“In my head, owning a bookstore meant I could hide in the back reading all day, while other bookworms came and went… — Kristi Hayes Books Copy Share Image
“Uncertain of what he wanted, I turned to meet his eyes. Pupils dilating. Breathing hitched. He looked rough. Intense. Wild. But then… — Kristi Hayes Fiction writing Copy Share Image
“And that one guy, Martin that everyone liked, well he had a gash above his right eye and bruising near his jawline… — Kristi Hayes Children-of-alcoholics Copy Share Image
