Sins & Suicide – Chapter Four
Gabby had heard hitting water from a high speed made the normally flexible liquid feel like cement. She was relatively certain falling a mere fifteen feet wouldn’t allow her to gain that sort of velocity, but there was a good Read more…
Sins & Suicide – Chapter Three
Gabby wished Hamilton were with her. Not only because his smooth voice made her all squishy inside, but because he’d know how much weight aluminum beams on the top of a screened-in pool could handle. The one thing with which Read more…
Sins & Suicide – Chapter Two
Gabby wanted to implode into a single atom. Above her, through the semi-transparent dust cover stapled to the wooden box spring, she could hear kissing, breathing, and saliva being shared in ways she didn’t want to think about. It was Read more…
Sins & Suicide – Chapter One
Naked pictures. That’s why Gabby was hiding under Logan’s bed. They were also why she couldn’t leave. The pictures weren’t of Gabby. Lord knew she would never let that happen. She relished her modesty. Besides, if someone had taken nude Read more…
The proof of the series
Got my proof copy of Gods & Martyrs today, putting to bed, at least for now, the Gabby Wells Thriller series.
Writing Evil
I was writing a chapter in the fourth Gabby Wells novel, Gods & Martyrs, and, when I was done, was so disturbed by what I had written, I pushed the keyboard away in disgust. Creating characters is a tricky thing. Read more…
Lost & Found – Chapter Five
Maggot stood in the doorway, his masked form looming over a paralyzed Gabby. Her mind involuntarily flashed between present and past, between shadow and fire. She wanted to scream. Wanted to run. Her fear enveloped her, and she could do Read more…
Lost & Found – Chapter Four
Across the street, glass scattered into the sky, flashing hints of the muted sun as the shards spun, while a group of masked teenagers hopped through the broken living room. A team of five, carrying a number of large electronics, Read more…
Lost & Found – Chapter Three
Gabby hated her bike. It was old, small, and embarrassing, and she despised riding it in public. The bent and rusted handlebars sprouted pink tassels plucked down to nubs. The loose chain rattled and fell off at the most inopportune Read more…
Lost & Found – Chapter Two
Gabby and Emma clung to the brick wall, digging their fingernails into the mortar. Fragments of windswept damage rushed through the bathroom door. The ground started to quake, and they struggled to keep their feet from slipping off the toilets. Read more…
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