I should have stopped reading. Look, the setting was terrific (New York near the Hudson Valley, in the mountains, in an art institute with summer storms and so on. Lovely!) but I could have cared less about the characters. I felt that they were spectacularly self-involved, including the female pr...
She tried to call Joe’s name, but it was muffled by the massive palm that covered her mouth and nose, and made it almost impossible to breathe. She tried to think. There had been a wall behind her just seconds ago, and now there was just emptiness as she was pulled inexorably into even deeper dar...
Since it was on the main drag, the owner had accentuated the Irish look with surface timbers and stucco. A neon sign hung like a marquee over the entrance. It was a local hangout, loud, boisterous, and occasionally the scene of a good old-fashioned Yankee brawl. Generally ...
“Who lives here?” asked Liv. “We’re not going to get shot for trespassing, are we?” “Hope not,” Chaz said, and kept walking. Several yards later, and without warning, Chaz ducked into the shrubbery lining the drive and disappeared from view. &...
“Sandwiches pressé. My fave.” He handed one to Liv. It might be smushed, but it looked pretty good to Liv. The slice of pizza she’d eaten at the Zimmerman’s was nothing but a dim memory. “So tell me about Mouse. Then tell me what that was all about....
Should she apologize to the Ballards and stay put? Should she just say she was missing her family and have Elspeth pack her belongings—her considerably pared-down belongings—for New York? She felt sick and alone and she had a responsibility to her family, to the Ballards, and to Elspeth. &n...
She hoped Ted had decided to make it a late day, too. She let Whiskey out, dressed, then went into the living room to pack up her computer. Her laptop was open. She tapped a key and the screen lit up with an article about Chaz Bristow. She’d forgotten all about her Google search once Roseanne had...