So I only got 40 pages into this book, then I gave up. There was just something about it that was annoying me and nothing interesting was happening. I hate how the character kept referring to her ADHD. I really thought I'd enjoy it as the main character also has a degree in psychology. But instea...
Thirty-seven year old journalist, Connor Westphal, has relocated from San Francisco to Flat Skunk, a mining-turned-tourist town in the foothills of the Sierras, to start up her own weekly paper. Suddenly, dead bodies begin turning up in the most unusual places, setting Connor on a hunt for a kill...
Then set them around the room to entertain your guests. Anxious to hear what Brad had learned from Detective Melvin, I knocked again on his door on my way back to my office, hoping he might have sneaked in while I was talking with Duncan and Berkeley. No such luck. I headed for my desk and sat do...
Even the prisoners used codes,” Luke said. He and Quinn did a knuckle bump. “There must be a million ways to create codes and secret languages,” Quinn added. “I’ll never learn them all! Right now, I’m trying to learn Egyptian hieroglyphs and the runic alphabet.” “All right, everyone,” the ranger ...
Dr. Jordan called out as he ran after Ms. Cassatt. The kids and Ms. Stad followed him. Dr. Jordan grabbed the phone from the reception desk and repeated the urgent phrase through the intercom. His voice echoed throughout the museum. Within seconds, two security guards arrived, keys jangling from ...
After their original secret meeting place had burned down, they’d rebuilt it in the same spot. They’d nailed the walls together using old billboard panels, sealed the corners with duct tape, and covered the top with a camouflage parachute they’d bought at the Army-Navy Surplus Store. The makeshif...
While it seems uncouth, swishing the liquid around your tongue and palate allows your taste buds to detect the subtle flavors of the wine. But try not to make too much noise… The ex-governor’s “house,” on the other side of the Purple Grape, was a carbon copy of the Sacramento capitol building, ex...
Through the charred shell she could see that the fire had almost gutted the inside. A few firefighters still combed the area for smoldering ashes, and the air reeked of acrid smoke. Even the weedy yard had burned, leaving Skeleton Man’s strange metal sculptures of trees and cats eerily discolored...
And nothing brings on the tears like an overtired, not-so-cherubic child who can’t, or won’t, go to sleep. I should know. I spent the first couple of years of my babies’ lives in a twilight daze brought on by lack of sleep—theirs and mine. Even with a couple of academic degrees in child developme...
Cody whispered urgently, shaking her sleeping friend’s arm. “Huh?” M.E. mumbled, then rubbed her eyes and sat up. “What’s wrong?” “Look! Outside the mosquito flap! I saw something …” M.E.’s eyes widened, and she scrambled forward. “What is it? A bear? A wolf—” “No!” Cody said, cutting her off bef...