Her heartbeats were in near overdrive, and Chieze could barely hold still by the time the plane touched down. It was a good thing they didn’t have to wait in line…
She’d written a letter to Father Christmas, put it in an envelope, addressed it, and stuck it at the bottom of her Christmas tree. Miles up in the sky, and thirty…
The book cover was ready at last. All three samples of it. The package my client, a bestselling self-published author, paid for covered two design samples, but my persistent indecision over…
When I abandoned my lone debate over serif or sans serif font for the book cover I was crafting to answer my front door, the last person I expected to encounter…
