Phyllis Holt
Bio
A Self Published eBook Novelist - Blog & Reviews of Books, Films, Authors & Music since 2016. Writer, Humorist, Cheesecake lover, and cat enthusiast.
Stories (20/0)
Playing Games
Playing games was beneath Hugo Rangel. He lived by a code – that code included ethics, morals, taking responsibility, manning up! So when he watched Vinny Montague squirm whine and attempt to lay blame on a scrupulously honest woman and drag her into the mix and entwine her in his actions, he was livid.
By Phyllis Holt12 months ago in Criminal
Repudiate
It wouldn’t be enough to repudiate the rumours, Danielle thought. She’d have to expunge the idea from the get-go, otherwise it would follow her around forever, with someone questioning the validity of the statement. People seemed to always believe the worst and a hint of was as damaging as the reality. Unless you were a movie star, then there was pretty much no such thing as ‘bad publicity’.
By Phyllis Holt12 months ago in Criminal
Moonlight Escape
Charlie O’Connor was an amalgamation of her parents and she was okay with that. Tall and slender like her father with his vibrant red hair and green eyes along with her mother’s elegant style; she automatically drew attention wherever she went.
By Phyllis Holt12 months ago in Humans
Path Divided
The weather had been beautifully warm for several days, in fact unseasonably warm, which, while welcome, hinted at a long hot summer to come. After basking in undulating warmth, the kind that meant a sweater wasn’t required and a welcome reprieve after a long winter that hadn’t been harsh with minimal snow and even less rain, it was still a relief! And wouldn’t you know it, just when you were getting used to it, you woke up to misty skies and cool temperatures that had you reaching for the warmest sweater in your wardrobe!
By Phyllis Holt12 months ago in Criminal
Enterprising or Sour Grapes
McAllister woke in a sour mood. His day, his week, hell his whole month hadn’t gone well. It seemed today wasn't going to be any different. It was annoying and decidedly unsatisfying. He wasn’t used to things going wrong going badly or going awry. It was beyond frustrating.
By Phyllis Holtabout a year ago in Humans
Untimely Interval
Untimely Interval Mary was thirsty and leaning toward Beth asked if she wanted anything from the snack vendor. Beth smilingly said she could eat, popcorn would be great, and Mary hastened out to the common area. The line-ups were longer than expected and she popped her cell phone out of her pocket to peruse a couple of sites until her turn came.
By Phyllis Holtabout a year ago in Criminal
The Untold Story
The yearning and urge to write were eating at Sandy. More importantly, the desire to tell a story, true in nature, that revolved solely around her best friend Mae and her husband Tom begged to be written to set the record straight and right a wrong. She normally wrote fictional stories that carried the reader to far-reaching locations and inevitably included mystery, plots, romance, love, or even controversy. Her heart raced and her emotions pumped as each idea formed and words tumbled over one another as if vying for inclusion running through her like a fast-moving river.
By Phyllis Holtabout a year ago in Criminal
Sabotage
Sabotage Crime scene investigators had determined it wasn't an accident, but sabotage. Now the hunt was on for who why and when. Connie Winston was the lead detective on the case. A five-foot red-headed dynamo who wouldn’t stop until she got her man or woman.
By Phyllis Holtabout a year ago in Criminal
Parley
If Amy was going to parley this into a winning situation for everyone concerned, both the victims and the perp, she'd have to tread carefully. When they'd first arrived, he'd sounded somewhat sane, but as time wore on, he was losing ground until he'd begun ranting and raving while waving a revolver in circles over his head as he spoke. She desperately needed to get inside the grocery store to find out who was yanking his chain before the situation escalated any further. If she could talk to him she might be able to calm him down and de-escalate the situation before it became so inflamed there was no looking back.
By Phyllis Holtabout a year ago in Criminal
Campers Beware
Jemma Watts and Caroline McClean pulled into their campsite, overjoyed to have arrived. It was later than they'd expected so they hurriedly busied themselves setting up their tent and adding a tarp to cover the picnic table. As soon as they were finished, they lit a campfire to heat up some chilli and make coffee. A beautiful sunset glowed through the trees, an enchanting beginning to their long-awaited camping trip.
By Phyllis Holtabout a year ago in Wander
