Colleen Thompson's first book for Dorchester, Fatal Error, launched a line of fast-paced, steamy romantic suspense and was a 2005 RITA award finalist and winner of the Texas Gold Award. "First, you gotta find the perfect bottle," the Firebug rasped. "Too hard, and it won't bust when it hits the f...
Could Liane be coming back already? The buckskin gelding he had borrowed lifted his head and neighed loudly. When the greeting was answered, Jake knew the animal ahead must be one of the buckskin’s stable mates. Pointing his flashlight down the trai...
Sheriff George Canter remained nothing but big hat and attitude, especially when it came anything to do with his two least favorite reformed hell-raisers. Tall and rugged-looking, with dark eyes and a perpetual sneer, he seemed more interested in finishing their meeting in the barn office so he c...
He told the Iranian daily newspaper “Kayhan” what it had felt like. “That first second lasted like a thousand years. I felt my arms and legs jerking out of control. Up on the gallows in the dark, I was trying to fill my lungs with air, but they were crumpled up like plastic bags.” Niazali’s hangi...
Sinners and evil spirits shun the light. —Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller, Intrigue and Love, V, I Distracted during her initial approach, Rachel brought the plane around and made a second attempt at landing. Zeke was relieved when she brought them to a safe stop on the runway. He warned,...
he told her after pulling the phone from his incoherent ex-wife’s grip. He wished he’d been able to stop her before she’d made the call. But what he’d seen on entering the Kid Zone, after racing there following a frantic call from the manager, had slammed him like a two-by-four across the shoulde...
From Kokopelli to Coyote to the Kachinas, I listened to visiting storytellers and read up until I dreamed their legends in fluorescent colors (which might have been the hallucinogens talking, now that I think back on it). But the stories that spoke loudest to me focused on the sacred feminine, po...
Zach told his niece as he guided her hand. “Always brush in one direction, the same way his hair grows.” She brushed the pony’s fuzzy winter coat just as he had shown her, though she could only reach halfway up Mr. Butters’s rib cage by standing on her tiptoes. ...