I enjoyed this book quite a bit. I rate it a 3.5 and would have rated it higher if it would have been a bit more evenly written. The issue I have is that it changes point of view and stops the flow when it does so. I think it is the going from human to dog as narrator that makes it seem so stop-a...
I know there are a couple of people who did not like this book and of course everyone has their own types of books that they like to read, but I absolutely fell in love with the story & the characters. I had downloaded it to my kindle because it was free and I am really glad that I did. What a he...
I have really enjoyed this series and am sorry to say that this book just didn't measure up.The book specific characters (as opposed to the continuing ones) were so shallowly written that I couldn't keep them straight. The clues were almost non-existent (however, I figured out who did it early o...
This short story made me cry ;-(Gilly Debeau has advanced in age and lives alone in Alabama. She has a great niece who calls on her but she lives in New York. Gilly collects wind chimes and the one her great niece gifts her one for Christmas seems to transport her to a time long ago forgotten on ...
Born special, Jenny, an artist, has had to struggle for every achievement. The things ordinary women take for granted - love, marriage, children- are only a dream for her. When divorced businessman, Daniel Sullivan, brings his children to sit for a portrait, Jenny begins to believe that her princ...
Bobbie Joe yelled at his companion. “The Devil don’t wear sleeping bags.”He reached over and plucked at the sleeping bag. “Come out, come out,” he chanted, “whoever you are.”Shoot,, Bea thought. There were two of them. Two kidnappers reeking of corn liquor. Just wait till she got her hands on tha...
Her spurs jingled as she unhooked them. Then she climbed into her 1967 El Dorado Cadillac and headed toward home.Home was a modest duplex with a fenced-in yard, a garage, a roof that didn’t leak, and a front porch with a scrawny potted petunia and two enormous Great Danes. She leaned down to cudd...
With my face in Albert’s dusty old rug and my hands over my head, I wait for I don’t know what all to befall me.“Lovie?” No answer. Holy cow, has she been kidnapped? “Lovie, are you okay?”She says a word that will likely get her barred from the Pearly Gates—unless I can get there first and do som...
When she walked in and saw him standing beside the mantle with a perfectly lovely, perfectly elegant woman, her hopes fell. “Belinda, I want you to meet Maureen. She’s kindly agreed to a private showing. Just pick whatever you want.” She hadn’t noticed the array of clothes. There were enough suit...
While he mused, Jim gave a running commentary of the game.“What a play! Did you see the way that ball curved?”“Umm-hmm.” All Colter saw was the way the lights made Jo's hair shine.“What's he doing, using a relief pitcher?”What was she doing in San Francisco?“There goes the manager to the mound.”T...
The tall white columns and wide verandas were cool and elegant, just like their owner. Huge live oaks, draped with Spanish moss, guarded the front lawn, and a white fence protected the house from the busy boulevard that faced the gulf.Rachel, in white shorts and halter top, was kneeling beside a ...
Pregnant, indeed. Her latest tale didn't deter him at all; it only made the chase more fun.He hung the bucket on the spout and pumped some water. On his way back to the house, it splashed over the rim and onto his feet. He was careful coming back through the screen door. He didn't want to wake th...
She brushed Mahli down and put her in the stable, then went into her house. There was nothing to greet her except emptiness. The fire she’d lit when she got in from the airport was still glowing. In happier times Dr. Colbert would have been waiting for her with a cup of hot tea. Maybe tea would m...
Because Tanner was so frequently out of town making personal appearances, his corporations were set up to operate with a minimum of his attention. Business matters ran smoothly for them.It was the personal matters that got out of hand. Both of them dreaded the confrontation with Claude, and they ...
“For me?” Papa would never call her at work unless it was an emergency. Elizabeth was so upset she nearly dropped the box of doughnuts. “Are you gonna take all day?” Celine said, and Elizabeth ran to get the receiver. “Hello?” “This is David Lassiter,” her caller said, and she nearly died on the ...
When Margaret Leigh and Harry left the sideshow, he was two steps behind them. When they stopped to toss pennies into a bottle, he stopped with them. Margaret Leigh tried to lose him in the fun house, but he refused to be lost.It was obvious to Andrew that Harry Cox didn't know what was going on....
After she and her mother and Paul had left the church, they’d gone by the florist shop, then stopped for a consultation with the organist. This was the first breather she’d had.“You think so?” Hallie lifted the antique lace veil from a box in an ancient armoire and arranged it on her head. “I don...
Suffice it to say, a woman fueled by indignation and scented with Jungle Gardenia is a lethal weapon. The balloon is moored in the north section of the massive Bancorp South Convention Center’s parking lot, walking distance from the festival if you don’t mind crossing the railroad tra...
It tumbled toward the swing and landed with a soft plop on the front of Samuel Adams’ white shirt. It was the final straw. He quirked his eyebrow as if indicating it was all Molly’s fault, and impatiently brushed away the offending berry. She stifled her laughter. It served him right. She wished ...
His hands glided into the silky curls at the nape of her neck and urged her closer. Drugged by the sweet wine of her kisses, he forgot that he was playing a game. He couldn’t get enough. His hands began to move, tracing her body, flowing over her with the soft tenderness of a love song. Where was...
Matt Rider stood in the dressing room backstage feeling like a turkey getting trussed for somebody’s Thanksgiving dinner. “I look like a fool,” he added. “Nobody but a wimp or a sissy would wear these things.” Barb giggled, then bent over to run her hands down his legs. Beneath the satin britches...
Although she set a more sedate pace than Ellen, conversation was still difficult over the whistle of the wind through windows that had long since come loose from their rubber gaskets. Gigi napped all the way from the river to Powder Mill Hill, six miles east of Lawrenceburg, and Ellen took the ti...
He had expected visitors, but not this soon. Miss Beulah had wasted no time, he thought as he mentally girded himself for the skirmish. His face betrayed no emotion as he came from behind his desk, shook hands with Victor Cranston, and showed Miss Beulah and Essie Mae to their chairs. “What can I...