I took the call on my mobile a week or so later. It was a Margaret calling from Jane Clement's office. I hadn't heard anything from Jane since she had left my bedroom in Spain in the early hours. We had had, what for me was, quite extreme sex for several hours and this call intrigued me. "Jane would like you to have dinner with her at her home tomorrow nigh...
A Match Made By A Vixen Literally© ** May 23th ** I'm Melissa Eileen Burkhart Stone. That's Lissy for short. If it's Thursday afternoon it means I'm in the office of my shrink, Elizabeth McCormick. I started therapy a little more than a year ago. Me? I have three children and was recently widowed. I suppose 'recently' depends on who's doing the telling. M...
"So," Quinn said as she settled into the backseat of the cab with Mikey, yawning widely as she did so. "Tell me what you know about Alex Anders". Quinn stayed up way later than she should, but she couldn't stop thinking about Alex. Images of the woman gliding across the stage so effortlessly as Blanche, stealing every scene she was in with her expressive fa...
Hi, it's me, Mikki, here to tell one final tale. Last time I left you on the heels of a confrontation with Katrina. Remember? I was speaking about a week after the event, when I was suddenly filled with hope. When, as you might recall, I rather rashly declared "I have a plan". What did Rabbie Burns say about the best-laid schemes of mice and men? Well, he...
Introduction Yes, it's me again, Davina, here to give you the dirt on my life to date. That sounds good, doesn't it? It sounds as if I'm much more interesting than your average IT nerd; as if I've got a dark side and secrets to shock the world. And maybe I have. Now there are other stories circulating about me. Some of them were written by yours truly, s...
The new owner of the Faro Ranch was unlike anyone that Emily Wilder had ever met in her twenty-two years of life. Her world did not extend far beyond the slat fences of the Faro. Her father had managed the ranch for Mr. Donavon for twenty-six years. When the old man had died, his son had auctioned off the cattle and sold the property. Emily's poppa had worri...
(Thanks as ever to Lisa Jones for her advice and encouragement; and for playing severely practical warm-weather Shackleton to my airily romantic Scott.) Miss Burns retrieved the two bags of shopping from the car and carried them in through the front door of the cottage she shared with Miss Weston. The smell of burning bread alerted her as soon as she went...
This is a longer story than I usually write and it's my first true period piece. Let me know what you think about the length and the quality of the tale. Enjoy! This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Thank you everyone for the positive feedback and comments they mean the world to me and have brightened my days. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. * Hella woke and rolled over to pick up her phone and look at the time. She had known that it was dangerous moving her pet Pussycat in...
Gerri killed the engine on her bass boat and glided into a cove sighing with contentment. Looking around at the morning mist rising from the lake she couldn't think of anywhere she would rather be or anything else she would rather be doing. As the boat slowed to a near stop she rose from the helm and slid into her bass seat taking up her rod and engaging the...