A low rumble shivered up through the floor before Craig registered the locks shifting: a quick throb under his heel, then metal rasping as something massive slid back into the…

Craig found a position that hurt less and decided, for the moment, not to improve it. He lay on his right side with one knee drawn forward, the charcoal robe…

At 07:18, Craig was still thirty feet from the north library and moving with the careful economy of a man who had discovered overnight that almost every part of walking…

Craig woke just before six. There was no clock in the room, but he knew the intervals by now: the first faint chime from the hallway, the answering call from…

At the first turn, Craig stopped trying to make himself comfortable. There wasn’t a comfortable position. He could move one knee or ease the pressure on his shoulder, but each…

The silence in the room settled thick and heavy, punctuated only by the steady, mechanical tick of the cuckoo clock on the wall. The carpet was plush beneath Craig’s knees,…

The air in Dr. Debra’s consultation room was thick with the scent of polished leather, jasmine, and the deeper trace of musk. Outside, rain washed over downtown, but inside, soundproofing…

Sitting down and taking an hour to answer all 50 questions about myself and my past experiences has really helped mould Debra into a clone of who I was, how…

The following interview was created while developing Debra, one of the central characters in my book. Debra exists in several overlapping forms: Dr. Debra, the professional psychologist; Female Led Relationship…