Kirjahaku

I used to imagine that life would be easier, more enjoyable, if I were tall, blond, and supermodel thin. But real life-like the average, every day woman-is full of curves and imperfections, and many opportunities to learn that it's not the number on the scale that measures the capacity of your heart. After years of struggling with poor self esteem and too many crash diets to count, I finally got wise-and hired a trainer. With an enthusiastic push from my brother's fianc and more motivation than a Joel Osteen sermon, I, Madeline "Leni" Moore, am ready to ditch the oh-woe-is-me act. That is, until I smack head-on into a tree and collide with him. Lane Sheffield is the guy you drool over from afar. One look at him the first day on the runner's track, and my panties are up in flames. He's out of my league. Slim, sleek, and athletic to my plump, dull, and unfit. Lane has no reason to like me, but to my utter shock . . . he does and this newfound attention from the opposite sex has me all sorts of baffled. What starts out as a healthy journey to lose some of the extra me, turns into a quest to find my true self. Will the need to fit in and finally have someone to call my own lead me to my weight loss goal or my happiness goal? I've focused so long on being skinny, what will it take for me to learn the ultimate lesson-that beauty is only skin deep?

For the Grayson family the holidays have always been a time of togetherness. Eat, drink, and be merry is their motto, but not this year . . . With Marcus and Riley knee deep in their flourishing careers, their spouses, Tessa and Beck, have been decking the halls and dashing through the snow without support from the busy Grayson duo. A new baby is on the way for one of these ladies and she hasn't even had the chance to tell the daddy; plans for a huge holiday feast are up in the air because priorities are out of whack; unexpected visitors and a bomb of a surprise from Mr. Grayson-it's safe to say this holiday will be far from jolly. Tempers are high, feelings are bruised, and it's not something spiked eggnog can cure. Will Marcus and Riley make it home for the holidays or will Tessa and Beck be forced to ring in the New Year alone?

London Monroe is forced to accept an unwanted new reality. Her marriage is over. Her best friend is a million miles away. Her mother's health is failing. And no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to make ends meet. They say the way to mend a broken soul is to find someone to make it whole again. But she never imagined it would be him, or that love could be so . . .intense. Discovering the unexpected will surprise her. Life will get harder before it gets easier. And the man meant to see her through it all will take her by storm. Immersed in a whirlwind of emotion, London soon learns that there's a delicate line between love and . . . obsession.

All I wanted to do was love her. I couldn't break her when she'd finally been put back together . . . when she was finally mine.I was a coward, a bigger a**hole than her ex-husband, a more selfish pr*ck than her brother.But London didn't know that. She only saw me as the man who would give her the world, the man who owned her heart. And even though the confession burned the tip of my tongue and begged to be spit out and set free, I couldn't do it. Not yet . . . I needed to hold on to this lie for just a little while longer to keep her safe.

Four unlikely couples, one fascinating neighborhood. There must be something in the whiskey here in Williamsburg, Brooklyn because love is in the air, and the New York City summer heat isn't the only thing making these sexy hipsters sizzle. A barista, a tattoo artist, a musician, and a baker. Lumbersexual beards, steampunk ink, acoustic guitars, and lip-smacking sweet treats. Unbutton your cardigan, pull up your suspenders and prepare to experience the trendy world of these eclectic characters as they stumble into love, one culture-infused tale at a time. And just when you think all's kosher under the bright city lights, hold on to your aviators while these close-knit, quirky twosomes reveal a few surprises you won't soon forget at an end of summer rooftop shindig.

Engang troede jeg, at livet ville være lettere og rarere, hvis jeg var høj, blond og tynd som en supermodel. Men i virkeligheden er livet – ligesom de fleste almindelige kvinder – fuld af former og fejl. Men livet rummer også uendelige muligheder for at lære, at det ikke er tallet på vægten, der viser, hvad hjertet er i stand til. Efter i årevis at have kæmpet med dårligt selvværd og været på utallige kure har jeg endelig besluttet at få mig en personlig træner. Min brors forlovede har entusiastisk hjulpet mig med alt for meget motivation, og nu er jeg, Madeline “Leni” Moore, klar til at smide bekymringerne over bord. Det er så lige indtil, jeg løber frontalt ind i et træ og kolliderer med ham. Lane Sheffield, ham som man kun kan savle over. På afstand. Første gang, jeg så ham på løbestien, blev jeg underligt varm helt nye steder. Han er klart over mit niveau. Han er slank, elegant og atletisk i modsætning til mig, der er stor, kedelig og i dårlig form. Der er ingen grund til, at Lane kan lide mig, men … det kan han, og denne uvante opmærksomhed gør mig forvirret. Komplet forvirret. Det, der begyndte som en sund rejse for at smide nogle kilo, ender som en mission for at finde mit sande jeg. Vil behovet for at passe ind og endelig have én at kalde min føre mig mod mit mål om at tabe mig eller mit mål om at blive lykkelig? Jeg har fokuseret så længe på at blive tynd, at jeg ikke ved, at ikke al skønhed kan ses med det blotte øje. Faith Andrews er kendt for at skrive bøger, man kan spejle sig i, og som garanterer en aktivering af hele følelsesregistret. Hun har udgivet bøger siden 2013 og har altid elsket at skrive og at være mor. Hun bor uden for New York med sin mand, to smukke, vilde døtre og den lille Yorkshire-terrier Rocco Giovanni. Hun ses oftest med næsen begravet i en bog eller ved en computer, hvor hun er i gang med at skabe den næste farverige roman. Hun tror fuldt og fast på kærlighed ved første blik.