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The Keith Milano Memorial Fund was established to help raise awareness about the devastating and deadly disease that is mental illness. Keith’s spirit and laughter are kept alive through our efforts to increase awareness about mental illness and to raise money for education and imperative research. Keith often struggled with society’s perception of mental illness. Our hope is that by having the strength to say that Keith was “Bipolar” we can strip away the stigma and help others to be more open about their disease.
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The Keith Milano Memorial Fund benefits the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP). At the end of the event, participating authors pay AFSP directly.
AFSP is the only national not-for-profit organization exclusively dedicated to understanding and preventing suicide through research and education, and to reaching out to people with mood disorders and those affected by suicide. AFSP is a fully accredited 501(c)(3) tax-exempt organization incorporated in the state of Delaware with primary offices in New York City. Federal tax ID # is 13-3393329.
His timid, feeble disposition contradicted the violent rumors that surrounded him. He wasn’t a murderer… but they were afraid of him, anyway.
I was fascinated by him and the cautious way he hid his face. His hands trembled when somebody stared too long, and he was wary of speaking.
Secrets burned beneath his skin, and it was my job to expose them all. Bit by bit, I was tasked with tearing him apart until there was nothing left but the truth.
The funny thing about the truth? There’s always two versions, and it was Sebastian’s version that made me bleed.
I no longer wanted to wreck him. I wanted to protect him.
They called him Vicious… but it was me they should’ve been afraid of.
Alec Sanborne abandoned me when I was nothing but a scared teenager. He deserted me in a house with a monster. Now, he’s prancing around NYU as a professor, pretending he’s normal.
But my step-brother is far from normal. I know all of his dirty little secrets, the ones he tries so carefully to hide. I plan to expose him, to strip everything away that he loves until he has nothing but me.
One look and I can see the love and desire in his eyes. He says he wants nothing to do with me, that I can’t be in his class. But how could I abandon the man I’ve fantasized about all these years?
What started off as nothing more than a product to them quickly became everything to me.Each Friday is the same. I drive a borrowed truck to a warehouse to pick up a delivery. The back of the truck stays locked at all times, and I never look inside no matter what. These are the rules I must follow without any mishaps.Nothing can go wrong. Until it does. The curiosity I usually fight against ends up winning when I'm stranded in the middle of nowhere. Something calls my attention to the back of the truck and once I cut the lock, there's no turning back. I can no longer lie to myself when I finally see what I've been delivering.One look at the frightened, beautiful man crawling out of the dark, and all the rules are shot to hell, and so is the promise of my family's safety. I can't walk away no matter how hard I try. The heartless man I've allowed myself to become in order to keep my loved ones safe now feels too much, and I can no longer finish what I started. Is Paxton really worth the risk? Can I keep him safe from the men who are after us. Most importantly, can I protect him from myself?It won't stop me from trying. They want him and will keep coming until they get what they're after.Him and everyone else keep forgetting one very important detail,the only person he belongs to,is me.
I’ve been tormented by three a-holes my whole life; Theon, Foxyn, and Leyton. From sticking me in lockers to giving me wedgies to stripping me naked and laughing while I try to run home these three have done it all.
I hated them and their cruel games.
I’m their senior, I shouldn’t let them push me around.
But at some point the pain turned to pleasure and I…liked it. Their wicked glances, their devilish grins, their endless teasing. A few well placed words and I’m a wet, squirming mess.
Now? I can’t get enough of them. I don’t want to share them with anyone else. They will be mine. My cruel Valentines.
Siblings Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert were planning to adopt an orphaned boy to help out around their farm, Green Gables - instead, they got Anne Shirley. A plucky redheaded girl with a vibrant imagination, Anne turns first Green Gables and then the rest of Prince Edward Island on its ear.
Manga Classics® is proud to be the only authorized manga adaption of Anne of Green Gables by the Heirs of L.M. Montgomery, with a foreword by Kate McDonald Butler - granddaughter of the original author!
This volume presents a faithful recreation of this classic kids novel, from the Lake of Shining Waters to the Dryad's Bubble!
