You can never be free of their criticism until you no longer seek their praise.

yet.

As a writer, I will go down any dark alley, inch my way through the tightest crawl space, and feed on your every fear. I will take your sense of calm and tear it to...

The greatest compliments I’ve ever received were complaints from readers that I made them stay up all night reading.

If you focus your eyes towards the horizon, everything and everyone walking in front of you becomes a blurry mass. That’s what everyone else became. All of their dark wool suits began to mesh into...

A voice flat enough to fit under a door crack.

He could still remember how the first sip of wine made him feel.

You don’t kill someone you love, do you?

He dusted off the shoulder tab and stared at it, so light in his hand, so inconsequential. It was hard to believe that a shred of cloth could have so much destructive power locked away...

Irma was aware, for a little while, of a rather curious sound coming up from the plain. Like the beating of far-off drums.

Michelle: Phone. That had to be my phone waking me up. My hand swept across the nightstand until it found the vibrating hunk of silicone. “Hello.” “Michelle, It’s Gordon from the Cobb County Sheriff’s Office....

My temper wasn’t burned.

Honey, you worry too much. Nothing is going to happen, I mean come on, you’re in the house of Mr. Hausefalle, the guru of home security! You’re probably safer over there than here.”- House Trap,...

You just couldn’t give it a rest, could you, Sue? Had to keep badgering me. Snooping and poking around. I hope you’re satisfied, now that you’ve ripped my guts out.

Whatever the unknown in Europe, it had to be better than the known in a small town, where truth was hidden behind smiles, pleasantries, and an abundance of stretch lace at weddings. Whatever, the yet-to-be-written...

The reality and what it meant was slowly dawning: the betrayal, deception, and omission. Clandestine meetings. Evasion under questioning. In hindsight, Dana and Evan picked out the clues they’d missed, reevaluated the moments they’d been...

Life has its enigmatic events, that can make it a mystery, or my misery. It all depends on how I view it.

Death. It is a strange stalker, one that we spend our whole lives running from, some more successful than others.

So much for the bimbo alert; if she read books like that, then there was a light on upstairs, above the splendid front porch.

I keep people alive every day, and right now, the person I’m trying to keep alive is you. Will you let me?

I gave my heart away to somebody long time ago- when I was barely a man. And I never got it back.

No matter how offensive she’s been to me, she continues to act as if she has some sort of God-given right to keep coming back for more favors.

Statues are too much like dolls, and dolls are creepy. You keep expecting them to blink. And the ones that smile, like this?” Eve kept her lips tight together and she curved them up. “You...

The image of him shifted with the violent frenzy of leaves. He was there and he wasn’t, as the leaves whipped and the lightning fell away in a slow strobe effect across the expanse of...

Tonight, after we’re done with the bank, we’re going to finish this. Somewhere it’s just the two of us. But if I keep kissing you right now, I’m not going to have enough blodd left...

Kri has a stalker with terrorist connections, the Pentagon has been peppered with bombs, and Kri’s gone missing. Of course there’s a connection.

You don’t understand. How could you? We were in the worst sort of hell. We weren’t living day to day or even hour to hour. We survived minute by excruciating minute. The next day was...

He walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, trying to see himself through her eyes. It was time to change his style, throw off the shroud of timidity and start living his life.

Even in death, her mother was winning.

From Flood, Flash, and Pheromones–coming soon:As Cassie’s body hurled toward him in the swirl, she realized the brevity of the situation. This was it. This was the moment that determined whether she lived to see...

Perhaps the palms had been whispering warnings in the sultry breeze.

Mackenzie flinched. Struggling to breathe, she stood up and walked over to the table.

The battle rages everyday. In the Arena of God

Oh, she went to some trouble there.” But no, when I wear a scarf it means “this grey blouse was unwrinkled and those mocha pants make my behind look fine and voila I have a...

What is the silence of six and what are you going to do about?

Will you pipe down for a minute? Naturally she was dead since I work at a cemetery. Her face struck a chord though. So, I rummaged around in the old Rory memory bank, and Emily...

I would rather die than hide like a coward.

She wasn’t a cowardIf she were she would have retreated back into her shell years before and pulled back entirely from life. She was a fighter. Life knocked her down, and she coped by getting...

Do as little harm to others as you can; make any sacrifice for your true friends; be responsible for yourself and ask nothing of others; and grab all the fun you can. Don’t give much...

I don’t correct her to let her know her backdoor wisdom yanks me deep into another country, where water runs uphill.

Her gaze slid up the thick muscles of his arm, imagining her hand doing the same, imagining what it would feel like to explore a body of such raw, masculine energy. No doubt about it,...

You don’t die of a broken heart, it only wears you down—just another rainy day.” – Grey Daze

I like to write literature that reads like pulp fiction.

If anyone views himself as being totally perfect in the actual sense of the word, he is undoubtedly imperfect in God’s eyes. For the thought alone is one of presumption, impurity and imperfection. One may...

Que difícil era saber lo que era real y lo que no

It’s weird when you wake of from a bad dream and everything is still bad.

There was a bright flash of brilliant white light, like the midday summer sun reflecting off of a freshly cleaned mirror.And then it was gone.

Quick! What aisle are the douches in? I’ve got three bitches at the beach cottage and they all stick to high heaven.”…”You do carry Massengill, don’t you? That’s the best brand, according to my research.””Ah…”...

I wonder if every girl yearns for her father’s love,almost like waiting to catch the moon hiding in the trees—beautiful, yet so eternally elusive.-MUKTA

Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived.