep began with Dad and his conditions for me to continue my art. Then came my parents’ deaths. Those took a toll on me because I mixed dreams with realities and hopes. Not once did I have a nightmare, all of them were sweet and real. Seeing Mom and Dad on those nights filled my gut with nails, and my head pounded with the reminder that they were gone the next morning. Those had been merely fantasies that would never become a reality.
For the past three months I had been evading sleep and working overtime, over the overtime. The dreams of elevators, trips to sophisticated-secluded spots after a week of work and delicious nights with a man who I was required to forget in order to move on, came daily—nightly. They not only hit me with vengeance, but they came tangled with what humans liked to call hope. The urge to crawl inside myself to avoid the need of his touch, kisses and whatever it was that we had not long ago, consumed me. If I had the powers to morph into an animal, it’d be a sea turtle and I’d stay inside my shell for the next hundred years. Past the stage of melancholy and into the real world, I pushed my body outside of the bed and into the shower, where I got ready to face the Clements and the house next door.
A Cozy Mystery
The knife dripped blood with each step that Grace Cassidy ran. A man had screamed as she was slicing a lemon. The knife scored into the oak cutting board, and nicked her index finger. The voice, somewhere between a caterwaul and a screech, sounded like her boss, Wilbur Wimberly. Grace’s heart sank as she ran toward the shriek. The last time this boss-from-hell had screamed bloody murder, her cat Trouble had proudly presented him with a dead mouse. That gift had put her fur-baby in jeopardy.
On that occasion she’d found Wimberly threatening both cat and bounty with an iron poker. Instead of streaking away, Trouble darted about with his prey, just out of harm’s reach, taunting Wimberly. It might have been a fun game to watch, except Trouble was a daredevil and the fireplace tool was crashing dangerously close to his furry body. If Wimberly made contact, Grace would have had to kill the man. God knew that he needed killing, but inn-sitting was the only skill she possessed, and that recently acquired, so she had intervened.
It wasn’t hard to imagine someone wanting to murder Wilbur, but she didn’t want him slain on her watch—for sure she’d be the prime suspect—being as she had often threatened to kill him.
For the most part, things had gone well for her since the disappearance of her husband Charlie five months earlier. The guy wasn’t worth grieving over, she’d decided with her head, but she sure missed the family fortune. Charlie had liquidated and taken all of their assets with him, along with his glamorous secretary, Clover McBride.
Since then Grace had learned to live by her wits. She had made friends, found this job, and made plans for moving up the food chain. In fact, she’d just been musing that life was pretty darned good, or would be if only she could maintain her cool regarding her son Brand’s current love choice. At nineteen, his libido seemed to be in overdrive and the object of his affection was her ditzy maid, Sandy. The possibility of adding an innocent baby to her list of problems kept her awake nights.
A second ear-splitting yell vibrated through the air just as Grace reached the front hall.
“God in heaven!” Grace stopped dead in the foyer and the knife slipped through her fingers and fell silently to the carpeted floor. She blinked to clear her vision. “Am I seeing double?”
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After taking one last look toward her bedroom door, Lissy tucked her screwdriver into her pocket, slid the window open and stepped outside to freedom or at least temporary escape. Rays of sun warmed her as she maneuvered the bars back into place and worked the window pane down. Throwing her bag over her shoulder Lissy hurried through the yard, slipped over the neighbor’s fence, and ducked into the canopy of a weeping willow tree before stopping a moment. She scanned the area. When she was certain no one was following her, she hurried down the street.
“He wants me dead.” Lissy muttered under her breath as she took a furtive look behind then quickened her pace. “I know it.”
When she realized a man watched her through narrowed eyes, she abruptly turned down a sidewalk leading to a stranger’s home. She tugged at her hoodie, making sure her left eye was covered. Is he just watching me, or is he after me too? Lissy didn’t want to find out. She pretended to knock on the door. The man turned away to continue following his dog down the road.
Sprinting away from the house, she peeked around the hedgerow down the road. The man turned a corner. After waiting a few seconds, she shoved her arm through the other pack strap and dashed around the corner before slowing down, trying to look nonchalant.
