Just wanted to give everyone a quick update – my coauthor, Rachel Wilder, has agreed to help me finish The Night Is a Harsh Mistress! Stay tuned for my next post, which will have the next chapter.Happy writing!
Continue reading →Aleksandr Chernoff just smiled. “If you’ll come this way, Miss Carmichael? I’ve taken the liberty of having a light meal prepared. I understand you had to eat in a McDonalds.” He said the restaurant name with a faint sneer, as … Continue reading →
A man wearing a brown wool pea coat entered the McDonalds by the front door. Rachel felt his gaze rake her but when she looked up, he stared at something in his hands that looked like a collection of coins. … Continue reading →
Chapter 16: You Know That Saying, ‘Don’t Poke the Bear’? The chocolate cake tasted every bit as good as it looked. Rachel felt tempted to eat it all, even Viktor’s portion, but she still had some manners. She fished her … Continue reading →
By the time the sun slept, tucked in its bed, she had a neat schematic of all the pieces she could put together. There were holes, to be sure, but at least she had a start. First and foremost, in … Continue reading →
The Night Is A Harsh Mistressby A. Catherine NoonChapter 14 Fine. If Viktor Khrushchev wanted to pretend this was some kind of bad crime novel, then fine. She would show him that Rachel Carmichael was nobody’s fool. After all, it … Continue reading →
The Night Is A Harsh Mistressby A. Catherine NoonChapter 13 Viktor’s smirk widened. “I can find it because I know where to look.” He paused. “You’ve had no contact from the boy?” Rachel squinted in an effort to keep her … Continue reading →
Rachel got halfway through planning her day when it dawned on her that she had parked her car downtown for her date with Steve. “Great. Just great,” she muttered out loud. In the process of looking for the telephone, she … Continue reading →
Rachel woke, the dream fading too rapidly for her to capture it. She inhaled and caught a whiff of her own scent and her eyes popped open. She really needed a shower. The sight of her office chair moved all … Continue reading →
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 →