For weeks after the day Riley Fraser disappeared – a cold Saturday in March that seemed ordinary in every other way – people thought he would come back.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ As Far As You’ll Take Me by Phil Stamper
There were literally three separate couples sitting around the fire making out, like some sort of organised kissing orgy, and half of me was like, ew, and the other half was like, Wow, I sure do wish that was me.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ The Care and Feeding of Waspish Widows by Olivia Waite
The Boston Convention Center has good security, but it doesn’t have missile launchers, which means it would have a pretty tough time defending itself against Evie Odom.
Twenty minutes northwest of Augusta, Georgia, in a suburb where you’re more likely to see someone praying in public than using their magic, Liv Honeycutt was trying to sell her diamond cross necklace at the King of Pawns pawnshop on Highway 104.