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Well, Max did warn me about being a movie extra. He did say it was a bad idea to answer the advertisement in the newspaper. I think he feared I would end up in some dodgy set somewhere, hanging from a ceiling, playing the part of the dead. Or maybe even an extra in an adult movie. I can't tell him the truth - that I wouldn't have minded that. But no such luck. The movie I was in didn't have dead bodies or naked bodies hanging around. Disappointed as I am with that, this challenge did show me something that I had long dreamed of.

Mentoring - I can do that. I did learn from the yoga class that we have to be mindful of the needs of others. Maybe I'm sometimes a bit too, ahem, mindful of other's needs, but that's another story. So I've volunteered to be a mentor and I know exactly what I have to do. I'll just tell the little girl my whole life story, get her to write it all out and say, "Now, don't do any of that and you will have a great life." My only fear is that she'll call the police on me, or maybe even the men in white coats.

My best friend, Max, is a great partner in crime - whenever I can pry him away from his girlfriend long enough. And this week he better help me out - I want to crash a wedding party. I have a brand new dress and I really want to show it off, so I can kill two birds with one stone. Stone - the British equivalent of 14 pounds - that's a lot of weight. I've just dropped a dress size so that must be around a stone. Maybe I'll put it back on again quickly and the dress won't fit me.

Beep. I'll have to do something. My love life is like the Sahara - dry, barren, and waiting for rain to fall so it can bloom. Beep. So my pal suggested online dating, and now I'm feeling like the most desired woman in the world. My laptop keeps announcing amorous messages all day and all night. Beep, beep, beep - my clarion call of love. Beep. Hold on a minute, new message coming in. Oh no, what the beep is that? There are some real weirdos in this dating world.

What's the point of a bucket list if it doesn't involve a real challenge? And let me tell you, wrapping my legs around my head is a real challenge indeed. Oh, the pain - the torture. And everyone else in the yoga class is sitting there looking so composed, so - mindful. The tranquility wrecked by the regular squawks as I tweak another muscle or collapse in a heap. Then there's that hot guy that talks about Tantric something or other. I came here to clear my mind and now I'm obsessed, obsessed I'm telling you.

For six years, Sydney Davis has completely avoided the man who broke her heart. Now she needs a favor, and ranch owner Cam Thatcher is the only one who can do it. She thought she was over him - but when she sees him again after all this time, her powerful attraction returns stronger than ever.

Scout Vanderhorn has lost her mother, her home, and all hope of security. In a desperate bid to escape her abusive stepfather, she travels to a seaside mansion on Cape Cod in search of the real father she never knew - and finds a secret sister who welcomes her into the family, troubles and all. But it's not long before trouble comes looking for Scout.

Geoffrey is the orphaned prince of Kaveg. He has chosen to follow a quest to find the fabled "queen with his own heart" who will heal his land. Nanda is an American stage combat choreographer just searching for a reason to live. They find each other, and they lose each other. Together, can they both find what they're looking for?

Vivian Wood is desperate. After her beloved brother dies of a sudden aneurysm and her mother develops Alzheimer's, she needs a good job and a place to stay. She finds it at The Seacroft, a Cape Cod seaside mansion ruled by a mysterious and demanding woman looking for a personal assistant.

Lisette Pannebaker speaks five languages and has a brilliant business plan - personal language immersion. Clients can hire her to shadow them and speak all day in any language they need to learn for business or travel - whatever. But there's a major hitch: she's far too pretty. Clients with less than honorable intentions sign up just to have Lisette at their side. Solution? A make-under. Way under. The bad wig, icky makeup and puffy sweaters work like a charm. None of her male clients show her the least bit of interest. Lisette's totally relieved. Until...Erik.

Stein has been with the Hollows for as long as she can remember. Taken as a child, she has no memories of her past - and that's always been fine by her. Until the day she stumbles across a hidden journal containing the devastating truth about her paternity. Now everything she thought she knew - and everyone she thought she could trust - has changed. The truth about who she is and where she came from is a secret so deep, it will rock the Hollows and the Tesla Institute alike.

Raising kids is tough. Keeping them alive as the zombie apocalypse begins is tougher. But that's exactly what stay-at-home mom Karen needs to do: fight fiercely to keep her young daughters safe as her husband Jim battles his way across the city, so they can escape the carnage together. On the worst day of her life, Karen finds that she will do anything to protect her family, and that the line between life and death has teeth.

Rebecca Reis considers abandoning her career as a novelist until she begins writing about convicted serial killer Thomas Eisenbrey. Nicknamed the Hunter because of his penchant for targeting groups of hunters in the forest, Eisenbrey is the worst kind of psychopath. He is crafty, aloof, at times possessing a charm that is almost hypnotizing, and he's wheedling his way into her mind.

Grace may have problems, but Anderson Rockwell loves his sassy, spicy, and slightly unfaithful wife. A recovered heroin addict who's now struggling with sex addiction, Grace tries her best to control her inner demons. She's relapsing less often. And when she does, she always calls. Always comes back home. Until this time.

Not a chance - no way, nada. Under no circumstances am I going skinny dipping. Some things should never be seen in public.

I've decided that the creative arts are not for me. I still can't boil spaghetti and I think there's an arrest warrant out against me for public indecency. So onward now to a new challenge - running a marathon.

I've decided to make my mark on life. So I joined an art class and learned how to paint. I have visions of grand vistas, beautiful lilies, and stunning portraits pouring from my overly manicured hands. I've spent hours and hours splashing colors on a series of canvases, and in the end I've learned one outstanding life lesson: Never, ever volunteer. Avert your eyes if you ever see me in public - some things should not be seen. I'll never get a boyfriend now.

Note to self - stop asking intense people for help. All I wanted was a blog: just a nice, simple, straightforward blog where I could express the occasional opinion and post a photo of a kitten. How hard can that be? Oh no, Little Miss Intensey-Pants next door decided that I needed a blog where I poured out all of my emotions in real time to the entire world via satellite. It didn't matter how much I protested; she had a vision, and I was going to achieve her vision - or else.

Oh, it's such a cliche - Italian chef seduces a pupil at his top-class cooking school, reducing her to a quivering jelly and releasing her inner sexual goddess. Just show me how to boil spaghetti, why don't ya? You would think that by the age of 32, I'd be able to do even just that in the kitchen. But to my eternal shame, the only thing I can do is open takeaway cartons.

Exodus from the dying Earth began with the flight of the worm-mole ship, Alpha Horizon, to a fortuitously discovered planet, Ostara. En route mass hallucinations are rampant, and sights once familiar become nightmarishly strange. When they reach Ostara, emotions and identities begin to fray, for in what was supposed to be an uninhabited wilderness the new settlers discover a race of native people who look remarkably human.