Beth Barcenas

“Charlie said your friend’s disappeared,” chirped Wendy.
“No, he hasn’t.” Adam denied it. “He’s in the house. Now, look, what’s all this you’ve been telling them?”
“Nothing, I haven’t told them anything.” Charlie looked drunk.
“He said you’ve turned your friend into a crayfish,” insisted Wendy.
“He’s always making little jokes like that, and you fell for it. How am I supposed to do that, for heaven’s sake?” Adam was angry.
“With your little book you found. What’s that under your arm?”
― Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

“The sky is full of messages of love sent to Her, feelings that transform into clouds of devotion over Seoul.”
― Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

“There’s lotsa bad apples out there. It ain’t you, it’s the bushel of fruit available for the pickin’ that’s the problem.”
― A.G. Russo, Bangtails, Grifters, and a Liar's Kiss

“Mae’s Diner mirrored Samantha’s memories precisely—a cheap haven of pink vinyl booths and black-and-white checkered floors, the mouthwatering aroma of fried chicken and apple pie permeating the air.”
― Stella Sinclaire, Fertile Ground for Murder