| Author: | Kathy Stewart | ISBN: | 9781465739407 |
| Publisher: | Kathy Stewart | Publication: | January 23, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Kathy Stewart |
| ISBN: | 9781465739407 |
| Publisher: | Kathy Stewart |
| Publication: | January 23, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Star Turn and other stories is a collection of crime stories from the author of The Chameleon Factor, shortlisted for the UK's Crime Writers Association Debut Dagger Award in 2010.
Star Turn
'Kim had a high nasal twang that bordered on irritating, if it hadn’t come wrapped in such a delicious package: short blonde hair; cool green eyes; the too-wide, too-full mouth with the ever-ready smile. And those willowy curves. Sounds like a contradiction in terms, but that’s what they were. Like fine brush strokes on a canvas, depicting a vine curling sensuously around some poor damn sucker of a tree.'
Lake House
'Jon could still hear her screaming. He pulled out the whiskey bottle, poured a generous slug into a glass, then plinked ice into the amber liquid. The sound of cubes against crystal reminded him of her voice echoing off the hills around the lake, each clink like the clunk of the rocks against the hull, then the splashing and the shrieking. Would she never stop?'
Star Turn and other stories is a collection of crime stories from the author of The Chameleon Factor, shortlisted for the UK's Crime Writers Association Debut Dagger Award in 2010.
Star Turn
'Kim had a high nasal twang that bordered on irritating, if it hadn’t come wrapped in such a delicious package: short blonde hair; cool green eyes; the too-wide, too-full mouth with the ever-ready smile. And those willowy curves. Sounds like a contradiction in terms, but that’s what they were. Like fine brush strokes on a canvas, depicting a vine curling sensuously around some poor damn sucker of a tree.'
Lake House
'Jon could still hear her screaming. He pulled out the whiskey bottle, poured a generous slug into a glass, then plinked ice into the amber liquid. The sound of cubes against crystal reminded him of her voice echoing off the hills around the lake, each clink like the clunk of the rocks against the hull, then the splashing and the shrieking. Would she never stop?'
