This is the first book I've read by this author. I picked it up at the yard where I volunteer (kestevenrda.co.uk) where we have started a charity book box to help raise some funds for our disabled riders - it's a great idea although it does mean its a good excuse to buy more books :-/This was a q...
This book drew my interest with both the title and the cover. It looked intriguing enough and when I read the jacket details it sounded like just my cup of tea. As I normally do before I read an author I have not read before I checked out Katia Lief online. Some people may get confused reading he...
His desk was angled into a corner of the low-ceilinged, white-painted Detectives Unit of the Great Barrington Police Department. Bobby and I sat opposite him, soaking wet from the rain, and took turns talking. I could hear but not see the half dozen other detectives at their desks behind us: the ...
Her white fur was bloodied at both ends, mouth and rear. The blood didn’t show on Ahab’s tabby-brown fur, which looked wet, soaked at either end. “What happened to them?” I kneeled above Mitzi and lifted her side; she felt heavy and a little stiff. “They’re dead.” Rich turned at the arched entran...
A chair scraping across the floor. Footsteps. Dishes clanking. The ebb and flow of familiar voices. Mike was getting the kids ready for school, a respite for which she had not needed to ask him. A bright seam of light joined the curtains where they fell loosely together. Alice felt starved for da...
Are you safe? I waited, staring at the screen. But she didn’t answer. I read and reread her message, trying to elicit more information than was actually there. Having spoken with stone-cold Uncle Ishat, I wasn’t surprised he didn’t want her. But sel...
The duplex apartment in the hundred-year-old brownstone seemed to leak heat from every window and door. The cost of oil was sky-high, and money was tight, so my mother and I kept the temperature as low as we could stand it. But on the morning of Ben’s second birthday, on a quiet Saturday, we cran...
‘All I’m saying is a little makeup never hurt anyone.’ ‘I’m just not that kind of person.’ ‘What do you mean that kind of person? What am I, some kind of cheap date? Jesus F. Christ, I get knocked up once,’ she shouted, ‘and you act like I’m some kind of street walker!’ People were staring at us....