“Hmm … Wow.” She chewed her top lip, eyes fixed in contemplation. “You know what? In almost eleven years of tracking your movements, spying on you online, relocating to Miami to get a little bit closer to you, getting married...
March 16, 2003. Payson, Arizona. He thought he was dead. Steam hissed from the crumpled front end of the RV that had folded accordion-style against the guardrail. His face stung from the punch of the airbag. His lungs burned from that awful talcum...
This week’s addition to the shelves here at Fiction Books, once again comes courtesy of the lovely Kelsey McBride at Book Publicity Services. I always enjoy receiving Kelsey’s emails, as I know that she will have discovered a great new...