Madison's prom was killer—literally. For some reason she's been targeted by a dark reaper—yeah, that kind of reaper—intent on getting rid of her, body and soul. But before the reaper could finish the job, Madison was able to snag his strange, glowing amulet and get away.
Now she's stuck on Earth—dead but not gone. Somehow the amulet gives her the illusion of a body, allowing her to toe the line between life and death. She still doesn't know why the dark reaper is after her, but she's not about to just sit around and let fate take its course.
With a little ingenuity, some light-bending, and the help of a light reaper (one of the good guys! Maybe . . . ), her cute crush, and oh yeah, her guardian angel, Madison's ready to take control of her own destiny once and for all, before it takes control of her.
Well, if she believed in that stuff.
"Angela Liddon knows that great cooks depend on fresh ingredients. You'll crave every recipe in this awesome cookbook!"
—Isa Chandra Moskowitz, author of Isa Does It
"So many things I want to make! This is a book you'll want on the shelf."
—Sara Forte, author of The Sprouted Kitchen
A self-trained chef and food photographer, Angela Liddon has spent years perfecting the art of plant-based cooking, creating inventive and delicious recipes that have brought her devoted fans from all over the world. After struggling with an eating disorder for a decade, Angela vowed to change her diet — and her life — once and for all. She traded the low-calorie, processed food she'd been living on for whole, nutrient-packed vegetables, fruits, nuts, whole grains, and more. The result? Her energy soared, she healed her relationship with food, and she got her glow back, both inside and out. Eager to share her realization that the food we put into our bodies has a huge impact on how we look and feel each day, Angela started a blog, ohsheglows.com, which is now an Internet sensation and one of the most popular vegan recipe blogs on the web.
This is Angela's long-awaited debut cookbook, with a trasure trove of more than 100 moutherwatering, wholesome recipes — from revamped classics that even meat-eaters will love, to fresh and inventive dishes — all packed with flavor. The Oh She Glows Cookbook also includes many allergy-friendly recipes — with more than 90 gluten-free recipes — and many recipes free of soy, nuts, sugar, and grains, too!
Whether you are a vegan, "vegan-curious," or you simply want to eat delicious food that just happens to be healthy, too, this cookbook is a must-have for anyone who longs to eat well, feel great, and simply glow!
From the Trade Paperback edition.
Angela Liddon’s eagerly awaited follow-up to the New York Times bestseller The Oh She Glows Cookbook, featuring more than one hundred quick-and-easy whole-foods, plant-based recipes to keep you glowing every day of the year.
Angela Liddon’s irresistible and foolproof recipes have become the gold standard for plant-based cooking. Her phenomenally popular blog and New York Times–bestselling debut, The Oh She Glows Cookbook, have amassed millions of fans eager for her latest collection of creative and accessible recipes. Now, in this highly anticipated follow-up cookbook, Liddon shares wildly delicious recipes that are perfect for busy lifestyles, promising to make plant-based eating convenient every day of the week—including holidays and special occasions! Filled with more than one hundred family-friendly recipes everyone will love, like Oh Em Gee Veggie Burgers, Fusilli Lentil-Mushroom Bolognese, and Ultimate Flourless Brownies, Oh She Glows Every Day also includes useful information on essential pantry ingredients and tips on making recipes kid-, allergy-, and freezer-friendly. A beautiful go-to cookbook from one of the Internet’s most beloved cooking stars, Oh She Glows Every Day proves that it’s possible to cook simple, nourishing, and tasty meals—even on a busy schedule.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
Sarah Wilson thought of herself as a relatively healthy eater. She didn't realize how much sugar was hidden in her diet, or how much it was affecting her well-being. When she learned that her sugar consumption could be the source of a lifetime of mood swings, fluctuating weight, sleep problems, and thyroid disease, she knew she had to make a change.
What started as an experiment to eliminate sugar--both the obvious and the hidden kinds--soon became a way of life, and now Sarah shows you how you can quit sugar too:
* follow a flexible and very doable 8-week plan
* overcome cravings
* make food you're excited to eat with these 108 recipes for detox meals, savory snacks, and sweet treats from Sarah Wilson and contributors including Gwyneth Paltrow, Curtis Stone, Dr. Robert Lustig (The Fat Chance Cookbook), Sarma Melngailis (Raw Food/ Real World), Joe "the Juicer" Cross, and Angela Liddon (Oh She Glows)
I Quit Sugar makes it easy to kick the habit for good, lose weight, and feel better than ever before. When you are nourished with delicious meals and treats, you won't miss the sugar for an instant.
