The fear didn’t go away, though. In fact, it expanded. “Uh, you can use my office as long as you need.” Guts slid his bulk from behind the desk and exited as quickly as he could. All the moisture in Arie’s body relocated from her mouth to her kidney...
Glaser THE BLOOD WE SPILL BY DONNA WHITE GLASER Book Four in the Letty Whittaker 12 Step Mystery series. Still suffering recurring panic attacks following the murder of a close friend just months ago, psychotherapist and recovering alcoholic Letty Whittaker is struggling to bring ...
The bad news was the first person I saw at the club was Sandra. I’d either have to face her or forgo a cup of badly needed coffee. She stood at the coffee bar—a fruit bowl in a sleeveless top that looked and clung to her fat chest like an orange peel. She’d had her highlights touched up, too, add...
The splayed figure looked like a prop for the ongoing Halloween party, not a dead girl. She lay on her back in a froth of white petticoats, her blond hair curled in tight ringlets, one hand tucked awkwardly underneath her body. The other arm lay on her stomach, palm up, re...