"What are you so fucking happy about?" Mecca sat in the passenger's seat, an almost irritatingly bright smile on her face, both long, lean caramel-colored legs tucked beneath her shapely ass. "What's not to be happy about?" She held a fry out to him, and he opened his mouth to receive it. "I'm here, you're here, and my cell phone hasn't rung once since I hu...
Author's note: Reminder that this is a work of fiction, so please do not mind something if it does not seem scientifically accurate and/or plausible; all characters are 18 years old or older; any likenesses in name or description to anyone in real life are purely coincidental, etc., etc., etc., you know the drill. Enjoy reading! *** Date: Unknown Time: Un...
[note: this is still sort of a work-in-progress, getting to the point where feedback would be appreciated. Voting turned off as this is not really in final form. Thanks for your patience and understanding as you wade through a few obvious clichés; there are a few twists and turns that won't stand out in the early going, and keep in mind some confusion is nec...
Hello all, for those who remember me, it's been a while. While I was writing The Loners, I mentioned that I was working on a very large project. This is that project. This is the first few hundred pages of the first of four books, which is currently vastly incomplete at this time, so I apologize for the abrupt ending this has. (This is also my 4th rewrite of...