Frank Shepard a private detective who is trying to find his luck in Rio de Janeiro awakes in his bed during the day of Carnival, the sun's rays hitting his eyelids he turns himself over in bed and looks at the sky on this lovely day. His sky blue eyes thinking about what a horrible day to be a private investigator, his case was to find the little brother of...
As always, if you're reading this series for the first time, check out previous chapters first under the 'Novels and Novellas' category, or you'll be lost in the wilds of plot development. ----*****---- They all stood in a loose circle on the beach, Talera and Ash in the center. Both had their wings and other supernatural endowments on display, probably, K...
Yet another conference. A long one – six full days of uninterrupted rapid-fire presentations: his idea of hell, since most speakers wouldn't be worth listening to, yet he always felt compelled to pay attention and give them a hearing. Over the top of his coffee-cup, the man studied the early-arrivals at the reception area: twenty minutes to go until the...
As I explain in the body of the story which follows, although black/white relationships are common today, in the 60's, when this took place, they were not. It was a first for Linda. Like many others of our generation it came not only to be accepted in our circles, but even sought out when the urge for sex dulled inhibitions even further. Linda was lucky enou...
A yawn shouldn't be able to startle patrons of a popular bar, or so Peter had said years ago. But tonight was a crowd going against the rule. No baseball game, no football game, and no hockey game meant no one would be coming apart from the regulars and the depressed. Christmas had come and gone as had New Years leaving the depression the grey days January b...
Chapter 5: The Pleasure Chest In the days that followed, Karen couldn't shake the memory of the insanely erotic scene she had witnessed in the locker room among the naked football players. The volcanic image of Fletcher's climax, rope after rope of creamy white semen spewing from that enormous black cock, kept replaying in her mind's eye like a nonstop sizz...
Erin is an HR rep for her company. She sets up interviews and helps candidates through the process. Once they're hired, she makes sure everything is arranged for their first day. It's a fairly easy job and the best part is she comes across a lot of men. Her first interactions with them are over the phone. She has a smooth, husky voice she uses to lure them i...
Day 1 How do we find meaning without independence? Eight people. One room. Four walls. No doors. They awoke together, the groans of the first awakening the second, and so on, until they were all sitting up, examining their surroundings and each other. Before anyone could gather their wits, a deep voice poured out of the walls from every direction at once. “W...
Author's Note: This is kind of a long one, but let her dance, and you'll not be sorry. Thanks. **** The Arrival **** The anticipation was the worst part. I couldn't decide if I was excited or nervous, but I definitely felt uneasy. The chair I sat in was surprisingly comfortable, given its lack of arm rests. There wasn't much to do but wait. I stared...
Black leather, white hair, gray eyes, 5'4, ruby lips. Blue crescent. That damn clue crescent. It had been on her chest right between her beautiful breasts. He had seen it, and it had been ethereal. Glowing brighter than the light or color should've allowed. He was having dreams about the damn thing. Damn it! Who, what and where was she? Another night and h...