My new neighbor warned me about you—she said you’re “weird.”
And she’s right—there is something a little… <i>off</i> about you. You invite people over for a barbecue without bothering to clean. You wear T-shirts with divisive political statements on them, make jokes about genitals in mixed company, and don’t seem to care what people think of you.
<i>Weird, indeed.</i> Because I’ve spent my whole life proving myself to others, trying to fit in. Trying to live a better life than the little girl who was tortured at school, who had holes in her shoes, who cowered under the covers while her parents’ screams shook the walls.
And I’ve finally done it. This quiet, upscale community, the stunning homes and well-coifed families who live in it—this is the perfect place for my family. The life I always dreamed of.
But somehow, despite all my resolve to fit in here, I’ve ended up across the table from the “weird” girl. Your kitchen table is smeared with paint, and the tea you’ve served me tastes suspiciously like dirt.
Between us sits a gleaming chessboard.
And you are about to introduce me to a game I can never win.
<b>Angsty, discomfiting, and low-key erotic, “The Pawn” explores the razor thin line that separates jealousy from desire.</b>
Kristen Mae lives on the Atlantic coast of Florida with her two beautiful children and a fuzzy, giant-eared little dog named Gizmo. In addition to being a novelist, she is a classically trained violist, an avid runner and yogi, and an artist.
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Before he died, my brother told me about the scientific impossibility of stillness.
I sought stillness anyway. Peace.
And I think I’d almost found it.
But then I met her.
FROM THE BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF BEYOND THE BREAK
A new friendship. A simple gift. A love that defies convention.
It’s been three years since Claire Pyles lost her baby to stillbirth, three years since her picture-perfect husband committed an act Claire can’t seem to forget, much less forgive. Three years she’s spent struggling to reclaim peace. Still, she has every reason to be happy—a dream job as principal cellist in the symphony, a beautiful home, meaningful volunteer work at the cancer center. Claire may have suffered tragedy, but it’s true what her mother always said: Someone always has it worse.
Right now, that someone is Hazel Duval, a violinist who recently stumbled into Claire’s life. Shy and prone to panic attacks, Hazel offers a welcome distraction from Claire’s own problems—something Claire can actually fix.
But when the two women travel to Italy for a music festival, Hazel’s panic intensifies, and Claire’s attempts to help seem only to worsen her friend’s mental state. Then one morning, Hazel does something Claire never would have predicted: she kisses her.
Claire views this kiss, and what follows, as the purest form of giving—a restorative she can offer her friend that no one else can. But what Claire is about to learn is that Hazel is not the only one who is broken, and Claire is not the only one with the power to heal.
Provocative, revelatory, and tragically realistic, Objects in Motion tells the other side of the story from Beyond the Break, where readers saw Claire only through Hazel’s eyes. Whatever readers of Beyond the Break thought they knew about Claire…they were wrong.
Ox was twelve when his daddy taught him a very valuable lesson. He said that Ox wasn’t worth anything and people would never understand him. Then he left.
Ox was sixteen when he met the boy on the road, the boy who talked and talked and talked. Ox found out later the boy hadn’t spoken in almost two years before that day, and that the boy belonged to a family who had moved into the house at the end of the lane.
Ox was seventeen when he found out the boy’s secret, and it painted the world around him in colors of red and orange and violet, of Alpha and Beta and Omega.
Ox was twenty-three when murder came to town and tore a hole in his head and heart. The boy chased after the monster with revenge in his bloodred eyes, leaving Ox behind to pick up the pieces.
It’s been three years since that fateful day—and the boy is back. Except now he’s a man, and Ox can no longer ignore the song that howls between them.