I’ve located this big mossy rock that allows me to keep my head over the water and get my shoulders massaged by the cascading water. Agatha’s left for the weekend to Vientiane with James, so I’m alone with no work to do. Cook is doing her best to keep me occupied. I’ve become the first aid center...
Instead of the usual music - both kinds, Country and Western - there's a proper classic rock style bar band. It's definitely more my style, but I didn't come for the music. I'm meeting Ice and a lawyer he knows. Friendly Persuasion, the PI agency the Iron Tornadoes apparently dug up all the info ...
Bustling and noisy. Men and women, children and animals, each one with a place to be, a task to complete. Everything is in motion as complex as the gears and wheels and levers of a clock. The analogy is apt, perhaps heartbreakingly so. The parts of that clock do the same t...
And the entire crew of the Wild Rides You can still get the bundle with Safe House - Dez Burke (NYT/USAT). An outlaw biker. A gentle veterinarian. Flint knows she would never fall for a bad guy like him. Or would she? Rage - Christa Wick (NYT/USAT). A shy waitress risks her life to save an...
According to the clock on the nightstand, it's five a.m. An ungodly hour for anyone to get up, especially on Labor Day. This better be serious. "Yeah," I growl as I pick up the phone. "Well, excuse me for waking you up." My mother's voice drips with...
It took me a while to identify the feeling but now I've put a name on it. It's terror. I'm terrified but I don't know why. I've dreamed about that man for years. I've longed for him and now that I know that he's felt the same way, that he's been waiting for me too, I should be elated. Instead, ...
I'm disoriented. Why am I not in my bed? And then I remember. I sit up and listen to the voices arguing. The conversation is all hushed, but there's no mistaking the anger in both men's voices. As I tiptoe to the door, I iden...
He’s got a cut right under his eye, and he’s holding a paper napkin on it to stop the bleeding. “What happened?” I ask. “Sally.” “Oh, shit. I never thought that gal packed such a punch.” It’s cute how he almost looks proud w...
Chaser locks the door behind us without letting go of my hands. He pulls me to him and traces the contour of my jaw with his mouth. I thread my fingers in his hair and shiver. “Are you okay?” he asks. “A bit overwhelmed,” I answer truthfully. “Are you afraid of me?” I shake my head. What frighten...