by Jo Ann Ross

I first met Harry in a bar where gangster wannabes hang out and throw around cash. Yeah, he bought me expensive clothes but only so he could show me off in public then rough me up when we got home. My new evening gown just barely covered the old bruises that night, but Harry wouldn’t stop. He shouldn’t have grabbed the pistol out of my hand and fired. Did you know that silk can stop bullets? Harry didn’t.


Jo Ann Ross is not the famous author, but she doesn't want to use a pen name!