The cold north wind howled across the “Paradise Valley Airport” as the locals ironically called it. It is in fact a strip of bitumen just about capable of bearing the weight of a light aircraft, and a galvanised iron shed for people awaiting the arrival or departure of the occasional aircraft that does use the strip, to shelter in. Earlier in the afternoon...
Part 1 The sun was bright. The day was bristling with sun, and here in this apartment it seemed to burn through the windows as if someone were holding a hot iron up to the glass. All except for in the dining room where a window was broken, and here the sun and the snow poured in and had been pouring in for some time; pouring in where Lexi sat naked, kneel...
Part the last. Congratulations if you've persevered to the end. Thanks to all who have taken the trouble to comment. It has been most encouraging and good to know so many enjoyed it. Once again apologies for typos. Family life is still preventing me from proof reading the third and final time before posting. It will be some time before I can post another t...
***Many thanks to jayargonaut3 for editing this story for me!*** ***** The soft, silky shampoo bubbles tickle as they slither down the front of my body; the hot water stings as it sprays against my back. I tilt my head back and allow the water to flow through my long, dark hair as I rinse the remaining shampoo. I use my hands to trace the path of the bubbl...
All characters are 18 years old or older. Geography has never been my strong suit. I didn't earn the nickname of 'wrong way' decades ago for nothing. Part four had an itty-bitty error, somehow Massachusetts found its way north of New York, how annoying. For some reason I always pictured it like halfway between New York and Florida. Nope! That said... read, v...
It had been a long day. I had fought the traffic after a miserable week to get home early and surprise my wife for what was to be a romantic weekend. But as I pulled up to the house my heart sank. I saw a bright red motorcycle in the drive way and something inside told me, "This isn't right!" So, mindfully discreet, I snuck into my own house. Slowly closing...
Welcome to the Rock Hard world, tormented alpha sexy rockers who need to risk everything for love. When these musicians drummed their way into my brain, inspired by my real life, I fell so in love with them they started a whole series. So you can get a lot of Ryder, Lexi, and the band. I'm currently working on the seventh book in this series. Sex, growth,...
Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. * Parkour - An activity with the aim of moving from one point to another as efficiently and quickly as possible. It had been a long year for Tracey McMann. Up until twelve months ago, everything had been fine. Then she turned thirty, and the responsibilities of life began to overwhelm her. She mis...
(The play takes place entirely on the grounds of someone's house. It is a warm evening and university is on break. The actors are free to move about the house inside & out at the directors discretion. Tim, Ian & Kendall arrive as the play opens.) &nb...
The cat's name was Norman, and it was due to his elusive qualities that I am able to tell this tale. *** Chapter 1. Just another night. I was making my way down the hall to my apartment after another boring day of work when I saw him. Well, I didn't actually see him, but something definitely whizzed by me as I turned the corner. As I turned to see exactl...