To all my continuing readers, Thank you. Pre-Grad Day Robyn leaned closer into her bathroom mirror and added a few more brushes to her eye lashes before backing away. She looked at her dolled up face with a turn to the right and a turn to the left and brushed a few strands of hair to the side and walked over to the bedroom satisfied. She removed her po...
I'd inherited a house I had never seen, in a land I had never been to, from a relative I had never met. It was fortunate, plus or minus the un was still to be seen. The house stood solitary, proud and ram shackled, near the edge of the sheer, steep cliffs. No it didn't look foreboding; however it didn't look welcoming either. This was to be my new home?...
This part of Jody's version covers the missing months between Stolen Moments and Smoldering Fire. If this is received well then next I am writing the missing year next... So, make sure to favorite, star, comment etc... As always thank-you readers!! ******************* Our girls' weekend hadn't gone exactly as I planned, but it was still as close to perfe...
Kim switched lanes and decelerated quickly while her eyes searched for some sign to indicate which exit she was approaching. She hated driving in Jersey and avoided it whenever possible. Between convoluted roads, a state government that was too idiotic to place road signs and drivers who got their licenses from a cereal box she always ended up frazzled by th...
This story is longish and romantic-ish and lesbian-ish. Abandon ship if that's not what you're looking for. If you've read my other stuff you'll see this explains one side of a love triangle. If you haven't read my other stuff, well, you're probably still a lovely human being and productive member of society. All characters in this story are over eighteen...
This is the continuation of 'The Artist and her young lover'. It will make little sense unless you have read the previous parts. For the sake of consistency it should be titled: The Artist and the Trouble-shooter, but, too many characters! To Recap - Milly's wife, a police officer, is killed and her friend's daughter, Fiona, comforts Milly through her grie...
Here continues A Thanksgiving Tale, if you haven't read it, I recommend you do as it will make this story easier to follow. I have changed the name of the story to A Winter's Tale as Thanksgiving is over. Before I let you start reading I would like to thank my editor C.P. who helped me out more than I could have hoped. Even so, all the mistakes still left a...
Without further ado, I present the concluding chapter of Heather Franklin's biggest case to date. I would like to take this moment to thank all of you who take the time to vote and comment on my stories. As a hobbyist writer, your comments and feedback are all the returns I get for the time I invest in writing. An extra special vote of thanks to my editor,...
Just a quick note to say thanks for all the nice comments I have received on part one. For those of you that are wondering I have quite a few more chapters in mind for this story. So hang in there. All constructive comments were welcome. When Becky finally managed to roll out of bed at 9 o’clock in the morning, her father had already left for work. She was...
This is a story about a very special club that I and three other women participate in. However, to properly explain the club, I'll have to give some background on the participants and how we came together. My name is Jen Gladstone. I'm 34 years old and married to Barry, my high school sweetheart. We've been happily married for 7 years, and I'm currently 4 m...