"When I quit sugar I found wellness and the kind of energy and sparkle I had as a kid. I don't believe in diets or in making eating miserable. This plan and the recipes are designed for lasting wellness." -- Sarah Wilson
From the Trade Paperback edition.
Just for tonight, they’re going to swap partners, and bang the daylights out of each other’s stepfathers!
Little do they realize that their horny teenage neighbors, Jenny and Jerry, are watching ‘Stepaddy’s Christmas Orgy’ through their snowy living room window!
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Golden candlelight flickered in rhythm with the low fire as sultry music wafted out of the spacious living room. “That’s the CD I gave your stepdad,” Sam murmured in a pleased undertone.
“You think he’s figured out what we’re doing yet?” Carly whispered back.
Sam’s tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Oh, yeah. I think he’s figured it out.”
Even so, the carefully set scene startled them. They hesitated in the doorway, and looked around in surprise. Someone had dimmed the lights, and an open wine bottle was sitting on the coffee table. Will was standing in front of the fireplace, half-turned so that the huge bulge in his pants was clearly silhouetted. And Byron was sprawled across one of the long couches. The moment he saw the girls emerge from the shadows, his hand moved to his crotch and began to glide up and down.
“Well, will you look at this? Come and model for us,” he invited, and waved his other hand in lazy invitation. “Will, take a seat while these lovely ladies enchant us with their beauty!”
Carly wanted to snicker, but she was so breathless that she couldn’t quite manage it.
Sam nudged her in the ribs. “Your house, you go first.”
Will was already settling onto the other couch, and the avid approval in his eyes made her shyness vanish like smoke.
Slowly she moved into the light, and walked toward the glowing fireplace. The heat from the red embers warmed her bare thighs. She turned, and let its dim glow backlight her slender body. The sheer bodice swept low between her small breasts, then draped loosely to showcase her narrow waist and curving hips. The lacy hem just barely covered her tiny blonde curls.
Across the room, one of the men softly moaned. She wasn’t quite sure who it was, but she thought maybe it was Byron.
As if on cue, Sam sauntered across the room, and turned in a slow circle when she reached Carly’s side. Her antique gold teddy shimmered seductively with every breath. The dark vee between her legs was clearly visible in the candlelight, and her dusky nipples were taut with excitement.
The contrast between them—bright and dark, slender and curved, innocent and sultry—was so incredibly erotic that Will groaned, too.
“Baby…” That was definitely Byron’s strangled voice. Carly felt new wetness dampen the empty tingling space between her legs. Her heart was pounding so loudly that she could barely even hear the sensual music.
“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” Sam said in a sweet, clear voice--and gently pushed Carly in his direction.
“And what a Christmas gift!” He rose on shaking legs, and met Carly halfway across the room. She was trembling…with fear or excitement? “Sweetie, are you okay with this?”
Carly gulped again, and vigorously nodded. “It was actually my idea,” she whispered a little unsteadily. “Not Sam’s. Are you mad at us?”
“Mad?” He released a laugh that sounded ragged around the edges. “Do I look mad to you? More important,” he added, dropping his voice to a seductive murmur as he caught her hand, “do I feel mad?”
She caught her breath in wondering surprise. All night long, she’d been sneaking quick peeks...and she’d thought that he looked awfully big. But as her hand closed around his rigid shaft, and his fingers curled around hers to move them up and down in an erotic caress, she began to shake with excitement. He wasn’t just big, he was huge! Just like her stepdad! And…
“Wow!” She gaped up at him in surprise. “It curves?”
North and east they trekked to a place seen only once before...It was completely dark when the headlights caught a simple Department of Transportation sign, along a rural highway, that read Borough of Colsonburg.
Were in Colsonburg, kids, Ginny cheered over her shoulder, exhausted but relieved. The children had, ironically, all fallen asleep.
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Petes prayer was not eloquent or well-crafted but it was from his heart and he meant every word of iteven more than he was able to say in words. It got kind of quiet and finally both looked up at each other. They stayed quiet for a few more moments.
Happy birthday, Peter, Pastor Dan finally greeted him.
Huh? Pete wondered out loud.
Today, right now, youve been bornagain. Happy birthday.
Wow, I guess so. Pete let a slight grin escape along with a nod.
Pete sat on that rock and watched the water go by. He thought how he somehow actually finally felt clean and fresh like that pure water. Everything looked the same and he was otherwise just Pete Archer but he also knew he was different now and that his life would be changed. Already it felt as if a gigantic weight had been lifted from him and indeed it had been. He prayed a little more, just letting his thoughts and feelings about it all go up to God. But eventually he had to leave. Walking back up the path everything was the same but at the same time everything was different.
