A treasure worth having is worth believing inMargo Wilson understands two things really well: planning and timing.After looking carefully at the statistics, her family tree, and the town she lived in,Margo knew one thing for certain. She was in the last six months of her two-yearwindow of optimal breeding. None of her close friends would understand or approve,but she has to get pregnant in the next six months if kids are going to be in her future.She needs to find a good donor, write a great contract, and voila, instant Mommy.Roman Gray should have been a happy man. After being erroneously incarceratedfor a year, the real culprits were found and brought to justice. Unfortunately,that year in prison was plenty of time to destroy his life, connections, and to lose his fiancée.Now he wanders around doing odd jobs and going wherever they take him. Disillusionedand bitter with life, he believes he's seen it all, and...

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"Mother, I wonder how people do, when they are going to write a book?" "Do?" repeated her mother. "Yes. I wonder how they begin." "I suppose they have something to tell; and then they tell it," said simple Mrs. Carpenter. "No, no, but I mean a story." "What story have you got there?" The mother was shelling peas; the daughter, a girl of twelve years old perhaps, was sitting on the floor at her feet, with an octavo volume in her lap. The floor was clean enough to sit upon; clean enough almost to eat off; it was the floor of the kitchen of a country farmhouse. "This is the 'Talisman,'" the girl answered her mother's question. "O mother, when I am old enough, I should like to write stories!" "Why?"

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Christmas day was grey with clouds; on the roofs of the city and in the streets the sun never shone all day. People called it cold. Sarah Staples found it so on her crossing. Inside Mrs. Lloyd\'s front-door, however, it seemed to Matilda to be nothing but sunshine. She had not leisure to look at the grey sky, and to be sure the temperature was that of summer. Matilda had a great deal to do. Her various parcels were to be neatly tied up in white paper, with the names of the persons they were for nicely written thereon, and then committed to Mrs. Bartholomew for arranging on the Christmas tree. Then the presents for Anne and Letitia were to be directed and sent; Maria\'s basket packed and put in charge of the express-man; and several little letters written, one to Mr. Richmond. Till all these things were done, Matilda had no time to think of the weather; then she found that the snow was beginning to fall and coming thick. --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition. --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.