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College freshman Simone Chang is feeling homesick. For the first time, she’s spending Chinese New Year without her family. But fortunately, she has her best friend by her side, Will Higa…aka the boy she has wanted since pretty much forever. Will promises her that he will make this Chinese New Year one to remember. Because it turns out that he has always wanted her too and is ready to make her his… ***Ring in the Lunar New Year with this sweet and sexy friends-to-lovers story!*** WORD COUNT: 6,000
This exuberant story follows a Chinese American family as they prepare for the Lunar New Year. Each member of the family lends a hand as they sweep out the dust of the old year, hang decorations, and make dumplings. Then it’s time to put on new clothes and celebrate with family and friends. There will be fireworks and lion dancers, shining lanterns, and a great, long dragon parade to help bring in the Lunar New Year. And the dragon parade in our book is extra long–on a surprise fold-out page at the end of the story. Grace Lin’s artwork is a bright and gloriously patterned celebration in itself! And her story is tailor-made for reading aloud.
I have a secret. I kind of faked my perfect SAT score to get a full scholarship at Middleson University. It worked, but now I have one major problem—Rick, a wealthy jerk who looks like Zac Efron and who's blackmailing me with my lie. What does the jerk want in exchange for his silence? My body... WORD COUNT: 8,400 Excerpt: I'm in a good mood till I spot something in the corner. Or more precisely, someone. Rick is here, and he's staring at me. He looks like such a privileged d**khead with his pink polo shirt, chino pants, the sunglasses on his head, and the smirk on his handsome—but begging to be punched—face. I glare at him. "Who's that?" Felicity asks. "Do you know him?" Oh, he's this guy who's blackmailing me because he knows I cheated to get a full ride to Middleson University. "He's some jerk I'm hooking up with," I mutter. "Why are you hooking up with a jerk?" "It's complicated." When Rick begins walking toward us, I say, "Jesus Christ. Excuse me." I march up to him and hiss, "What are you doing here?" "It's one-dollar beer night," he says casually. "You're rich. You don't need to take advantage of cheap beer." He shrugs. "What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be studying." I flush. "I needed a study break." He wraps a possessive arm around my waist, whispering into my ear, "Why don't we have a 'study break' at my place?" A deep sigh leaves me. Because his suggestion is not really a suggestion.
She's my best friend. But I want so much more... When I get into my dream college, I should be ecstatic. But going to my dream college means leaving Janine, my best friend and the girl I've secretly been in love with for years. So instead of going to my dream school, I decide to go after my dream girl... A sweet and sexy high school romance short story featuring a hero who knows what he wants and a happy ending! Excerpt: After I take a long, deep breath, I open the email. Dear Rowan Zhao, Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted… Holy s**t, I got in. “Well?” Janine says impatiently. I stare at her. Her long soft black hair that I’ve touched absentmindedly a million times. Her brown monolid eyes. I remember she wanted to change them because some jerk had made fun of her eyes. I told her she didn’t need to change a d**n thing. Then I hunted down the jerk and told him that if he ever made her feel like s**t again, I would thoroughly kick his a**. The coward actually p*ssed in his pants. I look at her plump reddish lips, the subject of many daydreams. I realize there is something I want more than Harvard. Her. I can’t go to a college without Janine. Even if the college is my dream school.
My future used to look so promising. I graduated from high school at the top of my class and got into Princeton. But then I flunked out of the Ivy League school. Now I'm prancing around in a skimpy French maid outfit while waiting on sleazy rich guys at Parisian Dream. Ag, more like Parisian Nightmare. I don't think things could get any worse until I find myself waiting on Gerald Holland, my former best friend. And it turns out he's still a little—okay, very—salty about how I rejected him in high school. But though he acts like he hates me, he also acts like he still wants me... WORD COUNT: 7,300 Excerpt: He's treating me like a charity case. If I had a little more pride, I would tell him to take back his money. But I have a stupid amount of student loans to pay off for my one semester of college, so I keep the cash. "What do you do nowadays?" I ask. Gerald definitely had a glow-up after high school. He lost all of his baby fat and now looks like the stereotypical handsome rich guy from a romance novel. Chiseled cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a sleek blond haircut straight out of an expensive salon. His emerald-green eyes are the same though. "I design apps," he says. "I recently sold one to Google for a pretty penny." That explains the custom-tailored suit and Rolex. He grins. "Not bad for someone who had a 2.0 GPA in high school, eh?" "Not bad," I murmur. I should be glad for Gerald—and I am—but his success makes my failure all the more painful. In high school, people expected great things from me and expected nothing from Gerald. Yet I'm a Princeton dropout and he is a Rolex-wearing tech mogul. "I bet you regret rejecting me in high school." I glare at him. "Did you just come here to rub your success in my face?" "That's one reason. The other reason is I had a burning desire to see you in a sexy French maid outfit." He glances at my cleavage and legs, making me blush. "A wet dream come true."
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This funny and profound debut novel by prolific illustrator Lin tells the story of young Pacy who, as she celebrates the Chinese New Year with her family, discovers this is the year she is supposed to "find herself." Illustrations.
Ivy Zheng has a secret—she's still madly, deeply in love with her ex Logan Price. So when he shows up in Obscura, Ohio—the small town with a population of 508 where she works as a dissatisfied waitress—a large part of her wants to beg him to take her back. But the bigger, more reasonable part of her knows better. Another secret from the past tore them apart, one that she intends to keep, even if it means keeping her from the love of her life. ***Spoiler alert: Do Ivy and Logan stay torn apart? Of course not! Logan isn't going to let that happen ;) A new adult contemporary romance novella with an alpha male, second chances, and a happy ending*** WORD COUNT: 18,000
Simple text and color images present various aspects of the Chinese New Year celebration, including red decorations, the exchange of poems, Festival of Lanterns, Dragon Dance, fireworks, parades, feasts, and the remembrance of ancestors.
Hilarie Walsh just wants to lay low during her senior year after being branded the class tramp by her loathsome ex. Unfortunately for her, she doesn't escape the notice of the new kid Eric Lawington, the arrogant but incredibly sexy son of a billionaire who makes the rich heirs and heiresses at her school look middle-class in comparison. At first, she wants nothing to do with him, but Eric is nothing if not persistent and evident sparks fly between them. However, jealousy, the past, and a drama-making twin with a history of wrecking his sibling's happiness threaten their relationship... Excerpt: All the hardness left her face. Her eyes turned wide; her mouth stopped glowering. She looked vulnerable, like she could fall into pieces at any moment. "I don't know if I should be relieved or scared that you've stopped acting like a jerk." "Why should you be scared?" "Most of the time, guys are jerks. When they're being nice, they want something from you or are planning to break your heart." "You're so cynical." "Blame my ex." He untied the knot behind her mask. "How about I help you forget your ex?" "Trying to seduce me?" "Maybe." "Why are these masks so small?" she asked as he took off her mask. "Isn't the point of a masquerade ball to not know who anyone is?" "Not for me. I just wanted to show off my wealth." "You're a douche, but at least you're an honest one." "Unlike your ex?" She lifted the corners of her mouth. "You don't know his name, yet you already somehow know him so well." His mask fell to the bed. "May I kiss you?" "Why not?" she whispered. Closing his eyes, he put his lips on hers. From the way she moaned without pulling away from him, he could tell she enjoyed this. He then left a trail of kisses down her slender white neck, making her sigh in bliss. Christ, even her shoulders are beautiful, he thought as he pulled the straps of her dress down the smooth pale skin. She gasped as his teeth grazed the skin over her collarbone. "Want me to stop?" he breathed against her shoulder. "No," she whispered.