Prison manufacturing is big business-About $800 Million Dollars a year and that is true A plan to embezzle millions was going just fine until the mistake was made of hiring three savvy women and the red flags went up. When they suspect something is afoot, the trio takes things into their own hands by staging an undercover investigation that while successful, is more like bumbling Charlie's Angels. Join Kimberly, Cameron and Kate as they unravel the twists and turns in this clever crime caper and suspicion turns into danger, surprise and unexpected results. The authors both have experience with marketing furniture manufactured in federal prisons and this book could not have been written without that knowledge. Some of the scenes are inspired by things that really happened, and while it is fiction, every detail was carefully thought out to create a clever scam that actually could have worked in real life. Manufacturing in federal and state prison factories is a rehabilitation program for inmates and as employees of the marketing team St. James and Rowe toured some federal prison factories and met inmates who were learning trades that they can use after their incarceration ranging from office skills to operation of modern computerized manufacturing equipment. It is a self-supporting division of the system that has proven successful in reducing recidivism--return to prison--by a significant percentage.

Imagine waking up in a strange bedroom, bound and gagged. That's what happened to beautiful teenage ballerina protege Laurel Murphy after she was kidnapped and sold into a brothel. But Laurel didn't die. As she rebuilds her life and her spirit it is filled with high spots and with tragedy, but through it all she must deal with the need for revenge smashed deep within her soul. Then the unthinkable happens... Inspired by true events

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU HAD 3 WEEKS IN ENGLAND AND LOTS OF GORGEOUS YOUNG ENGLISHMEN? Audrey's "wheeler-dealer" millionaire boyfriend has sent her and Audrey's best friend Susan to England, all expenses paid after Susan's husband dies. He had leased a cottage in Surrey, sight unseen and says, "What could be more perfect than having you and Susan check it out for me?" Of course, Audrey is excited beyond belief but doesn't know he has an ulterior motive. The taxi driver pulls up in front of what should have been the charming country cottage she saw in a photo, but instead it looks as foreboding as a haunted house. A few loose shingles make flapping noises when lifted by a light breeze to complete the creepy feeling. They are determined to have a good time, though, so what might have been a disaster for these 42-year-olds, turns into an adventure beyond anything they imagined. The fact that both are sexy women who look like they're in their early thirties doesn't hurt. They rent a tiny Morris Mini and Sue, the braver of the two, masters driving on the wrong side of the road on the wrong side of the car while Audrey, who doesn't know her right from her left, navigates. The ice is broken when they hook up with two handsome young Bobbies at Leeds Castle and after a night of passionate lovemaking, throw caution to the wind, forget about age, boyfriends and Susan stops thinking about her dead husband. Audrey finds out Bob probably sent her to England so he could have an affair with a beautiful young Swedish woman. For three glorious weeks Sue and Audrey travel around England and Holland on Bob's dime, get into hilarious situations and rack up enough encounters with young men to officially qualify as cougars. IF YOU'VE EVER FANTASIZED ABOUT BEING A COUGAR, THIS IS A BOOK YOU HAVE TO READ. Inspired by true experiences.

The Mafia Funeral was inspired by a true incident. When Susan attends the funeral of a young friend whose father was in the Mob, what happens at the church is like a scene from a funny movie complete with an irate priest and five shocked Jewish pallbearers. Later a gangster from San Francisco mistakes her for the daughter of a Mafia mobster. You'll laugh at the funny stories, try to solve the mysteries and feel your heart warm to others. The collection includes several of Morgan St. James's award-winning short stories--some fiction--some true. This is the perfect book to read when time is limited.

Born in 1909, Rosetta was the youngest of a family of ten children. They didn't have much money, but the riches of their zany antics and laughter overflowed into the neighborhood. That love of laughter continued throughout her long life. One of her fondest childhood memories was when neighbors knocked at their door, saying, "Can we come in and laugh with you?" Rosetta Schwartz (later Rosetta Shifrin and finally Rosetta Lachman) wrote this memoir in 1989 when she was 80 years old. Her daughter, author Morgan St. James, uncovered it and edited it in 2012, adding her own comments and those from some family members as Part II, along with a reprint of "Shopping For Dancing Shoes," Morgan's short story about Rosetta that is the first story in "Chicken Soup for the Shopper's Soul." She was a shining light-an inspiration to all. Her smile never dimmed, as seen on the cover photo taken by her grandson Jason Pransky when Rosetta was 95 years old. She passed away in 2006, just before her 97th birthday. We invite you to come on in and laugh with her. FROM THE BOOK: Edna was only four years older than me, but she took care of me like a little mother. Her wonderful sense of humor added to the feeling that living in our family was like being in a full time vaudeville show. There was something going on all the time, and quite often she was the instigator. We were the only family members to go to high school. The others were lucky if they got to stay in school till the eighth grade. Most of my brothers only made it to the sixth grade. As we grew older, she changed roles from little mother to best friend. Edna and I were as close as two peas in a pod our entire lives. She was a very smart, independent person and her personality sparkled. I loved being with her because she made me feel more confident about what I could do. My brother Charlie's biggest ambition was to be a drummer. He had begun to take lessons and would practice on his board or anything else that had a hard surface and was handy-walls, floors, sinks-you name it and Charlie drummed on it. He usually started his drumming in the living room, but it was very noisy. My mother chased him from the living room to the dining room and from the dining room to the kitchen. Finally he wound up on the back porch. Poor Charlie just couldn't win. As he drummed on the porch, the neighbors complained about the noise, and from the porch he went to the basement. But Charlie never gave up, kept practicing and finally did become a drummer. From the time my brother Meyer was in his late teens all the way to his early twenties, his only desire was to be was an actor. We were living on Ogden Avenue at that time and there was a huge mirror built into the living room wall that went all the way from the floor to the ceiling. Meyer bought a makeup kit and every day he stood in front of that big mirror trying out a different kind of makeup and practicing lines. One of my vivid childhood memories is that I never knew what my brother would look like, because he tried so many different faces.