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but Ginny stayed seated, her head dropped, tears falling all the way to the floor. Then a warm presence was sensed on the pew beside her and a gentle hand was felt running across the backs of her shoulders and resting on her left arm. Joanies voice was heard whispering straight into Ginnys right ear, Ill go with you if you want me to.
Ginny simply nodded and the two stood up in exact formation and made their way down the aisle to kneel at the rail. Immediately they were joined by Meredith Holt and Holly Corbin. Joanies hand never departed from Ginnys arm for even a fraction of a second. Rev. Lilly came down and knelt opposite the rail from the two ladies and inquired how he could pray for Ginny.
Speaking in only half sentences, split by sobs and gasps, Ginny poured out the horror story of the last months, one tissue after another being plucked from the box always there at the ready.
Oh sister, even Rev. Lilly was touched, you have come to the right place today!
Ginny cried all over again when she stood and witnessed the gathering of friends also standing up behind where she had been. She also let a smile escape as she embraced Joanie, a sister in so many ways except biologically. Many other hugs were shared and the whole box of tissues was consumed. Only now did the congregation begin to depart.
Beth was napping when her cell phone woke her that afternoon. The display said, Mom.
Hey, she started cheerfully through a yawn.
You got a few minutes, babe? her mom asked.
You bet, Beth promised.
Ginny related the whole accountBeth listened in stunned silence, tears coming down her cheeks.
Satisfied her mother was done, she half-sobbed, half-laughed , thats wonderful, Mom.
Just before leaving for the evening worship service, Beths phone rang again. This time the display said Sis. Patty and Beth talked and laughed and cried and thanked God together long enough that Beth missed the service.
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Randy, the senior member of the officerless crew said, Lets go.
County, Engine 5-1 responding with three, Pete called on the radio and they joined the race to Colsonburg, sirens wailing.
The radio was alive with reports from officers and orders to the many pieces of apparatus pouring into the boroughThe Colsonburg Fire Auxiliary members brought coffee and sandwiches to all the firefighters with bread, meat, and cheese donated by several store owners in the borough.
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Pete stood next to her; he looked down at her and watched her for a moment. She was laughing with the rest, her smile wide and glowing. She looked up at him as she laughed and he smiled down at her. It was good to see her again and to see her so full of joy, despite everything she had been through. In his mind he traveled back to that horrid March day in Lewistown when she was so broken and lost; the contrast, what God had done, was so evident.
The experience of seeing her that way also reminded him of just how far he had come since that life-altering August afternoon almost four and a half years ago. He had never been the same since.
He simply looked at her and smiled as he said, Happy New Year!
Happy New Year to you, Pete, she reciprocated, smiling up at him
* * * * * * *
Good night, he affirmed back over his shoulder. See you tomorrow evening, he added.
See you then, she agreed before shutting the door behind her.
After sitting on that step for a moment more, Pete stood up and walked to his truck. Once again he thanked God for everything He was doing in all their lives
Tia Mowry’s 800,000+ Twitter followers know that she tells it like it is. Now, in a pregnancy guide like no other, Tia leaves no topic off-limits while helping expectant moms stay empowered, pampered, and laughing out loud. From sex during the third trimester to pimped-out strollers, Oh, Baby! reveals what to really expect on that nine-month road to the delivery room.
Sharing her personal experience with cravings (she couldn’t have done it without sourdough bread and Funyuns); maternity clothes (Tia prefers black, with sequins); panty liners (memorize that aisle at the drugstore); vagina exercises (just say No!); and hiding your bump from your coworkers (tricky for Tia, since her character on The Game was in lingerie half the time), the maternity maven also discusses Ask the OB Q&A’s she posed to her own ob-gyn, along with dozens of tried-and-true tips for combating morning sickness, fear, and everything else that might overshadow a radiant glow.
From the time she started showing to the moment she welcomed her new baby boy, Cree Taylor, into the world, Tia was in the spotlight, from Access Hollywood to every glossy magazine and countless online sites. Yet she stayed down-to-earth throughout it all. Keeping it real, Oh, Baby! helps every mommy-to-be stay stylish, maintain her dignity, and trust her gut (no matter how big it gets).
