I am so proud to be a part of A.L. Mabry’s blog tour. I am honored to call her my best friend, something that would
If I could black out this space, I would do so. My household is reeling from the passing of three family members, all of which
He wore a faded brown fedora. The dust kicked up around his faded brown cowboy boots, dusting the silver spurs that hovered over each heel.
It was his first kill. It had looked him square in the eye as the bullet penetrated its heart. Sometimes when the moon was full
He watched through the clear glass window of his private room in the center tower. It was the only room in his castle– a large,