Bøger af Elizabeth Bedlam

A young woman seeks an abortion but gets talked out of it by a crisis center posing as an abortion clinic, creating what could have been an avoidable mess.

Leann sells Volvos and recently had her Uncle Ron move in with her. She's having an affair with her boss, Ed, who claims to have an agoraphobic girlfriend, Kelly. Leann decides Ed is a loser and ends the affair. She feels bad about it and decides to tell Kelly everything. But when she gets to Ed's house she finds Kelly behind a barred window claiming she's being held against her will. Kelly ends up coming home with Leann, who doesn't know what to do with the stray girl. Everything Leann thought she knew about Ed, about Kelly, seems to be wrong. Kelly claims Ed is a sadistic murderer who kidnapped her years ago. Ed claims Kelly is a mentally ill nutcase and Leann would be insane for believing a word she said. All of this and a 55-gallon oil drum is pulled out of the swamp. The news reports that a girl encased in concrete has been found inside. Kelly claims it was one of Ed's victims, that she saw it happen. Leann doesn't know who to believe or what is going on with her life. She regrets she ever had an affair with Ed, sorry she ever let Uncle Ron talk her into bringing Kelly home. All the while Leann wonders who is Kelly? Who is the girl in the barrel? Could either be the missing Genie Fukuwaka, a girl taken six years ago and never found?

A psychology professor renovates his bathroom while guiding his wife through his new 6 step self-help program that came to him in a dream.

collection of photos detailing the cemeteries in and around the Melbourne area.

Female Necrophilia!A girl. Her neighbor. A skull named Frank. What could go wrong? How could something Mona love cause her so much mental anguish? It wasn't natural. That's what she read. But it felt natural to her. The open arms, the willingness to take her every time. Never any violence, or putting his needs before hers. He would never break her heart. He would never make her feel uncomfortable. He would never reject her as she grew older and faded. She would run just the tips of her fingers over fine cold bone wrapped in dry papery tissue. Inhaling sharply, a biting tang of chemical death. He wouldn't move, just let her touch him, smell him. There was nothing else like it. Death was its own beast. One foot in this world, and one foot beyond. Nothing got Mona off like straddling that thin black line....