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Under New Management

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He was perfectly solid, and Jasper felt nothing from him at all.
“Excuse me,” the man said. He had a soft voice, educated, with something of the old West in its vowels. “I’m sorry to trouble you, sir.”
“No trouble,” Jasper heard himself say.
The man studied his face a moment longer. Then he asked, quite courteously, as if he were asking the time, “Did you shoot me?”
“You’re very cold, sir,” he said. “Colder than I am.”
Jasper said nothing.

“I wonder,” the young man said thoughtfully, “which of us is the ghost.”
I chose this one because it sets up the premise in a few lines: vampires meet a ghost who isn’t impressed, and the book’s running question comes in early. The ellipsis marks where I cut Jasper’s answer, so readers have to come to the story for it.

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A Hauntingly Bad Idea

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The windows had gone the color of weak tea when she heard the creak.
It came from the corner. It was a slow, familiar sound, wood shifting against wood and then shifting back, the unhurried rhythm of a rocking chair moving under someone’s weight. Creak, and a pause, and creak again.
Bella’s whole body went still. She did not turn her head right away. She sat with her hands flat on the coverlet and listened, and the sound went on, perfectly calm, as if it had every right to be there.

Then she turned.

There was a young woman sitting in the rocking chair.

She had not been there a moment before. Bella was sure of it. She had looked at that chair a dozen times during the afternoon, disliking the way it faced the bed, and it had been empty every time. Now a girl sat in it with her ankles crossed and her hands folded neatly in her lap, rocking gently, watching Bella with a bright and unembarrassed interest, the way a person might watch a new animal at the zoo.

“Oh, good,” the girl said. “You’re awake properly this time. You kept waking up and then going back to sleep, and I was starting to think you might do it forever. It was very dull to watch.”

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Before Forever

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“That’s the deal,” Bella said. “You move in, and you stay a year. One year exactly. And then you go. And you can’t fall in love with me while you’re here.”
He had loved her since the peaches.
She was asking him to promise he wouldn’t do the one thing he had already done.
“All right,” Jasper said. “I’ll move in. One year. And I promise I won’t fall in love with you.”
It was the first lie he ever told her. He told it looking straight into her face, with the brass key warm in his palm.

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One October in Salem

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Then my eyes caught on a name.

Major Whitlock.

I stayed bent over the case while the two words worked their way through recognition, because Whitlock was not an unusual enough surname to mean anything by itself and Major certainly wasn’t, but together they opened a door in my memory so quickly that the rest of the room seemed to soften at the edges.
I leaned closer to the glass and tried to decipher the lines around the name. Something about a horse. Something about Thomas. Then a sentence beginning The Major insists, after which Abigail’s handwriting shrank toward the binding and the angle of the page defeated me.
I was still trying when a man’s voice came from somewhere behind me.
“That entry’s worse than the others.”
Recognition came before reason did. My body knew the voice before my mind agreed to the possibility.
An entire country lay between the place I had last seen him and the room I was standing in.

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The Heartbeat He Thought Was Gone

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Bella Swan had finally learned that being loved and being allowed to choose were not always the same thing.
In New Orleans, behind the walls of an old house that had become both sanctuary and fortress, Bella was building a life she had never expected with Jasper Whitlock. There was a baby coming, a family forming around them, and for the first time in longer than she could remember, Bella could say she was happy and mean every word.

But across the street, the Cullens were waiting.
Alice had seen a monster. Carlisle believed Bella was dying. Edward was certain she needed to be saved, whether she wanted saving or not. Night after night they stood beyond a threshold they could not cross, waiting for one mistake.

Inside, Jasper, Bella, and the family who had chosen them prepared to hold the line.
Because this time, Bella would decide her own future.

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What You Took

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After returning from Italy, Bella discovers that Edward has already planned the rest of her life without asking what she wants, so she buys a converted little red school bus, leaves Forks and begins a yearlong adventure of roadside attractions, mechanical disasters and questionable navigation. Before leaving, however, she gives Jasper Whitlock a poem, a riddle and an invitation to meet her at Lake McDonald six months later, where the heart he unknowingly stole may finally lead them both home.

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How Am I Suppose to Live Without You

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Bella Swan is four hours from marrying Edward Cullen when Jasper Whitlock comes through her window at half past four in the morning and tells her the truth: she was never Edward’s mate. She was his.
What follows isn’t a rescue. It’s a runaway bride, a thousand miles of open road, and a girl who spent a year being told what she felt finally learning to say it out loud.
How Am I Supposed to Live Without You is a story about the difference between the person everyone chooses for you and the one you’d run toward in the dark.

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Locker Letters

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She opened the locker and knew immediately.
It hadn’t been there before.
The paper sat folded, deliberate, like it had been placed by someone who understood exactly how long she would take to notice.

Bella didn’t reach for it right away.
She just stood there, aware she wasn’t alone.

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