“I thought you were a pretty silver dog,” she said. “Is there another dog here?”

Apparently, a paranormal romance and thriller writer. I'm working on it…
“I thought you were a pretty silver dog,” she said. “Is there another dog here?”
Abernathy Primrose stood at the large marble sink scrubbing strawberry jelly off an antique vase. This wasn’t the natural home for preserves, he noted, but after the row that caused the sweet concoction to be hurled across a kitchen, he was pleased that the majority of it hit a smooth surface.
Richard was experiencing déjà vu. He wiped the sweat off his temple with the back of his hand and opened the gate. An old man
His cousin Angela said catching fireflies was stupid and cruel and no one would want to live in a jar anyway. Taylor decided it was
For the last three days Jimmy’s stupid F-150 refused to start. He’d bought it off an old man down the road last spring and after