“I’m going back to New Orleans,” she interrupted, her words clipped. “No, you’re not,” Peter vowed. “I’m not going to let your greed—” Vi shook
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“I’m going back to New Orleans,” she interrupted, her words clipped. “No, you’re not,” Peter vowed. “I’m not going to let your greed—” Vi shook
George arrived and beamed up at her. “Got a job for me, Miss Viola?” She delivered a few quiet instructions into his ear, then the
I announced a few weeks ago that I decided to cancel the self-publishing release of my gaslight fantasy story, No Rest for the Wicked. Editors
George tumbled into the room, his head swinging wildly from side to side. When Vi flagged him, he mouthed the words “They’re coming.” The grifter
The spirit of her former partner nodded at Vi from over Bonnie’s shoulder. Oblivious to the weight of the name, her friend tried to follow
Read from the beginning or check out the previous teaser “Where were you when all that fighting was going on, I wonder.” Vi made a