"Mom, why don't you come back home and live in Grandpa's place? We'd love for you to live here!" "Oh, I don't know Faith. That old house needs so much work. I should have fixed it up and rented it out when he passed away, but your father and I didn't want to spend the money and now...I don't even want to think about it." "But you and Dad paid property ta...
Hello my lovely (and loyal) readers! First, Happy New Year! I just want to thank you for being so patient as I write this story. Sometimes it comes easy, writing twenty pages is nothing; other days one page is like trying to climb Everest. So thanks for hanging in there. This chapter is longer than the ones I've posted previously and its actually the first t...
These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred. ***** Harm was in his boxers and nothing else the following evening. He sat patiently waiting for Mac to come through the door of his apartment. He remembered a short, b...
A tale of Southern charm, lust, love, sorrow, and a little bit of magic. Chapter One: The Scent of Magnolias It happens every Spring, or when I close my eyes and feather dust the pale yellow dry perfume oil lightly all over my body. The magnolias, sweet magnolias, are blooming…and I can scarce draw a breath with the thoughts the sweet odor evokes in...
First of all, thank you to everyone who read my first story, "A Road Trip Fantasy" and especially to everyone who rated it, favorited it, followed me, and left comments. All of your input inspired me to keep up my writing here and in other venues. Originally, I thought Jennifer and Aaron's story was over. In my mind, I added "And they lived happily ever afte...
Randi wants adventure and a few of you have been bugging me for a western. So, here's two figurative birds with one metaphorical stone. Thanks, as usual, for including me old friend, and I hope all of you enjoy. DT PROLOGUE We were making love in our first-class cabin when we felt the faintest "bump." She whispered, "Nearly there!!" I immediately returned...
By way of introduction: Like "Marsha and Gary", though still a loving wives tale, this does not follow the traditional 'Loving Wives' formula so stop now if that's your interest. Also for the skimmers and 'nonreaders' don't waste your time, go someplace else. And also, the opening for this story has the same setting as another story I wrote that I pulle...
Isabella Bennet glanced around the Rutherford's ballroom, taking in all the men and women dancing gaily or engaged in conversation. She really hated these affairs. They were nothing but a place for the ladies of society to present the newest girls of the Season and gossip about the latest scandal that some poor person had committed. The men weren't much bett...
This is Chapter Five of The Lessons. If you haven't already done so, you are encouraged to read the earlier chapters; otherwise, aspects of the story might not be understandable. This is the last chapter of the initial series of The Lessons. I will be happy to write more, if this series is well received. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are ob...
"Oh my God, a honeymoon! How romantic! We went on cruise for our honeymoon too!" the bleach blonde, taut-skinned woman of about 42 sitting across from us gushed. She had that sort of drawn look that pretty woman who resist aging get. Hannah always called it "Courtney Cox Syndrome." But I wasn't focusing on her. Even looking across the table would make my hea...