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But I'm quite certain Bitsy would wish to speak with me,” the woman across from me sniffed and clutched a folded silk handkerchief with a perfectly monogrammed E on the corner. The point of her chin rose as she looked…Read more

FREE FRIDAYS: Weekend reading—on us.

Lily
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Lily

LM DeWalt

Baboom, baboom, baboom.     Over and over it played like an annoying song you wish would end.  If being a vampire was as romantic, exciting and perfect as movies made it out to be, I would be happy. But I…Read more

FREE FRIDAYS: Weekend reading—on us.

I stepped back to admire my handiwork. I wasn't exactly Van Gogh, but I had to admit, the tiny flowers I'd painted on the rustic bench were charming. I'd found the old bench at a yard sale and had decided…Read more

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My Fair Lord
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My Fair Lord

Wilma Counts

London  Late September, 1814  Henrietta Georgiana Parker, Lady Henrietta to members of the ton, that highest echelon of London society, was simply Retta to her intimate friends, to her father, and to her siblings—her younger half-brothers and half-sisters. Her father’s…Read more

FREE FRIDAYS: Weekend reading—on us.

“I’m ready to take on some harder-hitting stories,” Deanna Devlin declared.   Much to her surprise, Deanna had become known for doing puff pieces at the Desert Palms newspaper that she worked at.  That was a far cry from the kind…Read more

FREE FRIDAYS: Weekend reading—on us.

It was Labor Day weekend and the night was tailor-made for rodeo. Overhead the sky had darkened to blue velvet, and underfoot the West Texas dirt was groomed to perfection. Music pounded and the wooden bleachers were jammed with every…Read more

FREE FRIDAYS: Weekend reading—on us.

They were March days, days that bring splashes of sunshine and hints of the springtime to come. Shafts of sunlight, warm, not yet hot, and fleeting, but still: light that colored the world and kindled hopes.  But not in Aosta. …Read more

FREE FRIDAYS: Weekend reading—on us.

Being wicked is a choice. At least I hope it is.  Most families try to hide their sins away from prying eyes; mine erected a statue to commemorate theirs. Okay, that’s not entirely true.  Homicidal witches turn to stone, immediately…Read more