D. A. Ratliff
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A Southerner with saltwater in her veins, Deborah lives in the Florida sun and writes murder mysteries. She is published in several anthologies and her first novel, Crescent City Lies, is scheduled for release in the winter of 2025.
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The Heist of His Century
The Heist of His Century D. A. Ratliff It proved all too easy. Not that the planning was easy. Oh no, that took months of meticulous preparation to reach this moment. Granted, it took longer than it should have, but recovering from being beaten by a drug-crazed lunatic husband cost me some time.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
Old Bill
Old Bill D. A. Ratliff Johnny Tiger slowly paddled his canoe through the thick cypress trees, relishing the solitude. Solitude if he didn’t count the chatter of egrets and herons disturbed by his presence. He didn’t want to do what he agreed to do, but Miami-Dade Animal Control wanted Old Bill found, and they paid well for his services.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
Fields of Gold
Fields of Gold D. A. Ratliff Spoleto was over. Seventeen days of the festival and months and months of planning prior to the event had taken their toll. My body ached as if it was a piston that, after pounding furiously for eons, had broken, leaving limbs unable to function. That’s exhaustion.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
109 Steps
109 Steps D. A. Ratliff Content warning: Suggestion of suicide I counted them. 109 steps. One step after another, the metallic clang of the expansion material resonated in the still morning air trapped within the lighthouse tower. I arrived before everyone else for a reason. They knew I was terrified of heights and would taunt me to climb the steps. I would beat them and climb at my pace when I chose without my ‘friends’ calling me a scaredy cat.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
Finally Home (Chapter Four)
Finally Home D. A. Ratliff Chapter Four Thick black clouds blew in off the ocean in the early afternoon, casting dim light through the tall windows in the front parlor. Lia sat on the settee gazing out the window toward the marsh with Rhett curled beside her.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
