I was standing over my father's grave at Sunnycrest Cemetery as the cleric spouted empty words and prayers, and as my mother wept crocodile tears into her lace hankie. "Be strong, Lucinda," said my Great Aunt Martha, patting my mother's shoulder. Aunt Martha was my father's mother's sister. My mother sobbed even more energetically into the damp embroidere...
Some people are really weird about handshakes. Like, obviously it isn't polite to be limp-wristed, but some people seem to think "firm handshake" means "I'm going to try to crush your hand." It's almost like a power move, a display of dominance. I don't see the point in it. Whenever I meet a new client, I shake their hands firmly, but not forcefully at all...
I greatly appreciate all the kind words and comments about my story. I am sorry that I haven't had the time to devote to it lately. Please accept that as an explanation not an excuse. LarryInSeattle pointed out that even fans of the story may well have lost track of the characters. I have no problem believing that -- I've lost track of the characters. I liv...
Thanks for the votes and comments on the story so far. 5 * * * * * * Rob When I first started to work undercover I loved it. I got to be a cop but play the bad boy and it appealed to the side of me that didn't like rules and regulation. Ever since I started training it was what I wanted, and little jobs soon turned into longer periods and harder work. T...
~And that, friends, is how to make a quick sausage and potato feast. Don't burn your fingers!~ I sighed and logged out of the blog. "Mew's Meows" was my pathetic attempt at opening up to people. My therapist had suggested it, telling me that the anonymity of the 'net might make me spill my guts since obviously his sessions weren't helping. I'd grudgingly ag...
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who sent me feedback and for all your support! Special thanks to my beautiful editor ThisKittyKat—she has been wonderful throughout this entire process and I couldn't have done it without her. If you haven't read the first chapter of this story, please take time to do so. The action picks up right where the last chapter lef...
(Although it features hardcore scenes, this novella is meant to be a plot-driven character study, exploring the dynamics in male intergenerational sex) CHAPTER 4 It was a cold Saturday morning in early January, as Rolf walked out of his home in Nacka on his way to the city centre. It had snowed heavily during the night, and at almost 9 AM, the sun had just...
########### ~Dark Dawn~ ########### I woke up with a headache. Daily. I didn't even have the energy to go running or surfing. Each morning it felt as if thick shards of glass were lodged in my skull. I was grateful, though. It was the perfect distraction from the heavy pain in my chest. How had everything fallen apart so fast? A few weeks ago I'd faced m...
Chapter 96: Way Back When The whole time Merrick is with Syrinx -- bandaging him up, cleaning him off, buying a new set of cloths for him and throwing away the ones covered in blood -- Merrick is almost completely silent. All he can manage is an occasional glare as they go. Finally, after a half hour's worth of driving, they stop at a Starbucks. "Are you o...
I'm sure y'all weren't expecting chapter two this soon but I told you I have my good friend Ti on my butt threatening me not to stop writing. I'll make this short so you can get on with the story, so here is my disclaimer. This is a gay romance story with situations that will bring you out of your comfort zone. So if that is not your cup of tea then turn a...