The sun was up and blasting in their eyes by the time they got to the Hotel Richelieu. It was an old wood Queen Anne Victorian perched near the top of Bunker Hill on Grand. 786 more words
Three years and countless edits later I have finally published my debut crime novel ‘Wilderness’.
The thought of people actually reading the book is quite fear inducing but it’s out there now and there’s nothing I can do about it. 85 more words
Remind me never to swipe a car in France!
Elle avait un large chapeau de paille, avec des rubans roses qui palpitaient au vent, derrière elle. Ses bandeaux noirs, contournant la pointe de ses grands sourcils, descendaient très bas et semblaient presser amoureusement l’ovale de sa figure.
(L’éducation sentimentale, 1.I)