Suzanne D Williams: 108 books

“And if I walk away?” she asked. “If going back to New York is what I choose?” Sadness washed in his eyes, and she wished she hadn’t put it there. “Will you ever forget Brutus Pope?” he asked. She shook her head. “Never.” ----- TV baking star, Padgett...

The energy coursing through them changed in form, as strong as it’d been, but different. It bound them together, driving him closer, until she could see the fine hairs dusting his chin. Dagger lowered his hands to his sides. “By the authority of the church and in accordance with the state,...

“Who are you?” she asked, hesitant. She would wake up any minute and find this night a dream. She hadn’t gotten stuck on the side of the road in the midst of a downpour. She hadn’t been attacked by an unknown assailant, and she wasn’t staring at a second man, thinking if he didn’t...

What exactly did I want from Roman? If he asked, what would I say? I swallowed hard. No point in thinking that because he hadn’t asked, wouldn’t ask, and months from now would be way more interested in Manuela than he was in me. That had to be my problem tonight. It was all slipping through...

~ She was the girl in the audience he often sang to, giving the words pseudo-purpose. Except he hadn't sang a thing tonight, yet they were wrapped up together. He couldn't say if they'd started something or not by being here. Maybe friendship, if that's what this was, or love, if that was what it...

Without another word, he vanished back into the rain, and she stood there, shaking violently, wondering if he felt the drops at all or was instead made from them. A vision formed of mist and soil and sky. ----- After long correspondence, Ona Privett accepts the marriage proposal of a...

Gio twisted his shoulders, jerking himself upright, and hooked a foot around the door frame. One last try. There had to be a way out. “Sergeant,” he shouted. “Stay strong. Don’t give up.” Don’t give up. God, help me. God. He would answer. Somewhere there was a purpose in this. But...

A lifetime. How had the boy who pulled pranks become a man who talked about lifetimes? ----- Sent south for the summer, eighteen-year-old Iris Willow expects the next three months to be the worst. After all, there can't be anything interesting about eight brothers raised on a small-town...

"Go ahead," I said calmly. "Yell at me. Once again, all I remember is Jordan. Oh, yeah, and I remembered where I kept the chocolate, too. Only now, I think I'll share it rather than eat it all myself or do you have a problem with that?" His reply came out a sort of hissing...

A steady crackling came to my ears. It was heavier than any animal or bird I knew of and rather uneven. Stomp. Scrape. Stomp. Scrape. I flicked my gaze over my shoulder. "Who's there?" I called, and I gripped my rifle. No one ever came here but me, but maybe something had happened with Paula...

*NOW WITH REFERENCES* If I take the wings of the morning*…even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. (Psalm 139:9-10)* She drew in a breath. "He's brought me here for Love. That is the highest calling He bestows. He is Light, but He is Love. It's His...

He smiled slightly. "I want all the strings. When you go home next week, I want to get in my car and drive all the way there just to see you. I want to ask permission for you to come for the weekend. Whatever it takes." I coughed. "Wh-why? I'm not rich or important or any of...

"You don't believe in love?" she asked. He swallowed hard. How exactly had he ended up here, in the pool with the neighbor girl, talking about love? And why when she looked at him like that did he feel … funny? "I … I do," he said. "I'm glad they worked it out …" Because...

But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth (Acts 1:8). She pressed against him then, her curves fitted to the planes of his chest, and...