I decided to make a last minute pitstop before we headed onto vacation. There was an awards show and somebody told me I should really, “So this happened…”
Author: Shiloh Walker
I'm a mom. I'm a wife. I used to be a nurse. I read. And I write.
The Unwanted
But it was the only thing in the world that had felt right in a very long time. Opening for him, she shuddered as his tongue traced “The Unwanted”
The Unwanted
He wasn’t looking at her, though. He was still studying the file in front of him, his gaze rapt and intent, as though it held “The Unwanted”
The Unwanted
The flight from DFW to Richmond was uneventful enough after Destin had convinced the yuppie sitting next to her that he wasn’t really interested in “The Unwanted”
The Unwanted
He hadn’t looked at her much since they’d checked in for their flight. And he hadn’t said a word to her the past night after “The Unwanted”
Hitting the road…
We’re hitting the road. The blog’s not going dark, but I won’t be around to answer anything…I’ve got posts for The Unwanted preloaded. It’s due out in “Hitting the road…”