Paris is always a good idea. . . . . . The approach of the next room became a foreboding. . . In a world hidden from humans. . . . Emma stared at the flat silver pronged object. . . .Well, he was dead to me anyway. . . . . .It is late Saturday night and I am perched. . . . . . Her matron of honor worked the. . . . Do you understand my orders??!! . . . .The girl exited the taxi a half block from. . . . . It took some doing, but we did it. . . . .The moment I turned off the ignition. . . . ....

These opening sentences begin a few of the stories within; stories of intrigue, fascination, and suspense.It was just an old cloak—the kind you see people wearing in those movies. You know, the kind of cloak people wore to escape from Paris and the guillotine during the French revolution…Steven Tyler was wailing about love in an elevator as John eased the blue Civic off the interstate, down the exit and into the Burger King parking lot…My new husban...

It was a dream job – until I got hit in the head with a pickle. . . My dress-up shoes are pinching my toes. . . Mississippi Mamaw muscadine jelly biscuits for breakfast, and the fried bologna on the white wonder for lunch. . . Life can be this frightening sometimes. . . "Where are we?" she asks with anxious uncertainty. . . The queen called. . . Sir John FitzAlan drew a slow breath against the pain in his half-healed side. . . Mandy crunches on thinly packed snow with her powder blue hikin...