Welcome to the 8th instalment. Please start reading this series from the first chapter. To date: John Smith had an injection of contaminated testosterone, causing major changes to his reproductive system. He now needs frequent sex to survive and long term female friends jump in to help him. John has an unexpected re-occurrence of his blackout and is rushe...
"Suspended? What do you mean I'm suspended?" Alina said. "I don't have much of a choice. Heck, I think I'm being nice not reporting you two to the police. You got her pregnant for god's sake," Principal Pulcher said. "But I've never been suspended before," Alina tried, knowing it wouldn't work. "My parents are going to freak out," she added, mostly to hers...
Chapter 1 "Come on, come on!" Lydia yelled impatiently back through the door of the townhouse. "Stephanie! Simone! Let's get on the road!" The twins appeared simultaneously, bags slung over their shoulders and both of them wolfing down the last part of their chicken salad sandwiches. "Coming, Mom," Stephanie said, stepping off the stoop and down the side...
"I'm sorry, Helen. The holiday season wasn't as good as we'd hoped. The economy is still in the dumps. Sales were down. We're going to have to let you go." She looked at Bill in shock. "Let me go? You mean fire me?" "Not fire you. Lay you off. It's not the same thing. We'll be happy to give you a good reference when you're looking for another job." "But w...
Stella took a deep breath and poured herself a generous glass of white wine. She had done her duty, talked to most of the people at the party, and now had a moment to herself. Roland was off in the other room, probably still getting his ear talked off by that guy who owned a sailboat. She thought about going in there and throw him a lifeline but she didn't...
Prologue Even after all these years, she didn't really know what she was or why she did the things she did. She was like a programmed machine -- programmed to do one thing, and she did it damned well. She knew there were others out there like her, but she had never met them. At least not in a conscious state. Legend had it that succubae and incubi came to...
For the record, I actually kind of hate Pretty Woman, but I think the idea is interesting. If this looks familiar, it's because I posted the beginning of it many years ago. It is completed now. I hope you enjoy it. This is dedicated to my old friend, Amanda, who is sadly no longer with us. She supported me a lot when I began this story. Hopefully it does...
Author's Note This is the first part in a new story series that follows the lives of two friends over the course of one turbulent year - 2010. The story is set in the fictional town of Westborough-on-sea, a seaside town on the south coast of England. Other towns and cities mentioned are real, although individual places within them (such as pubs, café's, ho...
Port George was never a town I would have chosen to visit. It sat a really rocky outcrop on the North Cornish side of the Bristol Channel and took the full force of the North Atlantic weather. The village, jutting out on ragged cliff edges, wasn't the most welcoming place to be even at the height of summer and you kind of got the feeling that the Gulf Strea...
Author's Note: First things first, I'm soooo sorry about the long wait. I feel terrible about slacking off like this, but I've had some of the busiest months at work, add hockey season and traveling to that, and you have a verrry busy girl. I meant to finish this earlier, but I had to go to D.C. for the Winter Classic and spent some time there. If you were...