DISCLAIMER There really IS a Premont, Texas, and you can find it if you follow the directions in this story. There is also an old, abandoned elementary school in Premont, on Rte 281 that looks pretty much as I described it. To my knowledge, however, the school is not haunted, nor was a young girl murdered there. Any resemblance of actual businesses or pers...
This is (as the title indicates) part two of "Could You Be Mine," but from RJ's perspective. The story picks up right before the end of part one. It took me a while to get here -- I wanted to share RJ's voice but she wasn't the easiest character to translate into words and I felt quite determined to get it as right as possible. Thank you all for your patienc...
This is an edited version of Nanny Sarah Pt 1. Big thanks to Bi_Cathy for proofreading This is actually the first story I Started Writing, well before the Tennis Star, but it was written long hand and had to be typed out, it took longer to publish. This is a much slower burn than my last story, but I hope it's worth it. All characters involved in explicit s...
These two fictional people are as real as I can make them. I hope you like reading the story as much as I liked writing it. *** It was the perfect day for a hike, especially for rainy Seattle. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and there was just a little bit of a breeze, but I was too nervous to really notice. I actually had butterflies in my stomach...
© 2006 by Penelope Street With a sigh of disgust, I got up from my kitchen table and made my way to the ringing phone. "Hello?" I snapped, expecting to hear a creditor on the other end. "Sandy? It's me, Melissa." In a moment, my bitterness vanished, replaced by a smile that spread across my face. "Hey! Two weeks from today, right?" "Yeah, two weeks....
Katie's story takes a turn for the better. This chapter is a little light on the sex, but heavy on playful seduction. Please enjoy... ********************** I got my usual mocha latte and Chloe got a vanilla latte. We waited for our coffee and she kept her eyes down, pointedly not looking at me. After our order was ready, we went and found a table on a lit...
Meditation Mount "What about a picnic?" Emily whispered. Guru Sri Sri Shanti was droning on about the soul being a flower that opened when the light of the Vedas shone upon it. Emily was bored because she knew a lot more about the Vedas than Sri Sri Shanti aka Joseph Poplowitz. "I've had just about enough of this." She murmured to Susan, who sat next to h...
LEGAL NOTICE This is a work of fiction. References to Erica Jackson are purely a product of the imagination of the author. Such references to or statements and actions made by this character should not be considered real references, actual conversations, or behaviors held by the real Erica Jackson. Chapter One: Good Morning Lover Sunday morning's sun a...
Word Count: 24,643 *** Every step felt like the spot where her knees would fail. Her heels screamed when they smacked the asphalt, a pain that reverberated in her thighs and chest. Autumn was slipping into winter. The cold bit her nose and turned her eyelashes into daggers. Even so, she kept running. Lap twelve was all momentum so when she reached the...
This is the current endcap for the St. Clair series. It certainly won't be the last one, but it is the last one I actually have planned. The readers of the St. Clair series have been very supportive and very, very patient. The first story in this series was originally intended to go in Romance, but since the two leads in the couple happen to be female, it en...