Tag: Vickie Lester is writing a new novel

February 11, 2016 /

Dive into a romantic Hollywood mystery for Valentine’s: “Did they know about The Buccaneers?” “It’s a sex club, Ms. Brown.” “You said it was an after-hours club.” “Good, you’re paying attention.” He made a pyramid of his hands, tapped his fingertips against his lips, thought for a moment, then pushed…

February 8, 2016 /

A little pedantic information, “disinterested” is not the word you sought. It is “uninterested.” The two words don’t have the same meaning; “uninterested means you have no interest in something or you have lost interest in it. “Disinterested,” on the other hand, means that you have no vested interest in…

February 4, 2016 /

Feel like dancing? James Johnson loved Manhattan. He loved Juilliard. Most of all he loved shedding all the tiresome, uncool parental pressure, but not his monthly allowance, which he supplemented with a hefty income dealing pot and coke to his like-minded artistic classmates. His best customers tended to be kids…

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January 5, 2016 /

I dream of toast. My favorite beverage is tea. The Mister gave me this photo in the beginning of our relationship, and I have loved him ever since. If you want the nitty-gritty details of my background click here: About Want to hear the glorious Pippa Rathborne read my novel…

November 13, 2015 /

I caught my first glimmer of love when I was three. It happened in October; brilliant azure skies punctuated by palm trees, bags filled with candy, pumpkins on doorsteps. I was barreling through the house, as fast as my short little legs would carry me, looking for something to eat,…