Jonah’s cuff bit into a fresh bruise on his arm, but he was reluctant to push the sleeve back. His hoodie’s funk was already hitting his...

The last time he’d left Pretty’s front door he’d taken every back road he could find, hoping he might get lost. Postponing the inevitable...

This scene is one of the first I wrote for this novel, a bitchy catfight which, originally in a different setting, was an exchange I...

Fifteen Pretty Candace Seever, died in her sleep. Greg Isley, accidental gunshot wound (had been drinking, thought gun was...