Book Review: Sugar Run, by Mesha Maren

Guest review by: Becki Bayley The Rocklodge Motor Inn advertised air-conditioning but the nicotine-stained unit in Jodi’s room could muster only a slight lukewarm breeze. She propped open the windows, splashed cold water on her face, and added ice to her paper cup of bourbon....

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Book Review - For the Sake of the Game: Stories Inspired by the Sherlock Holmes Canon, by Laurie R. King

Guest review by: Becki Bayley Los Angeles was the sort of town that, if you aren’t watching television, you might not even know it was Christmas. What’s Christmas to a movie star who has a three-picture deal and graces every red carpet at the Kodak Theater? What’s Christmas...

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Quick Pick book review: Puddin', by Julie Murphy {companion novel to Dumplin'}

Opening lines: I'm a list maker. Write it down. (Using my gel pens and a predetermined color scheme, of course.) Make it happen. Scratch it off. There is no greater satisfaction than a notebook full of beautifully executed lists.  Reason I picked up the book: Dumplin' was...

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Book Review: Charlie Hernández & the League of Shadows, by Ryan Calejo

Guest review by: Becki Bayley In that split second, the spell broke: The dreamy daze instantly evaporated, and so did my crazy need to follow the lights. What the heck was that about? I thought, looking around wildly. But I had no more than asked myself that when the answer...

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Book Review and GIVEAWAY: Hunt Them Down, by Simon Gervais {ends 1/17}

Guest review by: Becki Bayley Hunt began his controlled descent down the stairs leading to the basement. He kept his back pressed against the wall and his gun in front of him but close to his body. When he reached the final step, a chill coursed through him. Leila. She...

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Quick Pick book review: Paper Ghosts, by Julia Heaberlin

Opening lines: When she was twelve, my sister fell into a grave.We were two children by ourselves in an empty cemetery, old stones jutting out of the ground in all directions. The grass was dead, the same straw color as my sister's hair. I remember the terrific flutter in...

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