Rachel woke to Viktor’s face inches from her own. “Wake up!” he snapped, and her cheek stung. “Did you just slap me?” “Rachel!” The relief in his voice sounded odd, out of character. Then she blinked. “What are you doing … Continue reading →
The Night Is A Harsh Mistress, Chapter 9by A. Catherine Noon Steve stood in the small waiting area to the left of the hostess station, wearing a dark green shirt that highlighted the peridot of his eyes. His black pants … Continue reading →
Four Simple Tools Anyone Can Use Those of you who have read my blog recently, know that I was stranded in Minnesota a few weeks ago. I want to share some of the tools that kept me calm and able … Continue reading →
The Night Is A Harsh Mistressby A. Catherine Noon Chapter 8Rachel sighed. She’d taken a break at a Borders just around the corner from the 7-Eleven. It had been fun to zone out and people-watch for a while, but eventually … Continue reading →
The Night Is A Harsh MistressChapter 7by A. Catherine Noon The Valet Captain shooed her away from the main valet line and had her pull up around the block at a discreet waiting lot, in sight of the front door … Continue reading →
Rachel hung up the phone with the client she’d successfully served. The man sounded angry but vindicated. He agreed to her final payment with no argument and said he’d mail it right away. She glanced at the Greene file yet … Continue reading →
By Hand vs. The Keyboardby A. Catherine Noon There’s an old debate in writers’ circles between those who compose with a keyboard and those who compose with a pen. I suppose in today’s internet era it might seem like a … Continue reading →
The Night Is A Harsh MistressChapter 5 Rachel gaped at Viktor, until her legs cramped against the edge of the couch. She sat back, feeling pole axed. “What are you saying?” Viktor tossed the papers back on the desk. One … Continue reading →
The Night Is A Harsh MistressChapter 4 Rachel froze. Viktor Khrushchev sat at her desk, a cigarette in his hand and a smirk on his long-nosed face. His clear blue eyes laughed at her even though he made no sound. … Continue reading →
The Night Is A Harsh Mistress Chapter 3 Of course, you know what they say about good intentions. The alarm went off precisely at eleven and she nearly knocked it on the floor trying to get to the snooze bar. … Continue reading →