The Roses of Prose

She peered through the snow-spattered windshield at the neon sign and hoped like hell there was room at the inn. Mandy Nichols kept...

Chapter Three The next seconds passed in a blur. Shorty dropped his cup, sending porcelain shards everywhere. All three men jumped up, kn...

Chapter Two Joe Matthews breathed an internal sigh of relief as a look of determination settled across Charley’s features. Maybe she woul...