Amanda is trying to get almost Ex-husband Charlie to sign the final divorce papers, and in a fit of frustration, threatens to kill him (not really-just some hyperbole!). Charlie refuses, Amanda takes off on her bike, the brakes fail and she flies off a mountain, Charlie shows up and goads her int...
What a perfect world where all of the lead characters problems are forgotten with a coke. Interesting story, not everything that happened was believable but it was a cute story that moved right along and was fun to read. The end had very nice chocolate recipes; I am not sure how the lead charac...
She stood slowly, stepped over to her own grave and sank again to her knees. Reality slipped away, earth and sky whirling into chaos. She reached out, laid her hand on the ground, tried to hang onto the solidity of the earth. But the soil dissolved. Her hand sank into a co...
Amanda repeated. “What?” “Well, you did tell her to start in the middle,” Charley said. “I’m pretty sure Dallas doesn’t pay cops exorbitant salaries. How did Ross get rich? Did he take bribes or inherit the family fortune?” “...
For an instant I was paralyzed with horror. But only for an instant. Still clutching my plate of mousse, I ran away from him as fast as I could, though the length of my strides was hampered by the width of that beautiful but impractical gown. I made it to the kitchen doorw...
I said. “Let’s have some hot chocolate.” He frowned and I tensed, one hand on the bathroom door, ready to jump back inside and slam the door if the demon reappeared. “I don’t have any hot chocolate mix,” he said. I breathed a...
They beat me with iron skillets and pans of Chocolate Pudding Cake while hundreds of people in the stands booed me when I tried to tell them there was no secret. Finally Trent handcuffed me and carted off to the dungeon where I was put on the rack and tortured some more. I...
A successful career wouldn't matter if he went to prison for murder. Or if one day Edward took over his—their—body and he himself never came back. Both possibilities were equally terrifying. He'd gotten Wayne Palmer's home an...
A young boy skated down the sidewalk on roller blades. Two girls sat on a front porch having a tea party with their dolls. A group of kids were shooting baskets in front of somebody's garage. An older couple rocked to and fro in a porch swing. Had her mother or father grow...
I halted my hair dryer in the middle of my second swing. Confusion replaced my fear. “Rick?” It couldn’t be his ghost. That first swing had hit a solid object. He climbed out of the tub and reached back to turn off the shower. “First you scalded me and then you gave me a c...