Anne of Green Gables is the book that I remember getting me into reading as a kid. I loved it and went on to read the series. Later I watched the movies. I have recommended it to my daughter many times. I even watched the latest television adaptation on Netflix and couple of years ago. I don't think I'll ever not have a spot in my heart of this story. I've tried Manga Classics before and had a good experience so when I saw they had Anne of Green Gables, I had to read it. I think they did a wonderful job of turning this into a manga. They pretty much stuck with the storyline. It still made me emotional. The artwork really brought it life. I hope it opens this story up to a whole new group who wouldn't have read the story otherwise. I enjoyed the author's explanation of why certain areas were more prominent and what things meant to them personally. I also liked the artist sort of "walking through" the drawing of the characters. If you like Anne's books or movies, classics, comics or manga, you should definitely check out this book.
***copy given in exchange for an honest review*** FGMAMTC
The company controls his life, but not his destiny.
Blurb
Working for ARC in the depths of space, 17-year-old Julian Sastre has struggled in the mines for two years to make the family name mean something again. He is a Pathfinder - the most dangerous and elite job in the mines, seeking out the richest growths of C6.
When he is blamed for an explosion that causes a collapse, he flees into the ruins of Old Easton, the city his father’s mistake destroyed a decade ago. The only ally Julian has there is Garret, a charming thief with secrets of his own.
ARC is determined to capture him, and the Wasters who live in what's left of the city are more than they appear. Will Julian decide to protect what he truly cares about and find his own path?
Get the first book in the Kessler Effect series, Fall of the Pathfinder, and find out today!
Fall of the Pathfinder is a slow burn queer science fiction romance.
Excerpt
“I don’t—” Another crack. The window made a sound like breaking stone. Kernels of clear plastic pelted Julian’s right side. His HUD flashed a bright red damage warning.
“Big guy?”
“I’m all right!” Julian said.
Something hit Julian’s back. Hard. He couldn’t swallow down the grunt of pain. Another warning flashed across his HUD. He ignored it and kept his eyes focused on the map. “Left again. One de— Half of the last turn.”
The driver’s eyebrows slashed downward, but the smile didn’t quite leave the man’s face.
They flew over the sand and the rover spent at least as much time in the air as it did on the ground, leaving Julian’s stomach behind each time it rose.
More debris clanged against them. The rear window cracked. It pelted his back. The debris overwhelmed the map with flashing red warning messages, but it didn’t matter. He was past the point of being helpful. If he’d let his teeth open, the only thing that would come out would be a scream.
The driver’s eyes never flicked away from the windshield, and his fingers never left the wheel. Not even to wipe away the blood rolling down his cheek.
Everything in Julian’s HUD lit up bright red, then it went dark. He looked down.
A rod of rusted metal was jutting through his side, just to the left of his belly button.
The pain hit him like it was waiting for him to notice it.
He ground his teeth together. The scream scorched his tongue. His arms shook. Sand streamed past his shoulders and into the rover. Julian pressed hard against the space of the window. It was the only way to keep himself from dropping forward into the seat with each bump. The pressure shoved the metal rod deeper, and spots of color danced across his vision.
The driver’s grip on the wheel was so tight that it made his knuckles white, but the guy was still smiling.
The roar of the storm was everywhere. It was filling up the world, and there was no room left for any other sounds.
The darkness was thick enough to feel. It pressed against Julian’s skin and sucked up the warmth. There was nothing but the dark, the scream, the pain, and the driver’s tight expression lit by the displays on the dashboard.
“Hold on!”
Laughter bubbled out of Julian. Holding on was the only thing he could do.
The rover hit a bump, and he flew. His head hit the roof. The world started spinning and flickering.
Julian bit the end of his tongue to keep the sounds locked inside. Another bump made him bite too hard, and his mouth filled with the metallic taste of his own blood.
They stopped.
His hand slipped, and he smacked the front window hard enough to make his vision flare red and then black. For a second, Julian was sure that he was going to pass out. He wanted to pass out.
Julian’s eyes cleared, and he got a look at the spot his rescuer chose to get them through the storm. It was a stretch of desert locked away inside a blacked-out Wall. The darkness of the storm had been bad, but the shadows that had pooled where they were now were something else. They were the thick, living kind that he’d only ever seen inside the mine.
The rover entered the space at an angle and the headlights caught on strange shapes and crumbled walls. It was impossible to see anything beyond the cones of light they cast in the heavy darkness, but Julian didn’t need to see to know where they were.
They were in Easton. The town his father destroyed.
About the Author
L. C. Lowe lives in Kansas City, where she spends most of her time trying to convince a very needy dog to let her pay attention to anything but him. She loves stories in all forms, be it books, movies, video games, or a car commercial that may or may not have made her tear up one (ok, maybe more than one) time.
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