The way we walk or talk we became a weapon. One side of the street & one chosen sugar what a curve got thrown at me with his smile. Will I see the same look tomorrow? Or will I live through tomorrow? But things enamored by his muscular hands he was so tightly lipped.My dress flew all white doves eloquently but I saw through his hands were wrapped like a knife so bittersweet takes over. Why does this take forever tripping over men and their lips wide open in a disturbing way? I felt like I was in the movie "Eyes Wide Shut" What a Nicole she doesn't kid anyone? Damn, she was hot shit happens it’s a cruel dark world. We have no clue our faces turn disgraceful bruised blue. This is how they live inside us. It's not your New York or LA detective macho image moral rich one. They heard this big explosion!! She said what the hell is that? Louder than a tiger on hot tin roof-boom: they needed to get the lip style hand made guns. She looked at him but she got turned on awe with his physique and broad shoulders. How he held her with his gun it smoked right through her eyes. Her strawberry lips smoking hot he got an edible bite. Such fruit for their soul wasn't getting easier they lost many faces. The time torn through all their faces. She watched the play of light and that shadow amazing glow over his face. A voice comes out " Like the cold war nuclear wartime threats it felt like.These Men He'll Yeah and no your not against my will. Only time has a way of telling. Oh! yes, he's quite the actor he plays his part so well. But he will never get an Emmy in my Sage smile. So many tapes up faces started to pass her. He had the words Remy merciful with his ladies. They were walking on the street it was named Rue Monsieur Le Prince it seemed to fit him perfectly. She smiled and was thinking to herself she said "Please God" have mercy me the time sultry soft delicate hands. She was in France merci beaucoup she was wearing this sexy Parisian style dress, yellow like the goddess sun. This was not a doll collector made in France expensive dolls. They were all taped up. Almost like the women they saw with red tape what type of collector was this? He could see her mind and measurements walking in the restaurant took a seat looking through dead bodies I saw in the water. Too bad my dream man wasn’t my waiter taking my heart of an order. The next things I felt someone taking my life over. "Seeing double deuces pleasure this was not something to take one day at a time.
Ashley Melillo believes in enjoying a wide array of wholesome foods in order to thrive—physically, mentally, and emotionally. For her blog, Blissful Basil, she finds innovative ways to use plants for fun, flavorful dishes that keep her readers coming back. Her gorgeous debut cookbook brings brand-new recipes, plus a handful of signature dishes, from her kitchen to yours.
Blissful Basil focuses on bringing out the best flavors of whole foods and features more than 100 plant-based dishes that will delight vegans, vegetarians, and meat-eaters alike. What’s more, most of the recipes are free from gluten, soy, and refined sugars.
Inside, you’ll discover a variety of new creations and fan favorites, including:
- Raw Apple-Cinnamon Breakfast Parfait with Cinnamon Soft-Serve
- Burst Heirloom Tomato + SuperSeed Pesto Pasta
- Cosmically Fudgy Cacao-Tahini Brownies
- Crispy Parmesan Brussels Sprout Chips with Lemon Aioli
- Crispy Cauliflower Tacos with Tangy Slaw + Avocado Crema
- Pile ’Em High Epic Plant-Powered Nachos
Blissful Basil offers a vibrant journey through vegan cooking, where delicious plant-based foods become the colorful foundation for meals that nourish the body and delight the senses. When you treat plants with love and a splash of creativity, you’ll discover dishes that are flavor-packed and satisfying, whether it’s a quick breakfast or a savory dinner.
This is a cookbook for anyone in search of an accessible way to cook and enjoy more delicious, health-giving meals. Make your table a blissful place where wonderful foods rejuvenate your body, delight your palette, and enhance your well-being. With Blissful Basil, each meal is a new opportunity to choose foods that are as beneficial as they are delectable.
Daisy Hanbury poked her parasol between the bars of the cage, with the amiable intention of scratching the tiger's back. The tiger could not be expected to know this all by himself, and so he savagely bit the end of it off, with diabolical snarlings. Daisy turned to her cousin with a glow of sympathetic pleasure.
"What a darling!" she said. "He didn't understand, you see, and was perfectly furious. And it cost pounds and pounds, and I've spent all my allowance, and so I can't buy another, and my complexion will go to the dogs. Let's go there, too; the dingoes are absolutely fascinating. We'll come back to see these angels fed."
"Daisy, you have got the most admirable temper," she said. "I should have called that brute any names except 'darling' and 'angel.'"
"I know you would, because you don't understand either it or me. I understand both perfectly. You see, you don't love fierce wild things--things that are wicked and angry, and, above all, natural. I don't mind good, sweet, gentle things, like--oh, like almost everybody, if only they are sweet and good naturally. But generally they are not. Their sweetness is the result of education or morality, or something tedious, not the result of their natures, of themselves. Oh, I know all about it! Gladys, this parasol is beyond hope. Let's conceal it in the bushes like a corpse."
Daisy looked round with a wild and suspicious eye.