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Lady Phoebe Howard had been in and out of trouble all her life; but kidnapping was new ground, even for her.
Somewhere between dessert and my second glass of chardonnay, I realized my date was a male prostitute.
I never saw the truck coming.
“On behalf of Historic Philadelphia Alive, I’d like to welcome you to the City of Brotherly Love.”
If this alien doesn’t die soon, I’m gonna be late for cheerleading practice.
Derjjuwa kneel to no one, not even to their masters.
The night after the biggest promotion of my life, I woke up with a monster hangover and my bra on backwards.
There are two rooms my mom and I don’t rent folks at our motel: No. 3 has all kinds of problems with the plumbing and the wiring never works right, but the main problem is No. 13… it eats people.
Elika pushed through the undergrowth, hoping this clearing would be the one.
Miss Marcia Elizabeth Drummond snatched the ivory invitation from the salver and perused the elegant handwriting.
Mist and rain swirled around the battle like a dark curtain; the players bearing armor and swords instead of lyrical prose and grease paint.
You would think that waking up in a coffin, buried six feet under would be the lowest moment of my day—but you would be wrong.
All she wanted right now was a long hot bath, with bubbles.
When the phone call came from a man identifying himself as an attorney in Ohio, Rowena’s first thought was, who’s in jail this time?
After waking, I sit upright in bed with my head held in my hands, the after-image of the dream burned into my retinas like the too-close flash of a camera.
I stood at the crime scene with police tape tangled in my trembling hands and the taste of blood in my mouth.
“Carey Breen is MIA.”
The thick cloud of confusion occupying my thoughts lifted and was instantly replaced by paralyzing fear.
Not many people look down at a dead goldfish and wonder if that’s how they looked the day they died.
There were a lot of hot girls at F–ktown—Bucktown—High, but the one I really took notice of was the cute little Asian girl with tawny-brown hair and blue-gray eyes.
Stretched on the beach while the sun dried his plated skin, Troy waited to suffocate.
“So, the aliens gave you a list of people they want.”
Freezing rain lashed the angel’s face and dripped rivulets down his bare chest and back, soaking his wool breeches.
My first memory of James is what keeps me here, smoothing hair out of a boy’s blood-spattered face.
Lucy shoved the door to the laundry room open with her fanny, struggling to keep hold of the basket, detergent, and the baggie of quarters clenched in her teeth.
I’d never been comfortable in my own skin, so I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t stay in it very long.
Damian O’Brien’s rumpled trench coat showed evidence of oregano pesto.
They say you can’t go home again, but then they’ve never been down to their last hundred bucks when home called demanding their return.