Her hands cupped Marianne’s face. She couldn’t drag her gaze away from those strange, dark eyes.Her skin is really that smooth.Marianne fought for breath. The

Writing, Photography, and Life
Her hands cupped Marianne’s face. She couldn’t drag her gaze away from those strange, dark eyes.Her skin is really that smooth.Marianne fought for breath. The
Marianne is about to find out there’s more going on in her backwater town than she ever imaged. The world is a vampire…
I say writing. I mean editing and second-guessing. The baklava is all right, though. When you’re an adult you have to give yourself those little
I love rooting through second hand and vintage stores. Something about the orderly march of years being shaken and scattered onto the shelves. Things people
I went questing for nacho chips and salsa. Came up totally empty, and cravings denied are terrible things. Though the ice cream was okay, I