Yours Always, Dean


Book Description

She glanced up at me. “Why are you here?” “I… I was worried about you. I wanted to make sure you were alright.” “Do you usually track down the daughters of the criminals you put away?” I shook my head. “No. You’re the first.” I drove us to a small cafe and we ordered sandwiches and coffee to go, then I went to park in a field. I opened the hatch and sat, slapping the space beside me. “You still haven’t told me why.” “Honestly? I don’t know why. I saw you by the van at your parents’ and… Jesus, Angel, even if we hadn’t gone to the shed, I’d have ended up here anyway. She blushed and her freckles disappeared. “You’re stuck in my head, Hanna, and I can’t get you out of it.” Hanna I’ve always been different. Just the short girl with too many curves and messed up eyes. I’m used to the stares and the whispers. Then, I meet Dean and he stares too, but the look in his eyes sets me on fire. Unfortunately, he’s not the only man’s attention I’ve caught and I disappear from Dean’s life without an explanation. When I reappear a year later, I know there’s no way he’ll ever want me again, but I hope he can forgive me just enough to help me. Dean What do you do when the love of your life disappears without an explanation? You forget about her (yeah, right). When Hanna phones me asking for help a year later, I go to her for a couple of reasons. One, I want to find out what happened. Two, I’ve never been able to tell the woman no and it seems that’s still a thing. When I find out why she disappeared, I make her a promise: I will help her, people will die, and she’ll remember that above all else, I will always love her. **Readers please be aware that this story has elements of human trafficking and sexual assault though they are not described in detail.




Yours Always, Kit


Book Description

He dunked his bun into it and I almost spilled my drink as he took a bite then licked his lips. I remembered that kiss against my truck. I thought about the sweet one by the generator. My mind moved to the mindblowing night we’d spent together after the bar. I wanted to feel him relax under my hands. I wanted to hear those noises he made. I wanted those shy yeses to reach my ears when I asked him if what I was doing was okay. Having said that, I wanted him to stick around so I could try and get to know him better. I should probably just focus on quiet movie time. I finished my soup and sat back with a sigh. His eyes were on me and I cocked my head in question. I could see his anxiety slowly climbing. “Close your eyes, Trap.” I smiled when he did and instantly relaxed. My lips found his and he leaned into it. I pulled back. “What do you need?” He kissed me again. “A shower.” I started to laugh. “So have one.” His grin made my heart kick. Why the hell had a shower almost sent him running? He stood and held his hand out to me. Oh. Taylor All it takes is a few moments of sitting on the deck with Kit and, suddenly, he’s all I can think about. It doesn’t take long to realize that someone in his past hurt him badly, but for some reason, he trusts me. Until he doesn’t. Every time we start to get close, the man runs and disappears. Now, the question is: am I willing to risk my heart in an attempt to heal his? Kit I can’t be loved. It’s not something I dwell on, it’s just something that is. I've learned the hard way that there’s something about me that drives people away. I’ve come to terms with it. It is what it is. So, I have a rule. I don’t go home with anyone I might ever see again. Then, I meet Taylor. The man just won’t leave my mind and the next thing you know, I’m finding my way back to him. I know one thing: I can’t give him what he wants even if it’s the one one thing I want too.




Yours Truly, Hugh Downs


Book Description

Hugh Downs, legendary broadcaster at 20/20 and The Tonight Show, describes how an endlessly creative childhood lead to his career as a radioman and broadcaster. Topics examined include: his father’s wayward attempt to automate their entire family home (down to the plumbing), a boyhood attempt to manufacture alcohol (until his Grandmother wrecked the still), being chased by a steam engine, klieg lights and their intense heat, cooking chicken in mud pits, Jack Paar and the role of television. This is an intimate and hilarious autobiography that celebrates the unique mix of whimsy, curiosity and discipline that defines the culture of broadcasting.




Black Postcards


Book Description

A bewitching memoir about the lures, torments, and rewards of making and performing music in the indie rock world Dean Wareham's seminal bands Galaxie 500 and Luna have long been adored by a devoted cult following and extolled by rock critics. Now he brings us the blunt, heartbreaking, and wickedly charismatic account of his personal journey through the music world-the artistry and the hustle, the effortless success and the high living, as well as the bitter pills and self-inflicted wounds. It captures, unsparingly, what has happened to the entire ecosystem of popular music over a time of radical change, when categories such as "indie" and "alternative" meant nothing to those creating the music, but everything to the major labels willing to pay for it. Black Postcards is a must-have for Wareham's many fans, anyone who has ever been in a band, or the listeners who have taken an interest in the indie rock scene over the last twenty years.




The I. G. in Peking


Book Description




The College Courant


Book Description










Chicago Legal News


Book Description