One of the things Parker Livingstone loves about his apartment at 822 Fifth Avenue is that it reminds him of the vanished mother who left it to him. The old building seems almost immune to the passage of time: its foyer, its furnishings, its etiquett...
For Charlotte, there was no thrill like riding her Harley. From its starting roar to its smooth satisfying growl, the machine between her legs thrummed with barely restrained vitality. Speed, freedom, adventure —nothing compared. Nothing, that ...