She never knew when just that he would. So Brenna was not surprised when Mrs. Symnthon found her in the library one Saturday morning to tell her she had a visitor. She doubted it was a coincidence that Hunter was at work that day and she was alone. She composed herself and entered the sitting roo...
Many writers like to wait for inspiration. Reach out and grab it or, better yet, do without it. Write, write, write. Don’t wait for the right moment, right idea or the right equipment. Get started. As I said earlier, action is the key to success. Don’t confuse praise with self-worth. Some people ...
He threw it with such force it hit the wall with a bang. What was wrong with him? He had her. He’d won. He could walk away from her now and let her feel the pain of it. Why didn’t he feel better about it? Where was his sense of triumph and satisfaction? Victory? Why did his bed suddenly seem so l...
Noreen sat in her cabin with her knees drawn up and stared sightlessly ahead of her. I love him, but this time the thought terrified her. Unlike last night, she couldn’t laugh at the prospect because she didn’t love in the quick, reckless way Arlene did. Arlene freely gave her heart and affection...
Mrs. Penny Kerner asked her daughter in a loud voice, adjusting the collar of her suede jacket, while looking at herself in a large hallway mirror. Her daughter, Cathleen, having a more gentle nature and softer tone replied in a whisper, “Mother, lower your voice. She’s right around the corner an...
They stared at her in surprise. “What happened?” Teresa asked. Michelle put a plate down. “What are you doing here?” Jessie fell into a chair, folded her arms, and laid her head down. “Freda hates me and I hate myself.” Her sisters shared a confused look, shrugged then sat. “Start from the begin...
He enjoyed a hearty breakfast at a local restaurant called Martha’s. It was usually standing-room only in the morning, but he’d managed to get a seat. “Are the eggs the way you like them?” the owner asked. He was a heavy-set man with pale blue eyes and a blinking habit when he was nervous. He bli...
The scent of the recently eaten pies lingered in the air while the sound of crickets mingled in the cool, soft breeze. Monica stood in the doorway while JD sat on the porch railing and Nadine in an old wicker chair. Monica had made an excuse of having to find something so that she could give the ...
“Why would I be angry?” He nodded to the windshield. She looked and stared then burst into laughter. He sent her an odd look. “You think this is funny?” “Yes, I love to see what you consider a couple of miles up the road.” The house stood only a few yards away. It was a massive stately mansion, c...
Tracie said, staring up at the small A-frame house. Anna Marie ignored her sister’s condescending tone. “It’s comfortable.” “And you live here with other, um…?” she searched for a word. “Boarders? Yes.” “What do they do?” “They don’t work. They’re retired.” I think. “What did they used to do?” “I...
Her nose twitched at the calming scent of peppermint tea. She stretched and saw a picture on the side table—Drake with a young man and woman. She wondered if they were his family since they all seemed to share the same smile. She'd probably never find out since today she would be leaving. She saw...
Wanda said as Lucian took a seat. “There’s a glass right beside you.” “It’s not the same.” Lucian sat back, making no move to fulfill her request. “But you didn’t call me in here for that. What do you really want?” “I need more money.” “How much more?” “What does it matter? You can afford it.” “I...
No part of this work may be reproduced in any fashion without the express written consent of the copyright holder. A Home for Adam is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed herein are fictitious and are not based on any real persons living or dead. *** “Send him back!”“But he just...
Mary said to the leasing agent. His name was Nigel Harris, and he had the most pristine brown goatee Mary had ever seen, but he smelled of pickles and mayonnaise. His office was far too neat to be of any real purpose, and she wondered what he did all day. He shook his head. “I’m sorry.” “But I ca...
She lifted the cover from the trash can and started sifting through its contents. She gingerly pushed aside some rotting food escaping a plastic bag and swatted away a couple of flies. She held her breath and continued searching for the small white garbage bag. The truck drew closer, grinding and...
"It's like a tree looking at its root in disgust when that's what keeps it grounded and firm." "Not all roots are so generous," he said in a low voice. "Some are weak." "True, but they're still there or the tree would never have grown." He rested his hands on the sink and studied her. "You really...