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Tom is a successful author, but he’s struggling to finish his novel. His main distraction is an online admirer, Evie, who simply won’t leave him alone. Evie is smart, well read, and unstable. She lives with her father, and her social-media friendships are not only her escape - they’re everything she has. When she’s hit with a restraining order, her world is turned upside down, and Tom is free to live his life again, to concentrate on writing. But things aren’t really adding up.

What happens when you strike a deal with baseball's most talented pitcher? You slip a plastic ring on his finger and say, "I do." Quirky meets broody in this laugh-out-loud, romantic comedy from best-selling author, Kristy Marie. The tattoo down his forearm reads: My power is perfected in weakness. It inspires bad decisions in everyone who crosses his path. Not me though, I’ve made worse decisions before breakfast. Marrying baseball phenom Cooper Lexington for his health insurance...doesn’t even rank top five.

Sexual intimacy in marriage is a great gift from a good God that cements couples together and brings unity and happiness. Nevertheless, in our broken and messed-up world we often need help and direction to understand and enjoy what it means to give ourselves to one another, and to overcome some of the difficulties and questions that every Christian husband and wife faces. Adrian and Celia Reynolds are straightforward and compassionate as they look at Scripture to guide couples in this area.

Adam has spent the last couple of years focusing on himself, trying to get his life and career in order. Now, entering his thirties, he’s painfully alone, struggling to meet and date anyone. After a series of unusual encounters with a woman whom Adam feels an attraction to unlike anyone he has before, he begins to experience strange problems, and he finds himself in deeply unsettling situations. Adam must discover what it means to love and be loved, and what he's willing to endure and sacrifice to truly be with someone.

Yet another business trip, and I find myself seated next to a smoking-hot piece of eye candy on my flight to New York. Turns out he’s got a special talent for locating the free-spirit I thought I’d lost somewhere at the bottom of my laptop bag. He said it was nice to meet me, but I wouldn’t know how nice until we got very familiar with an airplane blanket and each other, too. It was a crazy thing to do, just a onetime stunt. So why am I still thinking about him after five years?