The Roses of Prose

Part Three Brenna’s jaw sagged. “You have a daughter?” Kent nodded and held out his arms. The tiny child in a long, white nightgow...

Part Two Kent McCord regarded the petite woman standing at his door with consternation. Long, dark curls cascaded from beneath her h...

Part One A ringing phone at two in the morning never brought good news. Brenna Halliday bolted upright in bed, heart pounding as she...

    Part Three       Dylan stood on the front porch of the huge colonial he and April shared to draw in a lungful of crisp w...

     Part Two “It’s hard to say.” She recognized his voice but didn’t look up. “I wish I knew.” “What’s the prognosis?...