This is a well-written story. The hook was set early on and it became difficult to put down. Ms. Abel developed her characters, situation and settings well - creating a believable world. She has the ability to grow the urgency and intensity of the situations surrounding the main story in a way th...
JONATHAN? WHERE ARE YOU?” As soon as Jonathan heard Gabriel’s voice, he felt as if he’d been saved from drowning. As if someone had thrown him a lifeline. “I’m somewhere in the far left tunnel. But I have no idea where River is.” &...
Channie declined their offer to do the same for her. She had school tomorrow and didn’t want to be drowsy all day. After tossing and turning for forty-five minutes, she regretted her decision, but it was too late to change her mind. Momma and Daddy were already asleep. She could put a be-calm spe...
Harrison’s card then at the tiny cottage across the street. What sort of therapist worked out of a house painted eggplant purple? The kind that claimed they could cure phantom pain with hypnosis; that’s what kind. What was he expecting? A high-rise office building? He gritted his teeth against th...
“Why didn’t you just drive it to the shack?” “The road’s too rough. I didn’t want to risk messing up my bike.” When they stepped out of the forest and onto the blacktop road leading into Whistler’s Gulch, Hunter stopped and turned to face Josh. “Sheriff Black’s an empty, but he’s slimier than a w...