June 20, 2026
A Dark and Secret Magic mixes cozy romance with small-town fantasy. This whimsical novel keeps you hooked with forbidden magic and a high-risk, slow-burn romance coming out of the woods.
April 7, 2026
The tissue-paper wrapped clutch bag had been nestled at the back of Clara’s wardrobe ever since she had moved in. She was a frail little lady who fell easily if she didn’t have a sturdy support, and she could be forgetful at times. Everyone was surprised that she’d never had an official diagnosis of dementia, although if she had, there’d be nothing anyone could do to cure it.
April 4, 2026
Joshua turned off the car radio and leaned back in his seat. His senses were alert, tuned to the daily news about the plight of migrants at the United States–Mexico border. A male voice reported the latest separations of families caught in the crackdown.
March 22, 2026
I was late to the party, and by the time I got there, everyone was in various stages of intoxication. I saw that there were some fathers of some of the younger kids there, too. Many of the kids who helped on the show were even younger than the cast, and had to have their parents take them to and from the theatre.
March 21, 2026
I had only been in one show out there before, and that had been in the winter. I wasn’t prepared for the heat, the air, and the humidity that summer and what that experience would bring.
March 19, 2026
Alim held out his hand and took the shemai. He tried not to eat it quickly. He tried to savor it and make it last, but it disappeared from the paper almost before he had felt its weight in his hands.
March 4, 2026
Her garden is the second most special thing to her. The most special is Charlie. If she joins her garden, Charlie can continue to work with all their seeds and their rich soil and the silly little jokes no one else but they cared to hear. They could still work together.
February 3, 2026
So singular was their purpose — I wanted my friends to feel the weight of their
craving, but they were not present. They were hidden somewhere, pressed against a dark obsession with their position, they battled their worries from day to day.
February 1, 2026
Julia was only half listening. She was concentrating on her dad. Looking at the redness in his wrinkled cheeks, at his thin lips bent into a faint smile and at the sparkle in his small, sunken eyes as he continued to stare through the glass.
January 31, 2026
She had warm, round eyes and an oddly familiar smile, with the left side of her mouth going higher than the right. She reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t remember who. It would come to him, perhaps.
January 19, 2026
Emma has to wash off all that dirt in the shower. Standing under the scalding jets of water, the girl scrolls through memories. She’s tired of trying to get on TV, let alone singing in the small basement club.
December 31, 2025
The fax machine sprang alive. She waited for it to finish and read the paper. “Good Evening, Ms. Li-Tybalt. My name is Victor Rolfe. I operate a business known as the ‘Order of the Dragon Theatre Troupe.’ You have been selected to participate in one of our most exciting games to be held tonight.”...She crumpled the paper and tossed it towards the shredder. The fax rang again. She just caught the words on the paper. “Ms. Tybalt, I have your son.”