Author: Karen Grose

Canvas Rebel – Learning the Craft

Writing is a long, winding journey–exciting, obsessive, and bumpy. Thanks to Canvas Rebel Magazine for the interview this week about ‘learning the craft.’ It is now live and a pleasure to share. Read the interview here.

Flat Out Lies Released!

Flat Out Lies is out today, everywhere books are sold. The front door is open to the Stiles’ family shenanigans! Paperback arriving soon in

“Flat Out Lies” on the Dru Ann Love List

Always exciting to see the Dru Ann Love list of hot, new thriller and mystery releases. It’s a dream come true to see Flat Out Lies there, among so many other fabulous writers and books. Heartfelt thanks to Dru Ann for your support.

A Promise Kept

It’s a dream come true to be on Dru Ann Love’s blog to celebrate Judy Penz Sheluk’s Larceny and Last Chances anthology. My short story, A Promise Kept, is included. Happy to introduce the characters, Jane and Ruby Footsteps pad along the hallway and into my bedroom. I try not to laugh, knowing what’s coming […]

180 Seconds

In the stillness of the bathroom, my pulse pounds in my ears.I hold my breath to focus yetmy hands are sweaty,making it hard to take care of business. Afterward, I double check the lock on the door.Soft snores float along the hallway frombedrooms on the other side.Sweet dreams for my family, blissfully unaware,the next 180 […]

Kingsley Publishers

Kingsley Publishers is excited to welcome renowned Mystery & Thriller author 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲 to their roster. Stay tuned for more details on her upcoming titles, exclusively from Kingsley Publishers!

Shades of Gray

The moonlight casts the basement in an eerie glow. Back to the wall, I squat on the cement. The floorboards creak above, slow footsteps. A toilet flushes. I unbutton my jacket, flip my hair over my shoulders. Nothing to do but wait, wait, wait.  Silence will come—it always does. I know these moments before a job well done. B & E, robbing the corner store, stealing cars in the rich side of town.  Check, check, check.  The clock strikes […]

Her Name is Grace

She sits on top of a mountain, crossesher legs andbounces a free foot in the air, fields are barren in the valleybelow, skin cracked and brokenpot-bellied kids wail, a ferociousnessnot even a mother can stem. She blows hot air to the heavens,tossing the cloudsdrags painted fingernails across thescorched earth, gauging it like acheckerboard. Fat drops […]

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