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In a world that often feels predictable, Mind Pop! is here to remind you that EVERYTHING is stranger than fiction! Packed with tons of meticulously researched facts and trivia on a wide variety of topics, this book is your gateway to the wild, the weird, and the downright wonderful.

You can’t just use a girl and ghost her. But this guy did. My roommate has some hot jerk lead her on and break her heart, but what he doesn’t count on is me. I’m tired of seeing her hurt, so it’s my turn to play ball with his heart. This guy is going to fall in love with me and then poof—I’ll leave him dizzy in love and wondering how he’ll survive without me. The jerk needs a taste of his own medicine. The only problem? Holy hell is he fine. Like drool and stare fine. Of course he’s not just any regular dude. He’s gotta be rich, talented, and swoony. I’m in trouble. I ...

My life couldn’t get any more ridiculous. A few days ago, my son’s teacher wanted to berate me on my parenting style. I politely told her to f--k off, in so many words. And now? She’s sitting across the table from me at my first blind date in years. You can’t make this s--t up. Nothing has been easy since my wife left me and Hunter years ago. And yet, we persevered. He’s my whole world, and the last thing I have time for is a woman.

An unfortunate side effect of "taking a break" is the relief that Bethany didn't expect to feel. With her master's program having started, her teaching assistant job going well, and her workload at M&B, she's grateful to take one thing off her plate, but that relief doesn't last too long. A new woman has joined the firm, one of Damon's old flames. She's sugary sweet on the outside, but just below the surface lies a home-wrecker. One with her eye on a certain alpha billionaire.

We woke up the next morning with more than we bargained for - wedding rings. Too bad I don’t believe in true love. I’d feel bad about it, but she’s got a strong opinion of me too. I’m a perpetual bachelor from her perspective. Crazily enough, this could work out for both of us. I need someone to keep my traditional Greek family from nagging me about settling down, and she could use some cash for reasons she doesn’t want to share. I know a good deal when I see one. And if she wants to end up in my bed all over again, all the better.

Bethany had one more year of school left, and once again, poverty struck hard. The only option would be to encourage her mother to marry her new boyfriend Kent, a billionaire tycoon in the world of accounting. Mom is more than happy to move the wedding date up, and Bethany's soon-to-be-stepfather is willing to pay for her schooling - on one condition: she works for his firm as an intern throughout the next year. She agrees without hesitation, but little does she know that Kent's oldest son, Damon, is the CFO.

Bethany and Damon have finally come together and made their relationship known to their families. It's time for the wedding of their parents, and excitement is in the air. A four-day trip to Jamaica is exactly what everyone needs. Erica Hall, Kent's chief advertising officer, was invited to join the fun, and she has her eye on Matthew, Damon's timid younger brother. Come witness the start of their relationship and the igniting of a hot new romance.

I’m thinking it’s finally got to be my turn. I've got no man and no money. Nothing but a personality and a smile. But maybe that's enough this time. The richest guy in New York is looking for a secretary, and lucky for me, he’s young and as hot as sin. Too bad he’s an alpha asshole rich boy who’s stuck on himself. Nothing I do is right. Throw in a crazy ex and a father that can’t stand anything that breathes in his personal space, and I. Am. Out. He can find someone else to take notes and get his coffee. I’m fine being broke and single. I’ve gotten good at it.

Get married. Have a child. These are the only two rules to get my inheritance. Neither of which I want. My billionaire life doesn’t play well with either idea. But no one asked me. My father’s company is up for grabs, and whichever of my brothers makes it to the finish line first wins. In no time, I’ve found the perfect woman to play my fake fiancée, while I figure things out. Beautiful. Smart. Strong. Everything I crave in a relationship and more. But there’s a problem. She’s got a past I can’t ignore.

