A model-turned-maid is taken hostage by a "corpse" that comes to life while she is cleaning the funeral home--a man she calls Frankenstein
rooms were along the back hall to the left, the embalming room along the same hall to the right. A rear door affording easy access to the overflow parking lot bisected the long back wall. A single glance assured Summer that it was still ...
They ate at Sally's Diner, which was, from the looks of it, a chain restaurant such as a Frisch's or a Jerry's that had fallen on hard times and been purchased by a local entrepreneur. At any rate, except for a pizza carry-out it was ...
“Hey, you need a code to get in,” Clark said as he stopped the car and rolled down the window. “Anybody know the code?” “You better know the code,” Carmichael said to Steve. He lifted the gun and pointed it at Summer again.
Having left her drunken husband, wrecked her 1957 Chevy, and spent time in an alcoholic-rehab center, wise-cracking, world-weary Lottie Jay embarks on a shining new career as a country-and-western songwriter
And no one who reads this story can dismiss the authenticity and passion with which it is told.
Walking After Midnight
Walking after Midnight is a book where forgiveness emerges because of the beauty of the author's character, the devotion she provides her family, and her instinctual understanding that “an eye for an eye leaves everyone blind.
Walking After Midnight: Gay Men's Life Stories