The private viewing room at Christie’s in Rockefeller Center smelled overwhelmingly of two things: ancient oil paint and exorbitant wealth….
I cannot pretend anymore. My apartment was on the fourth floor of a vintage building in the West Village, a…
The moment Matteo Duca’s eyes locked onto the faint purplish bruise on his assistant’s neck, the atmosphere in the spacious…
The saltcrusted lens cap slipped from my fingers for the third time that evening, clattering against the polished marble tiles…
Cold steel pressed against her spine as two men in tailored suits blocked the diner’s exit. Harper froze, the dirty…
Blood stained the snow-covered cobblestones of Winterborn Castle. But the guilt belonged to someone else. Gabrielle stood in heavy iron…
The February wind was blowing dust over the cobblestone streets of Puebla when Catalina Torres felt the first contractions. It…
The sun came up over Red Fork Valley the way it always did in late August, mean and in no…
Moonlight doesn’t forgive those who lie in its grace. In 1412, a single drop of crushed moonflower oil shattered a…
The Sonoran sun beat down like molten lead on the adobe roofs of San Miguel del Desierto, a town that…