Check out more parts of this story on my author’s page. Clementine would like to say she was lying next to this man she hardly knew as part of some grand seduction plan. But she couldn’t. As it turned out, she liked him.  She rolled over to face him and brushed a few strands of ...

Check out other parts of this story on my author’s page. Max stretched his arms overhead and leaned back in the rocking chair. His feet, still in borrowed shoes, were up on the porch railing, slowly rocking the chair back and forth. Clem sat next to him, stitching a small piece of fabric he couldn’t ...

Check out other parts of this story on my author’s page. Clem stared at the ceiling of her room, her mind refusing to rest. How had she let things get so out of control? Her father had disowned her, she was responsible for Mae’s care, her vile aunt was somehow still alive, and she had ...

Check out other parts of this story on my author’s page. “Oh, I wish you’d stay with me.” Mae clutched feebly at her hands. “You’ll be fine! Tomorrow I will stay and drink all the spring water I can stomach, but today I have an urgent errand to run.” Clem pried her fingers free and ...

Check out other parts of this story on my author’s page.   The last shards of porcelain from the shattered breakfast dishes were picked up, and everyone had gathered in the parlor. Clementine took a breath before she explained. She had always been a risk-taker, much to her parents’ horror, but this was a step ...

Check out other parts of this story on my author’s page!   The stranger in her bedroom, Max, held his hands face up as though to show her he wasn’t a threat, as though the hands themselves couldn’t harm her. He smiled at her, and she knew his words would be lies before they even ...