What if everything you knew about parenting turned out to be wrong? Or just wrong for your child? Maya’s about to find out.

Maya Harris is fine. Just fine. Positively thriving. Sure, she’s wasted all her potential. And yes, her 4-year-old’s epic tantrums consume her family’s every waking moment and are about to get him expelled. But for the first time, there might be something she can do about it.

Flanked by her husband, sceptical best friend and unreasonably perfect sister, Maya explores whether Liam’s on the autism spectrum.

Along the way, she must tackle a virtual Everest of jargon, myths, and misconceptions without losing track of the standard daily chaos. Like remembering her entire other child, Charlie; meeting the unreasonable demands of one cantankerous cat; and clinging onto her job like she’s Jason Bourne hanging on the side of a helicopter.

And if that wasn’t enough, the newest school gate mum is an Insta-perfect influencer hellbent on broadcasting Maya’s every parenting fail.

See? Tow-tally fine. Nothing to see here.

What happens when a girl with a big heart but a small purse meets a fallen country music star?

Nessa Vivian inherited Pear Tree Farm from her parents. But the campsite is struggling to make ends meet.

Nessa’s determined to see her parents’ legacy thrive. It’s the perfect summer, and Cornwall should be heaving with campers. So what is she doing wrong?

Perhaps her sister is right. Caravans named after Beatles’ songs and homegrown pears aren’t enough to turn the farm into a tourist-filled haven.

Or maybe it’s something to do with Nessa’s big heart. She does have a habit of taking in troubled runaways instead of paying customers . . .

Then an American — and drop-dead gorgeous — country singer buys Tregereth House next door. Their attraction is immediate.

But their budding romance is soon tainted by secrets and competition.

Could this be the final nail in the coffin for Pear Tree Farm? Or could it be a new lease of life? Not just for the farm, but Nessa, too . . .

Dan Kane is the self-proclaimed king of his castle, his beachfront California home, and the iron-fisted loving ruler of his subjects-his wife, Catheryn, and his four children, Tommy, Travis, Allison and Nate. Hardened by his years in law enforcement, he is determined to toughen up his children to prepare them to face a violent world. The story unfolds over the course of a single summer when each member of the family pays a physical or psychic price for Dan’s unwitting cruelty. Catheryn, who loves her rough-hewn husband, must defend her children against him. Tommy, the oldest, who struggles to live within his father’s idealized vision of him as “the chosen one,” favored for his physical strength and football prowess, meets tragedy for defying Dan’s authority. Allison, the only girl and a budding writer, abandons hope of ever gaining her father’s approval and so is deprived of his protection. Nate, the baby, only nine years old, is forced to keep a terrible secret for fear of his father’s wrath. And Travis, the second son who is bullied and scorned by his father for his interest in music and other “weak” traits, must learn, the hard way, to stand up to the father he loves and hates.

Hetta Coffey is a sassy Texan with a snazzy yacht, and she’s not afraid to use it!

A globe-trotting engineer with attitude, a penchant for trouble, and a yacht, Hetta is back, and this time she’s steering us into hot Mexican waters.

Miffed that vacation plans with her chronically absent boyfriend, Jenks Jenkins, have gone awry, she accepts a job in Baja.

So what, if she and her friend Jan are spectacularly unqualified to take her yacht on a thousand-mile cruise in the eastern Pacific Ocean during hurricane season?
Hiring a handsome, if somewhat fishy captain for the trip might keep them off the rocks, but probably won’t do the same for her future with Jenks. Meanwhile, a little eye candy on board can’t be all bad.

Hetta’s fierce independence impels her to tackle a very profitable (if environmentally and politically incorrect) project south of the border. True to form, her irreverent nature and disregard for danger soon swamps her in a sea of mayhem, illegal aliens, a pesky whale, and a menacing Mexican machinator.

WHEN THE POLICE DISCOVER THE BODY OF CYNTHIA HUGHES savagely beaten to death on the kitchen floor and her husband Bob hanged in the garage, they think it’s an open-and-shut case – a domestic murder/suicide. But Bob’s mistress, Angela, doesn’t buy it so she hires Kane and Lucy to find the real killer — and, as Lucy investigates the deaths, she is convinced that the police have overlooked key evidence in the case that points to a different suspect. Meanwhile, Mike Kingsley’s son has died after being struck by a train and the police have ruled it an accidental death. But was it? The police have closed the files on both cases and are skeptical that the deaths are other than what they seem; but as Kane and Lucy investigate the two cases simultaneously they realize that neither case is as straightforward as it appears ― and while Lucy tries to make sense of the Hughes’s deaths, Kane once again finds himself drawn into the sinister and dangerous world of drug trafficking.

Here is a Preview of the Wok Recipes You Will Learn:
Creamy Chipotle Chicken Sandwich
Italian Beef Pot Pie
Chicken Kale Skillet
Lemon Steak with Parmesan Salad
New England Fried Chips and Fried Fish
Bostonian Salad
Arizona Inspired Quesadillas
Corned Beef Medley Mash
Mexican Wok
South American Pasta Salad
Mexican Mac n Cheese
Fesenjun
Vegetarian Tanzanian Skillet
West African Dinner
Ginger Lentil Stew
Alexandria Rice Casserole
Tomato Braised Egg wok
Empanadas in Algeria
Lamb Batna
Couscous Ghardaïa
Much, much more!

Every night, I float on the pool.

And every night, he watches me.

The caretaker is scarred. Surly. He walks with a limp and barely speaks. Most residents in our building are afraid of him, but not me.

I want him closer.

Feeling his eyes on me every night at the pool–it brings my body surging to life. He may be older; may be brutish. May pretend he’s not looking at me at all.

But I know better.

The caretaker wants me.

And I’m tired of looking. I want his touch.