My new collection of short stories, WOMEN ON THE EDGE, available in all ebook formats
WOMEN ON THE EDGE is a collection of seven short stories about women who are all on the edge of something--love, revenge, transition, life, rekindled romance and more. Short stories are great downloads when you are waiting for food in a restaurant, the doctor who was supposed to see you an hour before, waiting at the car wash--you get the picture. Only 99 cents until April. Then it goes back up to $2.99.
My short stories appear in many multi-author anthologies and I also co-author the award-winning Silver Sisters Mysteries. Check out this book before the price goes up. It is currenty on Smashwords in many ebook formats. Use the code TT87P to buy it for 99 cents instead of $2.99 until April.
MORGAN ST. JAMES
www.morganstjames-author.com
SAMPLE EXCERPT:
RIPOFF
The first time Stephen met Annie Forrester, a wealthy old woman who lived in his building, his life was at low ebb. From that day forward everything changed. Then he got greedy!
Sometimes Stephen’s ambition got out of hand, and the end result was never quite the way he envisioned it. This was one of those times.
At first, the idea was only an annoyance. Something that nagged at him while he tried to drift off to sleep at night. Then it began to invade his dreams, and finally it beckoned to him in waking hours while he tried to work. The thing was, it seemed so easy. He strained to remember the first time a little flash of what he now called “The Plan” popped into his mind. Stephen closed his eyes, pulled the lever on his tattered Lazy Boy recliner and let his mind drift.
He had just pulled a handful of bills and dun notices from the mailbox in the lobby of his apartment complex when Annie Forrester rolled up in her wheelchair. The old crone said in a cracking voice, “Hey, sonny, do a good deed and help me get my mail. It’s in that box all the way at the top.” She made one of those old lady noises in her throat and said, “You’d think after all my complaints, they’d give me a box on the lowest tier. But, no, that young whippersnapper in the management office doesn’t pay one bit of attention to me. I’d like to see her in a wheelchair. What would she do then?”
Without a word, he’d taken the key she offered, opened her box and gathered what appeared to be envelopes with checks from various banks and stock brokerage funds. He had a fleeting thought that either the old dame was loaded, or all of the checks were small, but that thought slipped away as soon as he handed her back the envelopes and the key.