I am not one to read books written in first person. Having enjoyed the Kanner Lake series by Brandilyn, I trusted her enough to give this book a try. It was one of the best books I have ever read. Not only is it in first person, but it switches between first and third as she jumps from present da...
Kaitlin has just realized that she's pregnant. She just can't stop feeling queasy, oh, then there were the two little pink lines on that test.It's really a good things her clients had cancelled for the afternoon and she could go because her head just really isn't in it. Is God punishing her for n...
A fantastic small town murder mystery full of twists and turns that kept me guessing right until the end. i love small town murder mysteries and this book did everything right. I found it browsing through Netgalley and my request to view was approved almost immediately, (though it took me a while...
Will be shipped from US. Brand new copy.
As love whirls through both generations, the Delham family is buffeted by loss, hope, elation, and tears. This is the conclusion to the Bradleyville series by author Brandilyn Collins.
This is the story of Celia Matthews's return home for the first time 17 years after she fled her harsh, cold mother -- this time, it's to help her father after a serious stroke.
In book two of the Kanner Lake Series by Brandilyn Collins, a murder and a cryptic message plunge a small resort community in the wilds of northern Idaho into a terrifying encounter with the supernatural. And the solution appears to be one that can?t be true ? but must be.
When an impending labour strike in Bradleyville threatens violence, Jessie, an avowed pacifist, finds her loved ones - and herself - drawn into the centre of the storm.
Chelsea Adams has visions. But they have no place in a courtroom. As a juror for a murder trial, Chelsea must rely only on the evidence. And this circumstantial evidence is strong--Darren Welk killed his wife. Or did he? The trial is a nightmare for Chelsea. The other jurors belittle her Christia...
The noises, faint, fleeting, whispered into her consciousness like wraiths passing in the night. Twelve-year-old Erin Willit opened her eyes to darkness lit only by the dim green nightlight near her closet door and the faint glow of a street lamp through her front window. She felt her forehead w...
Carla stared at the gun and David Thornby or whatever his name was. Her mind fissured, one side pleading this was some sick joke, the other knowing it was not. Her throat ran dry, air backing up in her lungs. She swallowed. Please. You must have the wrong person. There s no reason for someone to ...
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Good excuse to escape the office while I mulled over my decision. Laying the composite down, I headed for the kitchen. As I crossed the great room, my peripheral vision snagged on a car driving up. Jenna and Chelsea. Thank You, God. They would help me think this through. I busied myself with pull...
Thoughts of my father morphed into memories of the previous night. Of Tom’s still body, his missing eye. I slumped back into the armchair, wanting to hide. I wished I could be home in Southern California, in my own bedroom. We’d been on the road for three months, another one to go. It felt like a...
Remember before my Death by Drilling appointment the dentist gave me a pill to take at home? To start the sedation “process.” “Take it at seven a.m.,” he said, “and we’ll see you at eight.” D-Day arrives. I pop the pill and settle on the couch to wait for my demise. Turn on the TV to keep me comp...
I would have jumped back in the car and raced away if it weren’t for the closing garage door. Had she lured me here just to turn me in? My aunt raised her hand. “Don’t worry, I’ve not called the police. I learned a long time ago you can’t believe everything you hear on tel...
No refreshment from sleep in the slightest. Could I even get out of bed? I rolled over and reached for my cane on the floor. Eased back the covers. In slow, cautious motion I managed to sit up and move my legs over the side of the bed. My brain told me I couldn't do this. ...
One minute I hugged myself on the couch. In the next I paced the floor. Twice I found myself back in bed, curled into a fetal position. The new reality sank into me like steel sinking in the ocean. When it hit bottom it dug in deep. I would never be rid of the terrible mem...
Terror sliced through Bailey at the sound of the gunshots. She and every other woman in Java Joint screamed. Bailey’s hands flew to her mouth, tears leaping to her eyes. Ali and Brittany! Did he shoot the girls? Carla shoved to her feet. “Brittaneeee!” Brad jumped forward, thrust his gun in her f...
She sat on her familiar hard cot, holding the envelope. It had been slit open, the letter resting inside. CYA staff read all incoming and outgoing mail. Laura turned the envelope over and over, afraid to take out the piece of paper. So much in her life had gone wrong. She’d long ago given up on G...
I hobbled over them toward the cabin, Joshua grasping my elbow. A half moon and bright stars lit our way. If I’d been out with friends in a rural place like this, away from the lights of the city, I’d have been amazed at the starry sky. You couldn’t see such a thing in Southern California. But no...
Around him loomed a huge building shaped like a squared U. The main section lay directly ahead, with a wing running down each side of the road. In front of the main entrance was a circular drive for dropping off and picking up passengers. The purchase Franklin had made sat in a box on the seat be...