Brock parked behind Uncle Matt’s Jeep. Parker and Nelly, two of the huge Irish Wolfhounds that lived at the Gary farm but didn’t really belong to anyone specific, raced up to his SUV. Parker let out a deep bark, his … Continue reading →
Thursday morning, Jon pulled onto the highway and Belinda stared out of the window, watching the city turn to fields and rolling hills. This being the first time she ever left Madison, Belinda decided to enjoy every moment of her … Continue reading →
Belinda stepped off the porch, heading for her Prius, but her brother caught her arm. “Just leave her here,” Brock ordered. “We’re going to be late. We’ll take the Pearl.” Fury filled her and she yanked her arm free. “Don’t … Continue reading →
Taurus and Taurus wish you and yours a truly happy and bullish new year! May you experience the true prosperity that would make any Taurus happy, and may you only have to handle the change you want to. After all, … Continue reading →
Happy Halloween! Thanks to Booknibbles.com for the wonderful tour! If you’re just coming across this post, you can catch the beginning HERE. In celebration of Halloween and Samhain, the Celtic New Year, here is chapter one of our novel, New … Continue reading →
The Prius spun into the driveway, gravel flying and hitting the porch. The sharp little sounds ricocheted like machine gun fire in the quiet afternoon air. Belinda jumped out of the car before it fully stopped, or so it seemed … Continue reading →
Brock looked over at his team as the SUV glided to a smooth halt in the parking lot. Crowded with silent cars, many people were still waking and beginning their day. Not many people out and about yet. This fit … Continue reading →
A half hour after barging into Sandillo’s office, Belinda found herself back at her desk. The day planner sat there like an accusation. Balistreri refused to speak to them, then refused to even talk to Sandillo. He relented, finally, and … Continue reading →
Belinda Gary spread the file out on her desk. Mr. Thomas Evans, age forty-seven, formerly resident of the house with a brownie and a housekeeper… She left the crime scene photos in their plasticine sleeves, face down. She did not … Continue reading →
Fresh from the shower, the melodious tones of his wind chimes caught Brock’s attention. He shuffled over to the stairwell. Originally, the brownstone had been divided up into flats; convenience prompted him to keep the front door buzzers on each … Continue reading →