I am linking up to the  Sunday Post  hosted by the wonderful Kim of  Caffeinated Book Reviewer , where participants recap our week, talk ...

Whew! I made it with just a few days left in the year to spare. For a second there I was afraid I might not make it. My final challenge o...

One put a .45 pistol to his head and pulled the trigger. Belk heard the hammer snap and at that point didn't care. He begged them to r...

Melanie , I heard again, and I pressed the receiver closer to my ear, fighting the impulse to hang up. The voice was soft and airy and most...

For a small moment, I thought maybe seeing the great heron was worth it. But then I saw Pater's face as he saw me, panicked and running...

Prime Time by Hank Phillippi Ryan Mira, 2009 Crime Fiction; 280 pgs Source: Book provided by Nancy Berland Public Relations, Inc. for revi...

It is one of those mornings that feels and looks too nice to stay indoors. The sun is shining bright in a deep blue sky, only one or two sm...

We have been lost to each other for so long. My name means nothing to you. My memory is dust. [except from prologue] The Red Tent by Anit...