“Laughter greeted Clint’s ears at the open doorway—rich, soft laughter, like the creamy center of a melted caramel. The kind of laughter that made… — Suzanne Ferrell Copy Share Image
“The men rode into Beaver Run like two horsemen of the apocalypse, justice on a white horse and war on a red. The few… — Suzanne Ferrell Copy Share Image
“Something was in her mouth. Sami's tongue slid along the edges of something plastic. Flat, low ridges, holes-an adjustable strap. A baseball cap? Another… — Suzanne Ferrell Copy Share Image
