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In the spirit of C. S. Lewis's classic The Screwtape Letters, author and speaker Emily Wilson Hussem shines a light on the lies and tactics Satan uses to burden modern women with doubt, fear, insecurity, and discouragement—and empowers them with the truth that will set them free.

The adventure continues in SLIPSTREAM the second book of the IMPROBABLE Trilogy, a new historical fantasy thriller from the author of The CHRONOS Files. Miriam finds herself stranded in an alternative reality where subtle changes in the timeline have her struggling to maintain her alliances and uncertain as to exactly where she stands with Elias. To make matters worse, the New York papers are now touting another presumed victim of the Ripper — a woman Miriam remembers as very much alive — and new information suggests that this murder won't be the last.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Well, I see one dead person. Willie MacIntosh, a 90-something-year-old multi-millionaire, who looks 30, has a demanding personality and a strong opinion on my wardrobe and my love life, and wants to know how he died. The problem is, there were a lot of people who wanted Willie MacIntosh dead, and it's my job to figure out who the killer is.

Nine heiresses are missing in Gilded Age New York with no ransom demand. Journalist Miriam Cole's sister was the first to vanish twelve years ago. The only connection? They all attended the exclusive Pembroke School. Now, a bizarre murder has Miriam on the run, questioning the very nature of reality as she joins forces with a handsome ex-Pinkerton agent, a reluctant psychic, Mark Twain, and the NY League of Skeptics. Can Miriam save the girls or will New York City be destroyed in the crossfire?

Ann M. Martin’s Baby-Sitters Club series featured a complex cast of characters and touched on an impressive range of issues that were underrepresented at the time: divorce, adoption, childhood illness, class division, and racism, to name a few. In We Are the Baby-Sitters Club, writers from the original BSC generation will reflect on the enduring legacy of Ann M. Martin’s beloved series, 35 years later - celebrating the BSC’s profound cultural influence.

When Cambria Clyne - klutzy, 20-something single mom - takes the job of an apartment manager at an LA complex, she hopes her run of bad luck is finally coming to an end. She's got a nice home for her daughter, a steady source of income, and the cute maintenance guy is certainly a nice perk! But her luck takes a bad turn again when a dead body turns up and a crime spree takes over the community, and Cambria finds her complex squarely at the center of it all!

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Over the last year, I have confronted criminals, solved murders, saved lives, had multiple brushes with death, looked into the eyes of a serial killer, and stared down the barrel of a gun. I thought I knew stress. I thought wrong. In all my life, I have never experienced anything as stressful as the pickup zone at Trucker Middle School.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Right now, I’m on my way to Los Angeles with my boyfriend and a spirit. The spirit's name is Jose, and he was executed on death row for a murder he didn’t commit. Our mission, once we land, is to find out who the real killer was and make sure justice is served. Though I also plan to visit Hollywood Blvd, try caviar, and look for a (living) celebrity or two - because even a medium needs a day off every now and then.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. I'm not your typical medium. The kind portrayed on your favorite television shows. The spirits who visit me aren't interested in reuniting with loved ones. Nope. The spirits I connect with have sought me out for one thing and one thing only: justice. A task that would be easier if I were a homicide detective instead of a 23-year-old wannabe journalist with a love of hot romance novels.

As the Vanderbilt Ball approaches, a series of unexplained earthquakes have New York City on edge. Miriam's attempts to understand their cause lands her in the place she least wants to be. Confronting her deepest fears may be the only way to find the missing Pembroke Girls and save her sister. But the question that haunts Miriam most is whether Gwen can still be saved.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Sure, being a medium isn’t easy. Things like dating, working, and even sleeping are all hard to do when there’s a ghost hovering nearby, demanding your attention. But it’s not all bad, and I’d like to think I’m getting pretty good at it...most days.

Forever Wild, Forever Home invites listeners to discover the magic of The Wild Animal Sanctuary in Keenesburg, Colorado, the premier large carnivore sanctuary in the world. In 1980, Pat Craig rescued a baby jaguar he christened Freckles and took his first bold steps on a 40-year journey to combat the growing crisis of exotic animal captivity, abuse, and trafficking - one rescue at a time. Today more than 200 bears, 60 African lions, and 70 tigers, as well as jaguars, leopards, mountain lions, wolves, and other exotic animals, enjoy peace, comfort, and contentment.

The nine stories in Morgan Thomas’ shimmering debut collection, Manywhere, witness Southern queer and genderqueer characters determined to find themselves reflected in the annals of history, at whatever cost. As each character traces deceit and violence through Southern tall tales and their own pasts, their journeys reveal the porous boundaries of body, land, and history, and the sometimes ruthless awakenings of self-discovery.

For apartment manager Cambria Clyne, every day is a bad hair day, and her birthday is no exception. At least, the rest of her life is in order. Her daughter is thriving in their new home, Cambria is up for a promotion at work, and she’s got two men vying for her attention - the hunky ex-maintenance man and her dreamy baby daddy. As if that wasn’t enough excitement, Cambria’s best friend Amy has just landed the role of a lifetime on the hit prime time drama Ghost Confidential.

Since taking the job of an on-site apartment manager, single-mom Cambria Clyne's life has been one wild ride. Streaking residents, a corpse in the dumpster, rogue parrots—she has seen it all. Or so she thinks.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. At least...I used to. Communications with the "other side" are down, and I have no idea why. This couldn't have come at a worst time because the town's pharmacist, Mr. Sanders, has just been murdered. Police have all but closed the case because the evidence overwhelmingly points to one person. Problem is, my medium senses are telling me there's more to the story.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. I thought I was getting pretty good at this whole medium gig...until today. Have you ever been kissing the man of your dreams when his dead ex-girlfriend appears? No? I have, and let me tell you it's a total mood killer. Her name is Vanessa Tobin, and she's a journalist with a passion for truth and justice and self-help books. The last thing she remembers is investigating the disappearance of 20-year-old Lux Piefer. She was close to solving the case. Too close. Now we need to find Lux and catch Vanessa's killer.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. For the first time in my adult life, I am in a big city. Los Angeles! It’s everything and nothing like I imagined. There aren’t celebrities on every corner, and the walk of fame smells like urine, but the weather is perfection, the palm trees are plentiful, the beaches are spectacular, and there are a whole lot of dead people. Dead people with exactly one aim: to catch a killer.

Topical, relatable, and just plain fun, these and many other stories in this collection deal with friendship, kinship, and the complexities of the modern world, and are sure to leave you with a smile.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Catching killers and solving murders for those who have passed away is sort of my thing. Is it fun? No. Have I almost died? Multiple times. I'm not sure why I've been predestined to be a medium to the traumatically deceased but I have. I’m used to it by now. At least, I thought I was. Until this afternoon. A new spirit appeared to me, and this one is different. This one is personal.