Meg Bourland jerked to a stop before she reached the bottom of the stairs in her parents’ house. Her fingers tightened on the banister. The spit in her mouth dried up like the Texas fields in August.
~ Marsha West
“They’re all good catches,” Tanya said lightly as she stopped to talk briefly to Maxine.
~ Pat Amsden
“Hit me.” Matthew Shaughnessy tapped the two cards he had laying on the table and prayed he got something better than the crap he was holding.
~ Jacquie Biggar
Hold ‘Em (a work in progress)
Mark had an uneventful afternoon at the office until a tall, lean woman wearing attitude, confidence and a black skirt one inch short of acceptable walked through his door.
~ Veronica Forand
Owl (a work in progress)
Henry Keenan had a constipated and ineffectual look about him. It was hard to believe he was the best criminal…