Spotting and stopping them? After having been kidnapped, tortured and left for dead when she was just a teenager—by her high school boyfriend—she’s determined to understand how someone she trusted
Mind. Why do psychopaths act as they do? How do they come to be? Why don’t they feel any remorse for the suffering they cause? And are there better ways of spotting and stopping them? After having bee...
It’s my baby, too, isn’t it? Are you double-checking? Just confirming. Yes. It’s your baby. It can’t be anyone else’s. Sorry that I haven’t been more promiscuous, she said sarcastically.
If one couldn’t be loved, one could at least be warm, comfortable and full, always.
You’re like…you’re like Abraham Lincoln. Didn’t he walk some ungodly distance to return a penny? The store clerk probably thought he was an idiot.
She thought of Jonah and regretted that she hadn’t really forgiven him as she’d promised. Holding a grudge suddenly seemed so contrary to her own happiness, so pointless. What good was it? No good, be...
She didn’t protect her own computers with a password, even the one she worked on here at the B and B. But there was hardly any crime in Whiskey Creek, and she had nothing to hide.
Reenie. It’s not easy approaching the woman my husband loved more than me. I’m sorry for what Keith did, Liz. To both of us.
She’d decided she’d try to stick it out until halftime when she saw a face that made her scream and jump off the sofa.
Information, listening to every word with rapt attention. Now that she had established herself in the duke’s household, the last thing