“Piper artfully weaves subplots into the novel and teases us with just enough detail of each character’s story so we are carried along for the ride.” bookscover2cover.com
Experience the spark of love as it is gently kindled and blossoms into flames of passion between Patricia and John. Step back into the Civil War in the South and live beside this memorable couple.
Into the Mind Out To Nature, explores poems that have to do with both nature, and perceptions of the mind. From a self reflection of the world as a whole to the deeper meaning of life, nothing is off limits.
Annie sat up, dazed, and looked around. All the men were gone. She sat and stared at the burning cross before her. The quiet of the night had returned. The only sound was that of the flames crackling. Ruby got up and walked to where Annie sat on the ground. They sat in the grass with their arms around each other, crying softly, staring into the lig
“Rich in wonders. Wry, scatty with a decisive byte” – SUNDAY TIMES
Sara did not need to speak a single word. The Spirit knew much with just a touch of her hand; things even she was not aware of about herself. It understood every moment of her past from an aspiration to be an attorney of law to her failure to become one.
In this unusual and heartbreaking love story to family, tragedy, and reconciliation, Joss Ryckman, a thirty something Brooklyn baker returns to her upstate roots along a river called Stony Kill. There, in her childhood tree house, launching paper airplanes out onto the frozen river below,Joss unravels old mysteries that will change her life.
Miles away a pickup stood on one of the few high spots in the flat desert. Standing on the tailboard, a tall lean figure peered through a pair of binoculars and watched the thin plume of smoke in the distance.
“That” he thought, “is a problem.”
There should not be anything burning in that part of the ranch. That much smoke meant a big fire. That
ROLLER COASTER RIDE FROM BEGINNING TO END – Arson eyewitness Lillian Dove is hunted and threatened to keep silent, but it is a ruthless arsonist from sixty years ago, following steps behind her who doesn’t want her silence– he wants her dead.
Water flows. Bubbles stream away. The sound of air and desperate splashes. The scent of damp night. And, at last, I see the inky sky once more. I don’t have enough energy for relief. Instead, I gasp and thrash. All I know is that I must move my arms and kick my legs. Keep moving forward. Stay alive.