Meet Maxine and Odessa, the Queen Mamas of Castlerock, Texas. They may be getting on in years, but good luck keeping up with them Most days they're on the prowl at the Five Acres of Fabulous Finds Flea Market, searching for treasures among the trash, and turning life on its heels for: * Jan, the ...
For the last year, Josie Redmond had raised her twin sister's child as her own. Now Adam Burdett could take her boy away. The scion of a prominent South Carolina clan, he'd come home to claim his rightful son. Expecting the fight of her life, Josie was stunned to discover the handsome Southern ch...
From the moment she first speaks to him, Julia knows the boy camped under the Lucky Jackpot Lottery billboard is hiding something. Her suspicions are confirmed when, just before he's hauled away by a policeman, the child quietly begs her to dig up his "treasure" under the billboard. She does as h...
Wileyville, Kentucky, needs a graveyard superintendent. Accepting the mayor's proposition, Sadie adds "'Fraidy Sadie the Cemetery Lady" to the other roles that sometimes seem unreal to her--former Dogwood Blossom Queen, pharmacist's wife, mother of two teenagers, daughter of a man who fancies him...
What does it say about me that the thing that has finally made me "cool" among my foster son's pals is my ability to portion corn chips out of a warehouse-club monster bag, then drown said corn chips in pasteurized melted cheese product? I'll tell you what it says. It says welcome to Nacho Mama's...
For more than 30 years, sisters Katie and Jo Cromwell have been haunted by the loss of their younger sister, who was abducted as a baby by their father. Years later the Cromwell women return to the tiny Florida cottage containing their worst--and best--memories. Original.
A small one” Nic warned Sam and Willa as they disappeared into a forest of trees of various shapes and sizes. Nic wound her arms around her body and hunched her shoulders against the chill of the brisk morning air. She drew in the scent of pine. A row over and three trees ...
That’s what this is all about?”“Not all about. It’s not that simple.” He stood and strode across the room and into the hallway. He looked down it first one way and then the next, gesturing with both hands as he said, “Cost of paper is up. Cost of production. Electricity. Water. Gas for delivery.”...
Jolynn, owner of the Hash-it-Out, slipped behind her and into the waitress station, mumbling about the waitress who hadn’t refilled the ketchup bottles before she took off on some hot date.“She’s young.” Isabelle defended the waitress, feeling lighthearted in spite of her daughter’s huge mistake ...
Jackson Stroud didn’t just believe that; he counted on it. Guilt. Anger. Pain. Longing. The motivations were often so deep-seated that they were difficult to name. But Jackson—Jax, to people who thought they knew him well—knew what made people tick, or at least he figured ...
Looking at him just lifts my heart.” The very next day Polly juggled her cell phone and adjusted the stack of papers clutched under her arm to walk down the sidewalk of the historic section of Baconburg, hoping to find more places that would post the lost-dog flyers. She glanced down at the golde...
Or at least Corrie realized it had gone by when she found herself sitting alone at a library table in the silent fourth floor museum squinting to make out the faces in a faded instant photograph pasted into a scrapbook. “Mom?” She skimmed her finger over the photo of a group of young people stand...