Come and Rescue Me The best part of her roadside breakdown. * Author's Note Look out, it's another short and sweet slice of life romance. * Come and Rescue Me I recently found out that I get a little weak in the knees for a dark-haired butch in a tight tank top. The eagle tattoo on her right arm I could do without, but the rippling bicep underneath ma...
Amelia pulled up to a home in the middle of nowhere it was a quaint home with the only abnormal thing about it being a large greenhouse. This was her inheritance from her grandfather who had recently passed. She looked over the envelope in her passenger seat, taking it into her hands and opening it. Inside was a letter and two keys. 'My dearest Amelia if you...
It was late. It was raining. And dark. And cold. The sound of the folk group wafted down the street from the Flying Horse as I nibbled at something that might once have been a cod before it was cremated and sealed in cardboard flavoured yellow concrete and stuffed in newspaper with slices of raw potato. I opened the pub door as the north eats premier (and...
I got my break! My first book sold well in the UK, then went big in the USA! My American agent called me, and at very short notice I found myself flying over to the States, and doing all kinds of publicity work, interviews, book-signings and so on, for several weeks – mainly in New York, but also over in California, so I had to dash back and forward from sea...
For the past week, since talking to Human Resources and my own manager, things had been going quite well for me at the work place. Carissa had settled into the job at the help desk once worked by Carl. Everyone at the cable company knew that Carl was history. I was probably handling a couple of dozen calls a day. Most called for simple solutions. Some were...
This is a work of fantasy, inspired by my love for riding and a connection yet to be. Should there be a resemblance to any persons that read these words, let your mind be filled with the fantasy, too. * * * * * The warm, early summer day made for a beautiful ride. Lori piloted her gleaming yellow and chrome Harley Sportster through the hills with a fresh o...
I was always terrible at singing, I'll be honest. My girlfriend Ellie made a rule in our apartment: I can't sing. Ever. I've always wanted to try, but Ellie would never let me, so when she mentioned my singing talent, I thought she was going to insult it. Not this time. "Hey, I think I may have found someone who might be able to help you with your singing."...
A mother introduces her daughter's best friend to a woman's touch. * "You got in pretty late last night, Honey," Michelle called out to Karen as she passed by the partially opened door to her room. The nineteen year old didn't respond to her mother's comment. Sensing that something was not quite right, Michelle turned in the hallway and went back to Karen'...
The Real Story of Bo Peep She found more than just her sheep that day. * Author's Note If you are a regular reader, you know that I enjoy slice of life stories and the occasional twisted fairy tale. This is a combination of both, but this time I'm giving the treatment to a nursery rhyme. Ever wonder what happened between the time that Bo Peep lost her s...
This is a work of fantasy, inspired by my love for riding motorcycles and the enjoyment of nature. Any resemblance to persons who read these words are welcome to join me, and make the fantasy theirs, too. Lori decided to "dress" her new friend for the ride, so she opened her saddlebag and withdrew a pair of riding chaps and handed them to Val. "Why don't...