This is part of an ongoing story over multiple Categories with common characters. ***** Dave called me on the phone and asked "Are you and Lori a "thing". "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Well every time she sees you and comes back to work she's in a good mood, all happy and crap. It gets annoying after a while." I liked hearing that about Lori...
Chapter 3: Under Orders © sadierosebermingham 2004/5 "I am 'not' givin' you a key, that is my last word on the subject!" Rayne Wylde did not look up from the broadsheet newspaper spread out in front of him. His dark hair tumbled forward obscuring his pale features and he ran long fingers though it absently, resting his cheekbone against the palm of his han...
My phone went off; a text. Marcus – "Back in town for the day. Bookstore?" It was Marcus. It had been awhile since I had seen him and to tell the truth, I was hoping he would get back to me. I texted him back. Me – "No. My place is better." No reply. Shit, maybe I had scared him off. Fuck it, I wanted some coffee. Took a shower; filled up my flask and h...
Author's Note: This is the final installment of Spill the Milk. There is a tiny bit of formatting that worked well when I wrote it but may not come across perfectly on your screen. I won't know until it posts. If it works, fantastic. If not, please forgive me. It should make sense even if it doesn't display correctly. As always, many thanks to my beta/edito...
I woke up and rolled over to blearily glance at the alarm clock. It told me it was 9:41 – so today must be Saturday or Sunday – otherwise I'd be up and out at work by now. Well, I hoped that was the case! I rolled back and came face to face with an elfin female face, sleeping contentedly on the pillow, a happy smile playing on her countenance. And it starte...
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...
Evan Malone liked the midnight shift. 12 am to 8 am along a stretch of Pacific Coast Highway right at the border of Malibu. It was never dull, and the arrests and citations were easy and built up his record. Most of the time he was pulling over rich drunk fucks in their BMWs, Porches, and Mercedes. Half the time they had hookers or call girls in the front se...