Chapter 48: The Intruder I was now forty years old and single. My wife and I had divorced six years before but we had remained friends even after she remarried. I had dated and gotten laid often enough but the women soon saw me as a potential high income husband and began to demand my undivided attention. I had no intention of getting married again. Month...
Liam was still smiling as he walked toward the kitchen. The mix of bewilderment and rage that contorted Xan's face after their interlude was one that he was sure to remember. After his last comment to her, she only pushed him away before walking out of the room. When he thought about it, Liam should have called her retreat a run; she was out of the room in l...
The Matrons of Regal Bay Chapter 44 Joan's Tales -- Part 3 The summer was going strong, and the crescent of sand that was the South Bay Public Beach was teaming with locals and tourists, students and families. It was Saturday afternoon and the temperatures were right at 90 degrees. Perfect for mid-July. Along the boardwalk that fronted the beach were sev...
I'm back. Was very sick, but pulled through. Gotta finish this story and my series, so heaven (or hell) can wait, lol! No. Seriously, I had to go back and re-read from the beginning to get back into what was happening. Found a lot of errors and changed a bunch of stuff. I made GAbe less of a hot head so I guess (hopefully) you'll feel that change in his pers...
Christmas Eve... Debbie Radcliffe almost dropped the tray of homemade cookies and milk that she held as she stepped into the dimly lit living room. Only the hundreds of tiny multi-colored lights on the Christmas tree and the faint yellow glow from the street lamps filtering through the windows illuminated the sleeping pair, but the sight was enough to cause...
Rules for the Breaking "The problem with temptation is that you may not get another chance." ― -Laurence J. Peter 1 Dazed from the spell of introspection, Chase dawdled her fingers to the next page of her journal. She sat alone in her bed, staring soberly at the pre-dawn gloom beyond the room's east window. Thoughts merged like colliding storm clouds. T...
First of all thank you everyone for participating in this incredible journey with me. I know you've all waited patiently and here it is, chapter 19 and the last chapter of Is Love All or Nothing? I've tried my best to tie up all loose knots, give answers to questions that I am willing to answer, and give a happy ending. Again thank you Tigersman for all the...
The cold fingers of the wind seeped through even the careful layers that she pulled tighter about her, hardening nipples that were already aching with need for their touch. Once more the waters of the fjord were as turbulent as the emotions blowing inside her mind, tossing and rolling waves lapped at the sides of the boat. Kirsty stilled herself for whatever...
My eyes opened and I grabbed my glasses and looked at the clock, it read "3:45." "Fuck" I said to no one. After I looked at the time. I got up and staggered to the bathroom and performed my morning routine. I slipped on a pair of sweat pants, shirt and shoes and left my house and walked my neighborhood. I did my final turn and walked up to my back door hit t...
I'm 6 years old. A mop of honey coloured Irish blond hair with freckles where the fairies have kissed me. Whorish creatures they may be, given the unlikely spots I've found freckles; cheeky at the very least. I am hiding in a tree house, high up in what I call a lonely tree. It's a type of pine with needled leaves that whine and sigh with each lost breath of...