Winston Graham Novels Novels & Stories

She smiled at both books, thanked me and paid for both of them. It was almost closing time at the bookstore, but so far, I was in such a great mood. I loved it whenever I was able to convince Miss Winston’s customers to buy books. The woman had actually come in for a cookbook, yet somehow I had managed to convince her to take two paranormal romance novels and one normal erotica. Today had been a busy day. I was quite thankful for that, because it kept me from thinking about Lucia and Daniel. “Congrats on your sale,” Miss Winston said, appearing in front of me. “Keep up the good work and I’ll give you a promotion.”

Selby finished adding several Sue Grafton novels someone traded in the previous week to the mystery section when he heard the cowbell over his front door jingle. "Lunch time," he heard the soprano voice call out. He glanced at his watch, surprised it was already a quarter past noon. This Monday flew by.

I wondered to Youno when he approached me. "Do I look stupid as you?" he asked me a serious question. I shifted my gaze to the envelope he was holding. He placed the envelope on President Snipe's table without taking his eyes off me. "I'm done reviewing those papers, Papa," Youno said seriously while looking at me. "Winchester company is surrounded by traitors, full of corruption, and stupid management," Youno explained without emotion. "What do you mean?" I asked Youno. He threw me the book he was holding.

I opened the door, locking eyes with her, and she pushed her way through before having the opportunity to say a word. **************************************************************************************************************** Stay tuned for part two of this four-part perspective novel series; The Weight of Graham's: From Mama's Eyes. Go back and take a deeper dive to discover what happened with Mama, Edily's biological father, and how she and Smitty came to be.

I’m such a fool. I was so confused. I thought that I could have a future with Gavin. An easy and safe future, away from the guns and the violence, but it was wishful thinking. Maybe it’s my destiny to remain in the midst of blood and glory after all for both roads lead to the same end.