The Roses of Prose

Chapter Three Bailey shrugged. “It’s a warm night. I’d like to sit on the beach for a while.” Nick throttled back and they drifted...

Chapter Two As warmth slid up Bailey’s neck, she flicked her gaze to her watch. Quarter to eleven. She needed to rush him a little. “...

Chapter One This was the last place she ever expected to spend Christmas: standing on a dock in the middle of the night in Fort Myers...

CHAPTER FOUR   Final Installment  The phone jarred Franny awake. She reached over her head to the wireless on the table at the e...

CHAPTER THREE   The cab eased to the curb in front of a brick townhouse. Thanking the driver, Franny lifted the edges of her blankets...