Last I checked, love wasn’t on the menu. Who needs it. Expectations with a side of white picket fence? Pass. My wife is my career. I treat her well and reap the rewards. You don’t get to be a hotshot lawyer with my reputation with a ball and chain. It’s simple math. So is lending a hand to someone who needs it. Like my friend’s sister, who’s down on her luck and in need of a second chance. Lucky for her, I’m in a position to give it. And I’m down for other positions too… if she’s willing to try them. She’s temptation and I’m the sucker. There’s so much more to her ...

My billionaire family calls me back to New York. Time to take over the charitable foundation we have. There’s a lot of money behind the family name, and I want my cut. My own pleasure can take a back seat, or so I thought. Even though she’s totally against working for “the man”, my new hire joins the foundation, and the electricity between us could light up the night sky. Never in my life has someone taken my attention like this woman has. Not sure how the media would feel about the most charitable guy in New York spending his time with a bleeding heart like my girl.

New York is auctioning off hot rich guys. The most eligible billionaire bachelors in the city have offered themselves up for an entire weekend away with some lucky girl. Brother. I’m far too broke to afford to play this game, but I’m not interested anyway.

A woman in the business of love that’s never been in a real relationship. Check. That’s me. Nessa Night. Now I know what you’re thinking. That sounds like a stripper name. Hold up. Let me explain. It’s my radio talk-show name. My incognito way of helping the world love deeper and more often. Though my love life is like a 10-year-old fall leaf trapped between the pages of an old journal.

I should have known I’d run into him eventually. But at our friend’s wedding with nowhere to hide? Ugh. I wish he didn’t look so good in a suit. Or board shorts. And come on. Nobody looks good in board shorts. But he does. Double ugh. And triple trouble. We had our shot when we were young and in love, and what did he do? He chose my ex best friend instead. The kicker? She’s at the wedding too, and like always, she has ulterior motives. He’s also a single dad. Guess who his baby momma is? You got it. The ex best friend. After all that you’d think I’d know when to turn tail and ...

I’ve never walked down the aisle, but I get paid to stand beside it. Why, I’m a wedding planner is beyond me. Oh, yeah. I love the pretty dresses, the food, the glamour, and glitz. Getting dressed up and owning the night, though I always go home alone. It’s a weird setup. Being in business is all I’ve ever wanted, and yet, the one I chose depresses me beyond belief.

Schools that routinely fail Black boys are not extraordinary. In fact, they are all-too ordinary. If we are to succeed in positively shifting outcomes for Black boys and young men, we must first change the way school is “done.” That’s where the eight in ten teachers who are White women fit in . . . and this urgently needed resource is made specifically for them as a way to help them understand, respect and connect with all of their students.

He’s moody, stubborn, and quite possibly the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen quite a few, but this one...I’ve been watching him since freshman year of college. Word on the street is that he thinks women are too needy, too catty, and overall pains in the butt. He’s about to meet his match.

I’m in love with the wrong girl. Our fathers were arch enemies in business. Hate was the center of their wicked relationship. Not only that, but she’s my best friend’s little sister. The cards couldn’t be more stacked against us. One I’m counting on to hold steady. If I wasn’t married at 35, then this beautiful girl would become my bride. But her career is more important. I’m a billionaire, so I get it. There’s only so much a man can take, though. Best of luck to her in her journey. Fate isn’t so friendly, though. She’s carrying a secret. My baby.

Can’t find love? Good. I’m your guy. I mean, not your guy per se, but the guy to find you the love of your life. I’m the best damn matchmaker there ever was. Except when it comes to my own life. Why bother? I’m too busy setting up other couples and enjoying success anyway.

Want the most romantic honeymoon experience you can get? I’m your gal. Unfortunately, it isn’t by experience that I know these things. Love doesn’t come easily to an overworked type-A planner who manages romance at the most luxurious resort in the Virgin Islands. I have far too many boxes to check to be checking out anything but forms, schedules, and rose petals. For the longest time, my career has been my ultimate dream and filled me up. Love was for others who needed a partner in life to get by, but not me. Until a class-A hottie shows up and knocks me off my feet—literally.