Try as he might, he couldn’t wrest from the ropes that bound his wrists, and struggling only seemed to tighten the knots. He took a tentative breath. If he was careful, he could keep the searing agony in his ribs at bay. He inched backward on his side until his shoulders a...
Every evening, frost painted the windows with icy fingers that crept through the sash, challenging the warmth radiating from the fireplace. Running her thumb over the binding of the book she held, Cara sighed and replaced it on the shelf. Her thoughts were in far too much of a jumble to concentra...
“Someone’s been shot!” He slowed his steps at the excited cry. Such crimes were not unusual in the city, which was one of the reasons he preferred life at sea. Still, hearing the panicked voices sent sweat rolling down his neck into his collar. The ...