the Gingerbread Lodge

the Gingerbread Lodge

“Gigi? You okay?” He sat down next to her. She grinned and tilted her head to look at him. “Yeah. Just…remembering.” She shifted to get her backpack and pulled out the cookies—a mix of gingersnaps and lemon crisps. “Remember when we last had cookies up...

Nowhere to Run

Nowhere to Run

Roy Unger is greenhorn running from his past. He’s gotten a ranch job and works hard to prove himself every day. Since leaving home in a hurry, he’s come to realize that this job is the only thing standing between him and starvation. He isn’t going to mess it up, no matter how much Brad might drive him to distraction.

Balancing Act

“Are you Collin?” he asked, and smiled at the nod. “I’m Trent. I got a table right over here.” He seemed a little like a nervous bunny as he scampered to the table and sat down, a half-empty glass of soda in front of him.  Collin carefully slid into the...

Private Property by Skye Warren

Private Property by Skye Warren

When I signed up for the nanny agency, I didn’t expect a remote mansion on a windswept isle. Or a brooding billionaire who resents his new role. His brother’s death means he’s now in charge of a moody seven year old girl. She’s lashing out at the world, but I can handle her. I have to. I need the money to finish my college degree. As long as I can avoid the boss who alternately mocks me and coaxes me to reveal my darkest secrets.

Home and Family

Home and Family

“Hi,” a boy of about seven said from behind him, startling Isaac out of his thoughts. He carried a small shovel. “Poppy said I should help with the poop.” He scrunched his face and began shoveling the runway behind the goats to clean away their mess....

Stroke of Midnight

Stroke of Midnight

I stare at the two thousand dollars we agreed upon. It doesn’t feel real. Since meeting Winston, I’ve made over four thousand dollars, kicking me up to eleven grand in my college fund. It’s annoying the relief I feel. It would have taken me months to make...

Our Friendship Matters

Our Friendship Matters

As we pulled out of the driveway, Dad waved goodbye. I could picture the smile on his face once he walked into the house and noticed Mom was cooking lasagna. “So, how is the public-school life at Eastview High?” I asked Ricardo. “Other than Chester beating...