Willingly or not, I had enticed the king to commit the act that haunted my sleep and filled me with disgust. Because I was a tob woman, I had to bear the blame and the shame for everything that happened. My emotions vacillated from one extreme to the other after that fatef...
Creeping down the stairs, Tallulah went to the kitchen, then nosed the back door open and squeeeeeezed through. Heavenly kibbles, that crack was getting smaller every day! Darting around the house, she hurriedly buried a bone in the pile of black dirt behind the carriage shed, then trotted off do...
Are you listening?”Antonio turns from the window and looks at his only surviving son. Jason sits on the other side of the car, in Jeffrey’s form, with Jeffrey’s eyes. “What did you say?”Jason covers the mouthpiece of the cell phone. “It’s a lawyer from the firm. She wants to know if you’re willin...
While I waited, spring bathed central Florida in waves of warmth, coaxing bright green buds from the live oaks and new spears from the palm trees. Caladiums bloomed in pots around Mama Isa’s front porch, and Jorge painted the metal gliders in a fresh coat of yellow to match the ribbons on the por...
The present tense narration lends urgency as the perspective switches among various characters. Readers may decide to take the stairs after finishing this thriller.” — Publishers Weekly on The Elevator “Christy Award and Holt Medallion winner Hunt skillfully builds tension and keeps the plot well...
The sense of numbness had carried her home, but the dam broke when she crossed the threshold of their bedroom. After the tears, dry sobs wracked her body for a brief interval, then faded away. The tears did nothing to ease the pain. She had thought she’d feel better after a good cry, but this bur...