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Norman Traxler entered his host’s kitchen and booted up his host’s computer. He stepped over the guy’s outstretched legs to reach the refrigerator.
“How ya doin’, Gerald? Got any beer in here?” He took a can of Budweiser and looked down at Gerald Tobin who stared up at him from the floor with frightened eyes.
“Good choice, Gerald. Had you pegged for a micro-brewery fag.” He opened the can and took a long swallow.
Gerald Tobin whimpered through the tape over his mouth. More tape bound his arms behind him and held his legs together. He sat on the floor, his back against the kitchen cabinets. A towel around his head turned pink with blood that seeped from a gash above his temple.
“Ever peep at your neighbors, Gerald? The twist across the way’s got some looks to her. Nice long legs. An ass I could wear like a catcher’s mask. But why’m I talkin’ to you about that?”
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Jennifer Bannister’s footsteps echoed down the hall. The uniforms of the inmates dampened the sound. Her ears tried to follow the faint sound, if only to affirm that she was still moving forward. There wasn’t anyone to hold her hand. She just trusted that each sign would guide her in the right direction.
I’ll get there at some point, Jennifer thought, trying to convince herself that she was doing the right thing. You can’t get lost in here; they don’t let you go off course. Her words slipped away. She felt the cold air settle over her skin. She glanced at a placard marked Visitors Only.
In the cool air, her skin tightened. Jennifer shivered and wished she were somewhere warmer. Seeing Violet for the first time was going to be hard enough. She was going to look the woman she hated most in the world in the eye. She didn’t want to be shaking from the cold and covered in goose bumps.
Jennifer peered through the bulletproof glass at Violet. There were markings embedded in the glass, swirls that made it harder to look directly into Violet’s eyes. Jennifer picked up the phone and listened. Violet grabbed it and began to speak, “It was never you that he loved. You know that right?” Violet’s voice was raspy.
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Why Write a Book on Money for Teenagers?
When it comes to building wealth, the most powerful force you have on your side is time. As the days and years pass, the opportunity to build wealth by leveraging time slowly dwindles. The idea for this book came from the realization that often times kids start working their first job at sixteen, likely just a minimum wage, or near-minimum wage, job, but they haven’t been taught how to accumulate wealth. I wasn’t.
In high school, I had some basic accounting, and I learned how to balance a checkbook. We did some stock market games to learn a little about investing, but no class I took ever laid out a plan for success in a capitalist society. No class I took talked about the “Rule of 72,” or compounding return on investment over time, or tax advantaged investment accounts.
But all of those things I just mentioned are critical to understand in a free market capitalist society. They are critical to understand from the moment that you earn your first dollar. It doesn’t matter how wealthy or poor your parents are, it doesn’t matter what background you have, all teenagers in the United States, after reading this book, can set themselves on a path to build a staggering amount of tax-free cash. With just a little bit of knowledge about how money works, and the discipline to follow through, you can be in control of your financial destiny.
I’m embarrassed to admit that I have not taken advantage of the time I’ve had to accumulate wealth. Worse than that, I realize that as the years have passed and other financial obligations of adulthood have grown, setting aside extra money becomes more and more elusive. I have to acknowledge some hard facts about my own bad money habits—bad habits that stopped me from building wealth. I have to reflect on wasted opportunities and bad decisions. Finally, I have to draw some tough conclusions about the consequences of not saving and investing.
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Jacque groaned as he stretched upright to alleviate the pain running through his lower spine.
Marie reached over to rub the small of his back. “Are you all right, my husband?”
“I’ll be fine,” Jacque replied. He leaned over the side of the horse-drawn cart and spat.
“We should rest for a spell,” Marie said.
“We are only three hours away from Kilgan. No point in stopping now.” He pretended his aches did not hinder him.
For two days, Jacque, Marie, their son Ernest, and two daughters, Yvonne and Isabelle, had journeyed across the valley. Their trek to the jousting fields of Kilgan was born of necessity. After the Harhn incursion, the lowborn endured a harder way of life. Their tribulation began with the last harvest. The yield had been the worst seen since Jacque’s eldest son of eighteen years was born. Despite the hard times, their liege still demanded his seasonal duty in full. After payment, barely enough remained to sustain his family.