Williams: 7228 books

Welcome to the Café des Artistes. Your host, the owner, bartender, master of ceremonies and only other guest: John Hartley Williams. Here you will be entertained and diverted - by bizarre stories of mapless roads and unreal cities, the Ostrich Palisades and the erotic stones of Bonehenge; by a spooked...

The long poem at the centre of John Hartley Williams' new collection is a dramatic monologue narrated by a laconic, possibly lamed, forest dweller, a lowly crewmember on a barge travelling an unnamed waterway. Some of his remarks are addressed to his talisman, the shrunken head of an African tribesman....

Contemporary Version "You will kill me, Mason Thornhill," she whispered. "I don't want you dead," he replied. "I want you alive and free. I want you mine." ----- Casey Hearn was told to kill Mason Thornhill, and that would be simple enough...

She pulled her head back, and the expression she gave him spiraled down into his shoes. He'd blown it … He'd assumed once he held her close, she'd give in to the attraction growing between them. Yet there it was on her face. She wasn't after his money or his status. It'd take way more than...

Nothing softened a man better than the touch of a woman. He knew this first hand and had sought the last five years to forget it. There it was again, though. The warmth, the joy her laughter gave. The sparkle that kissed a man's mind when he knew she'd been around. And an ache in his heart...

Here were Virgil’s vows. Here, where she could see them. With every stitch, every seam, he’d poured out his pledge, and no, she didn’t deserve it. But this wasn’t solely about her. He deserved to see his wishes fulfilled. He wanted this marriage. He wanted her, and she could give him that. ----- Caught...

He never expected to find love in the wilds of Alaska, miles from anywhere.   The death of Clementine Button's husband left her to fend for herself in the wilds of Alaska, and she was doing pretty well until one cold day after the first snowfall when she shot a moose. And a man....

Her pulse took up an uneven pitter-patter, knocking almost reckless at the steadiness of his gaze. She dug her nails into the crinkled paper beneath her bottom, and her voice emerged a whisper. “Why couldn’t he have been you?” Dr. Bottari’s forehead wrinkled, then smoothed. He tilted...

She was happiness. And cleansing. And this was love. The kind that made his chest ache, his heart pound. A craving never quite satisfied until he'd tasted it again. Wrong or right, how they'd found one another, Aletta was the best part of breathing. ----- Tyson Pyke emerged from...

More than anything else, she wanted romance. That thing that made a man do extraordinary things for a woman just because he loved her. She wanted, for one moment, to live the life of novels and fairytales. Wealthy businessman, Ludwig Fabrinni, has a closet full of expensive suits, not...

Leonard. His name repeated in her head. She needed a cowboy to top things off. One who painted himself hard on the outside but was actually soft and warm and kind … everything a woman could want to hang onto. If she’d make up her mind and do it. ----- Leonard Swan grew up as the...

He didn’t kiss her, and she didn’t force him to, but the desire was there for both of them. It had nothing to do with Walton, her failed wedding, or even being cooped up together in the hotel room. It was watching him sail and admiring him as a man. It was crying on his shoulder because she felt...

The silence of his exit soured the food. Brenna lay down and stared toward the ceiling, yet past it toward the moment Kees had fired his rifle and shot the grizzly. He didn't see what she did – skill and knowledge earned through hard work, and some God-given sense no one else seemed to have. He...

In association with The Edge Books. www.TheEdge-Books.com He's not that man. He's not him. She told herself over and over. She would convince herself of it. What she had with Gerritt was greater than that; it was dynamic, driving, and compelling. She couldn't stop the words from leaving her...