Vashti glanced around the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport. Although she’d never returned to Catalina Cove, she’d flown into this airport many times to attend a hotel conference or convention, or just to get away. Even though Catalina Cove…Read more

Teen & YA

Here was a contract. An honest-to-God, written-in-­legalese, sign-on-the-dotted-line contract.  “Seriously?”  Lillian waved away the question. “Let’s not get bogged down in the details.”  “Of course not,” I said, thumbing through the nine-page appendix. “Why would I go to the trouble…Read more