john kenyon

You learned three things from your no account deadbeat of a father: --Always wash up…

 Seamus McCarty’s hands were made for work, rough-hewn tools that had never caressed a woman’s…

“Okay, so this is an interesting phenomenon, you pushing in my door and jabbing a…

You’d never write, “must be devastatingly handsome” in the job description, but Don found it…

When you think about “Things I’d rather be doing?,” generally it’s a more personal thought.…

Gwen fingered the tooth in her pocket as she dropped to her knees and wondered…

“So, Juanita, let’s go over this, OK?” Briggs was leaning back in the metal chair,…

Foley stomped across the apartment, slammed open the sliding glass door to the deck that…

The first time he called he asked whether the shoes were available in a wide…