“This dialogue totally sucks. He’s made the woman character into this girl who acts as if she just fell off the turnip truck.” I leaned back against the sofa, my legs crossed underneath me, a position I was sure I wouldn’t be able to hold in a few months when my belly stuck out further than my ...
She began to look over the mountain of papers she had to have corrected for Monday's classes. She was halfway through the history quiz she had given on Friday when the knock sounded on her door. She tensed, knowing Hunt would have tapped out his special little clichéd rhythm. She smoothed sudde...
The frigid wind, blowing directly from Canada, poured unimpeded over the bleak prairie. Crusted, glittering snow collapsed under Raine's feet as she walked back and forth between Julia's house and the print shop. She hardly noticed the weather. An even colder chill settled around her heart. Sh...