Chapter Three
Bailee Parish paced the moonlight bedroom, her bare feet soundless on the smooth floors.
"Foolish. Don’t do this,” she whispered and unfolded her arms to run her fingers though her hair. She made herself sit on the edge of the bed. Holding the mattress edge, toes curled against the wood, and eyes staring at nothing. She almost hadn’t come. If it weren’t for Mag, for all she meant to her, their closeness, she wouldn’t have.
She thought she was over it. No, that wasn’t true. She had avoided coming back, being anywhere near him, because she never really would get over it. All those years ago, from the time she had known what feelings of that nature were, she’d had a thing for Gray. And since all of Mag’s friends had a thing for him, Baliee kept it to herself.
One thing she’d noticed as they grew up, Gray didn’t ... >> full
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LOL, I swear, I've been trying to finish up Val's book (#2 of my Rakehell series) and while going back through stuff, I feel like I'm never going to get done. AAARRRGG. I've been writing/editing for a solid 12 hours now.
Spell check will not flag a word that is a real word, even if it is a WRONG word. Your mind and eye has to do that, notice it. And I always miss something. I know it comes from reading over the same text hour after hour, even month after month. I read somewhere where a famous writer said, your mind (inserts) the right stuff and misses the wrong, after a time. I believe that.
I still have these duh moments, even with books published. I remember a book I had out once with a publisher for 5 yrs, edited- re edited, I know by 4 editors, lord knows how ... >> full
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Copyright 2008-2010 Gayle Eden
"You drunken, murderer! You have killed him! You’ve killed my brother!”
There, on the dark and desolate road, cold sleet and snow fell upon the wreckage that one remaining unbroken lantern revealed. The horses had panicked, the ribbons jerked from his hands, and horror blinded Julian, so that the rest of the scene passed in some numb haze. Even his own injuries could not penetrate it.
He felt a jolt and wet muddy ground, heard blunted screams, and felt his body churned, turned and flipped. He thought of the girl only, and made himself crawl to the coach, his first breath of reality coming at seeing the seat detached and trapping her.
His breath shuddered out like a beast escaping his soul, feeling then, the blood that pumped in his body as well as rivulets of it in his face and over his hands, something burning on his ... >> full
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Copyright Eve Asbury 2005-2010
Moyra's head pounded. She dozed on and off, lying against Gaètan’s side, aware that he wore his gun openly…and that he drew many narrow-eyed looks, which he pretended to ignore. And that he smelled heavenly, warm and comforting in the confusing crowd of passengers.
The trip seemed never ending to her, except for the eating and rest stops, and the short times she felt well enough to listen to conversation or discreetly eye some of the passengers.
She had no idea where they were when Gaètan finally escorted her to a hotel, and she fell onto the bed and slept a day and a half, bathing twice before she felt the odor of the train ride leave her. She was completely dressed before the sounds were softened by the clop and churn of buggies, and an occasional call from the streets, soothing, normal sounds, ... >> full
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