D Williams: 372 books

In this zany, one-of-a-kind memoir, former executive director of the National SCRABBLE Association John D. Williams Jr. brings to life the obsessions, madness, and glory of the SCRABBLE® culture—from living-room players to world champions. Beginning his career on a lark as a freelance contributor...

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As one of the most audacious street photographers John D Williams offers to you "Komards" a unique and compelling photo jouney of the Russian city people in the urban environment, as well as the rural folk of modern Russia in the 21st century. Committed to creating original visions of documentary...

“Timberland Voyage” uses the single aspect of trees as the core of the art photograph book. Each image within the book falls into three distinct and separate categories as to how it manipulates the woodland tree subject. “Pure Tree Symmetry” uses reflection and symmetrical compositions...

She’d planned this from every conceivable angle, outlined what she’d say and how he’d react. She’d considered how it would ultimately be received by her parents and couldn’t see any huge point of failure. She’d thumb her nose at her parents’ lofty plans and marry someone who was everything...

“Do you love me?” He reformed her question, and her stomach knotted. Now, he asked too much of her. “I asked you first,” she whispered. She swallowed her regret, a wall erecting between them. He wanted those words from her, but she couldn’t say them. For in saying those three...

She pulled her head back, and the expression she gave him spiraled down into his shoes. He'd blown it … He'd assumed once he held her close, she'd give in to the attraction growing between them. Yet there it was on her face. She wasn't after his money or his status. It'd take way more than...

He didn’t kiss her, and she didn’t force him to, but the desire was there for both of them. It had nothing to do with Walton, her failed wedding, or even being cooped up together in the hotel room. It was watching him sail and admiring him as a man. It was crying on his shoulder because she felt...

~ It'd seemed so easy when she'd planned this. She'd hire a boyfriend, make sure he understood the story she'd concocted, and they'd pretend to be a couple for two weeks. Nothing could go wrong with that as long as they had a mutual understanding first. ~ Carley Schaeffer ran from home at age...

**In Association with The Edge Books  TheEdge-Books.com ** *He wanted marriage, had sent for a wife. According to what she remembered of his letters, he'd asked the woman to come in time for Christmas, yet he appeared not ready to make a full commitment. That made her long for it all the...

When J. D. Williams wrote this entertaining, witty introduction for the nonscientist, game theory was still a somewhat mysterious subject familiar to very few scientists beyond those researchers, like himself, working for the military. Now, over thirty years after its original publication as a Rand...

"Let me ask you something," he said. I waited, my insides twirling around. I'd do about anything for him not to be mad. "What if next time you let me kiss you?" The next time. That there'd be a next time meant he wasn't all that mad. "Would that...

She'd fall hard and fast for him if she'd let it. But the pain of her mom's betrayal and what still lay unsaid with her dad stopped her, and instead, she teetered on the edge, her mind warring with the daydream he'd spun around her. Hannah Giselle hopes two weeks with her dad in the northern...

I nodded. It was all becoming real right then, and fear crawled over me. I couldn’t do this. I was the last person who should ever be a mom. Babies were fragile, and I was a … a … klutz. Forgetful. Undependable. I’d do something wrong, and I couldn’t do something wrong with a baby. Tears...