I gaze at the young woman in the full-length mirror; unconvinced it is truly my face which stares back. Sunshine peers over my shoulder, watching me with a tender expression. She smooths my shoulders and steps back. “Well, it seems to fit well. Will that be okay?” The dress is charcoal gray and ...
Smythe Brynn Chapman will captivate the reader with intricate details, a mystery that ensnares the reader and characters that will touch their hearts. By the end of the first chapter, this reviewer was enthralled with Bride of Blackbeard. It’s a compelling tale of sorrow, pain, love, and hate...
As soon as he stands, the dog leaps back up, draping his black and white body across my legs. He rolls on his back, pink tongue lolling to the side. “Good boy.” I scratch behind his ears, avoiding Henry’s eyes. “Don’t you have to get back?” I finall...
I feel as if I am on fire. Heat begins in the small of my back and radiates up, tendrils extending over my arms, legs, belly and breasts, culminating in a searing cluster of pain—like a branding iron, on my chest. I sit up too quickly and stars pop in my vision as I reach for the bedside water-pi...
He clucked to his horse and urged her to trot along the perimeter where he had assumed position as the north guard. The mare's ears laid back flat against her head and she whinnied softly.Immediately shifting himself in his saddle, he strained his ears.Caws.Caws could be heard far off, probably a...