Maddie returned that evening to the seaside suite. Wine glasses were chilled, rose petals scattered across the bedspread,…
Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made…
The summer sun was high over Timber Hollow, pouring golden light over dusty pickup trucks, porch swings, and…
With the sound of children’s laughter and the rhythmic thud of little feet bouncing around her, Lucy couldn’t…
The house was quiet. Too quiet. Maddie lay on her back in the center of her massive bed,…