With tender language and striking art, I Dream of Popo follows a young girl as she and her family emigrate from Taiwan to San Diego, leaving behind the narrator's maternal grandmother, Popo. The story touches on learning a new language, acclimating to a new home, and the changing relationship the child maintains with her beloved Popo even when they are apart. Over time, their visits are fleeting, but their love is ever true and strong. This delicate, emotionally rich picture book celebrates a special connection that crosses time zones and oceans as Popo and her granddaughter hold each other in their hearts forever.

A healer who cannot be healed... When Zivah falls prey to the deadly rose plague, she knows it's only a matter of time before she fully succumbs. Now she's destined to live her last days in isolation, cut off from her people and unable to practice her art - until a threat to her village creates a need that only she can fill. A soldier shattered by war... Broken by torture at the hands of the Amparan Empire, Dineas thirsts for revenge against his captors. Now escaped and reunited with his tribe, he'll do anything to free them from Amparan rule-even if it means undertaking a plan that risks not only his life but his very self. Thrust together on a high-stakes mission to spy on the capital, the two couldn't be more different: Zivah, deeply committed to her vow of healing, and Dineas, yearning for vengeance. But as they grow closer, they must find common ground to protect those they love. And amidst the constant fear of discovery, the two grapple with a mutual attraction that could break both of their carefully guarded hearts.

James is skilled, efficient, and deadly, a hired blade navigating the shifting alliances of a deteriorating Assassin's Guild. Then he meets Thalia, an alluring but troubled dancing girl who offers him a way out-if he'll help her kill a powerful nobleman. With the Guild falling apart, it just might be worth the risk. But when you live, breathe, and love in a world that's forever flirting with death, the slightest misstep can be poison.
Poison Dance is approximately 14,000 words long, or 54 printed pages. The paperback version of Poison Dance also includes two deleted scenes and two behind-the-scenes articles from the author on writing James's character.

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He handed her a stiletto the length of her hand and molded her fingers around the handle. Her hands were slender and her nails were delicately rounded, though her palms were calloused. The two of them stood in the cramped space between his bed and the window, holding the blade between them.

"You can wear this dagger under your sleeves. Then, when you get your chance..." James guided the knife toward his own throat. "Go for the neck-the blood vessels and the windpipe. You'll have to be close for that. Quick."

He lowered the stiletto until its tip grazed his neck just above his collarbone. Her eyes widened, and she looked to his face.

He smiled and tightened his hands around her wrist. "Never let your guard down. Never trust anyone, and never leave yourself vulnerable."

"What if I'd surprised you just now? I could have been sent by someone to kill you."

"You wouldn't have."

She arched her eyebrow. "I wouldn't have killed you?"

"You wouldn't have surprised me." He continued. "You have to be aware. If someone is this close to you, holding a weapon, you need to be on your guard. I'm watching your eyes, your shoulders. I'm aware of how you're standing, where your balance is. If you tighten your muscles to strike, I'll feel it in your arm. You should be doing the same with me."

Her eyes were cautious as she took in what he said. And he watched her look down, taking in his arms, the angle of his chest. Her gaze went inward and her lips fell slightly open as she tried to get a feel for his balance. Standing as close as they were, he could smell a light perfume on her skin.

Thalia seemed to remember herself. She disengaged her wrist and backed away.

"What makes a lass like you into a killer?" he asked.

She shot him an annoyed look, and the tension left the room. "I didn't hire you to delve into my past."

"Are you sure you want to do this? It changes you, you know, your first kill."

A smile touched her lips, a hint of a challenge. "You're quite determined to have me think this over. Do you regret your first kill?"

It was an interesting question, and he gave it some thought. "No," he finally said. "I regret not having done it sooner."

"Who was it?" She tilted her head in anticipation of a tale. "Some Red Shield?"

"My father." He smiled when her eyes widened. "I'll make you a deal. You can keep your secrets, and I'll keep mine."

"Fair enough." In another moment, she was all business again. "So if I want to cut his throat, I have to get in close to him."

"It's the only way. You can't beat him in a fair fight."

She turned away. "I know I'm not as strong as a man."

He shrugged. "And you never will be. But I killed grown men before I came of age. If you can't rely on strength, you rely on stealth. Surprise is your strongest asset, so make sure the first time kills." He paused. "If you kill him while he's alone, you might be able to escape. If there are others with him, you won't. Either way, you're just as likely to die from this venture as your mark. You know that, right?"

"I do."

Her voice was level, but he thought he caught a flash of despair in her eyes. What secrets was she holding that would drive her to do this? But that was her business.

You’ve Got Mail gets a fresh YA twist in this irresistible rom-com that spotlights the power of activism and community organizing in the face of gentrification, perfect for fans of Tweet Cute and Yes No Maybe So. Clementine Chan believes in the power of the written word. Under the pseudonym Hibiscus, she runs a popular blog reviewing tea shops and discussing larger issues within her Chinatown community. She has a loyal, kind following, save for this one sour grape named BobaBoy888. Danny Mok is allergic to change, and the gentrification seeping into Chinatown breaks his heart. He channels his frustration into his internet alter ego, BobaBoy888, bickering with local blogger Hibiscus over all things Chinatown and tea. When a major corporation reveals plans that threaten to shut down the Mok’s beloved tea shop, Clementine and Danny find themselves working together in real life to save this community they both love. But as they fall hard for this cause—and each other—they have no clue that their online personas have been fighting for years. When the truth comes to light, can Danny and Clementine still find their happily-ever-after?