Brady walked out of the bedroom buttoning his jeans, his black shirt thrown over his shoulder. “Am I dreaming, or do I smell bacon?” He was starving. Whatever was in that nasty swamp remedy, it had done the trick. If he hadn’t watched the video with his own eyes, Brady cou...
I’m sure she’ll probably ignore that advice and instead use the time to lube her entire body with magic jelly, but I prefer not to think about that. The real reason I leave is to find Ruthie. I haven’t seen her, and it’s time for her to get dressed. If she has flitted away...
She may not have a pen-and-paper list, but she knows in her head who rocked her world and made her more than weak in the knees. Bryan was my butterflies-in-the-belly, my soft-and-hungry-and-neverending kisses. He was all the kisses I’d ever want. Because he was kind, and he was witty, and he alwa...
“Want another coffee?” “Yes, please.” I glanced at the clock, again, for the hundredth time. 3:30, thank God. My shift at the Widow’s Walk ended at four. We’d gone to bed last night at around six in the morning, after talking briefly to the police and having—as Andy had ca...
She could see the tall needle from their position by the window, the beautiful orange-purplish sky a breathtaking view as the sun began to set. "Wow," she murmured under her breath. "What was that?" Chris asked, sitting across from her in front of t...
“We should test the worm’s stomach cavities and gizzard for traces of Cleanup”. Mike turns around quizzically. “Make sure that your test runs for Groundup SuperPower only. You know there’s a whole line of those products, ever since the seventies. SuperPower is the latest. There should be a trace ...
It read: John Doe, called to God early and spared the hardships of life. Lelani had done most of the digging throughout the night. They broke through an hour before dawn. Cal thought the plain pine box could not hold the body of a prince. Not a rational thought, since no one on this world knew wh...
His relief lasted only until he walked up the gangplank. A short, stocky man with iron-gray hair, wearing slacks and some kind of Cuban or Filipino shirt, stood up from a chair, where he had been sitting next to Dino. “Are you Stone Barrington?” he asked. “That’s right,” Stone replied. The man di...
“Sage, I’m taking a break. I’ll be back in half an hour.” She headed up Broadway and cut across the Village Green, entering the front door of the white-steepled church. Cutting across the pews, she headed for the large meeting room and kitchen. She pushed open the swinging...
I swallowed hard, but made myself stay frozen in place. “So sweet,” Remy murmured. “So very sweet.” I closed my eyes and waited tensely for him to feed. But he just pressed a kiss to the soft underside of my jaw. His lips were cool and firm. A tiny zing went through me. My nipples pricked and hea...
Lesley asked while they ran in the park. “Yeah, I guess so.” Karin was still trying to recover from the shock of last night. “I think she feels it’s better if I’m up front about it than sneaking around dating someone.” “Yeah, my mother feels pretty much the same way. She thinks Marcus is a cutie,...
In 1970 he became Artistic Director of the Watermill Theatre, from 1970-72 Associate Director of the Traverse Theatre, Edinburgh and from 1976-81 Administrative Director of The Oxford Playhouse Company. From 1984-2012 he was Artistic Director of the Tricycle Theatre in London. He has directed pro...
“Carry him into the sitting room,” Holmes instructed. “He needs a brandy.” “As do I,” Kent gulped, gathering the man into his arms and following Holmes out of the laboratory. They laid the injured, exhausted man out on a chesterfield. While Holmes...
George behind them. The truck given to them by Norroso was now laden with a veritable arsenal. Steiner could only guess at what Samson had in mind for it all; whatever it was it couldn’t be good, unless, of course, he planned to use it to help those in Steadfast. Somehow, however, Steiner doubted...
Everything’s fine as long as the coach gives him the plays from the bench, but what happens the day the coach sprains an ankle and has to leave the game? Will Mike ruin things for the whole team? Hardly! Not while Harry, a dog with a talent for mind reading, is around. Mik...