The Snow Devil
The bus dropped me at the top of the cliff road at ten in the morning, and I have to tell you, my first thought was that Bette's…
Longtime reader from Texas, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is literate with dry humor. Expect Romance with grown-up characters (40s), specific places, and reunion. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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The bus dropped me at the top of the cliff road at ten in the morning, and I have to tell you, my first thought was that Bette's…
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