Tecor tightly hung to Esric as the horse ran across the desert. Tecor was not used to riding a horse. Her people used them to pull carts, and other tasks, but hardly rode them. However; it was important to Esric that she would come with him, to tell his father of their engagement. After riding for two days, her butt and legs were sore. All she wanted was a h...
Author's Note: Thank you to all my readers, I apologize for making you all think that Chapter 10 was the last chapter. This is chapter is not long but it did not belong in the last chapter. I hope you all have enjoyed this story, and yes I will be writing more! Lady T Esric felt like he was going to vomit, as he stood in the rose garden. People filled t...
(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. Other stories in the series include Blackedmerica: A Love Story, Nerds of Hollyweather, A Southern Sheriff, Housewives of Valley County and In Brazil.) Chapter 2 At the Abruzzo vineyard, Alberto had made it over to the barn where he saw Alessio Abruzzo and Mattia Toc...
Hello all I am back Sorry for the long time between posting but it has been a rough year personally and my desire to write was at an all time low. This chapter is self- edited I hope I found all of my mistakes but I am sure i missed a few please forgive them. I hope you enjoy the chapter and please let me know how I did by voting and by making constructiv...
The bright light entering Esric's room woke him long before the pounding on his door startled him out of bed. He groaned as he walked slowly to the door, opening it to reveal one of his servants. Esric could not remember the servant's name at the moment, nor did he care. "What is it?" he asked in a sleepy tone. "Your Father requests that you and your g...
(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history.) Chapter 1 Just outside San Casciano dei Bagni, on a picturesque vineyard, a beautiful Italian woman in her early forties picked another drove of grapes from one of the many bushes and put it down in her basket. Grazie Dio... Corrina Martaci exhaled lightly as she...
389 years ago, a fated trip from Venice to Verona in Italy for a weekend of ribald entertainment with four shipmates, would be the death of me. And my rebirth into this world of darkness, immortality, and bloodlust. Merchant seamen all. We'd been given leave for the weekend by our Captain. A lecherous fiend with an eye for little boys. Upon arrival in Veneci...
Red Pow-Gai, the highest hand, the hand that all players dream of. Ace, King, Queen, Jack and Ten of diamonds for the poker hand. Ace and King of hearts for the blackjack hand. Marpessa had to concentrate on pretending to be bored and uninterested as she waited for the other player to bet. She glanced briefly at the pile of coins in the middle of the table –...