Beth Johnson

“don’t do it because I need comfort. There is no comfort for this. I cry because it lets some of the tension out. It helps me let go of some of the sadness and sorrow. It reminds me I’m still human.”
― Lisa Regan, Her Deadly Touch

“The edge of the world crept into view, at least to the straining wide-open eyes, limned and outlined in gray on gray, infinitely dim, infinitely subtle, hardly there at all, part imagination, and part hope. Then pale gold fingers probed the gray, moving, ethereal, as if deciding. And then spreading, igniting some thin and distant layer one molecule at a time, one lumen, lighting it up slowly, turning it luminous and transparent, the glass of the bowl, not white and cold, but tinted warmer.”
― Lee Child, Make Me

“Blocks of row homes sported empty lots where random houses had been torn down, like missing teeth in a rotting smile.”
― Melinda Leigh, Midnight Obsession

“that made her heart do a triple-espresso flutter.”
― Melinda Leigh, Midnight Betrayal