Chapter 3 Steve hated leaving for work as early as he did, but he had operational meetings starting at 7:30. It wasn't the hated going to work; it was that he hated leaving April. Their love left him feeling peaceful and contented, an emotion he had never felt before. His life had always been about hard work and striving for lofty goals. Being happy, comfo...
Not a Romance Story, but Erotica for the Uninhibited * I seem to be able to get a lot of writing done when I am working OCONUS (outside the US). This time it is Tirana, Albania. As always, what I do and who I work for is not important to the story. I am lucky to have these missions to supplement by retirement pension. The work is sporadic but the pay is go...
"So, what exactly does a bounty hunter do?" She played with her hoop earring, running her finger around the inner rim. Her other hand held her cocktail which she sipped every few minutes. Her lusting eyes never strayed from him. "Well, some of us prefer to be called bail enforcement agents, but it's alright if you call me a bounty hunter. I arrest criminals...
I picked up a very beautiful young woman from her office. I was supposed to take her to the airport. Almost immediately she realised that the limo was the one that Yousif normally drives. Clearly disappointed to find a middle-aged guy like me in the driving seat, she asked tersely, "Where's Yousif?" I fed her a line, not much choice really. "Sorry, Mada...
It had been an extremely long day for me. I am the owner of a store in Kansas City. I am a white male and my store was in a mostly minority neighborhood so it seemed like I had been singled out for problems in the neighborhood. It is not a large store, rather what would be called by some a "mom and pop" operation. Over the years it has been extremely difficu...
My name is James Boozer and I met Katherine Williams when the RA's for our dorms decided to have a meet and greet for new residents. I was a junior who had transferred from the large state university eighty miles from my home town to the smaller state college twenty miles from my home to be closer to my mom who had been diagnosed with lung cancer. I had to l...
Chapter one: The Long Haul From the diary of James Down: Friday, January 20th. Sometimes I think I'll survive the long haul. The odds are against it (they're long odds), but sometimes I think I'll make the journey. Then I look around--and I don't have to look far, or for very long; the evidence is all around, in body bags--and I realise that nobody reall...
No one envies the harpies. They live at the bottom of society, and even that's an improvement; they were legally considered nuisance animals until just decades ago, a point of shame for some people and of nostalgia for others. The way the other races talk about them has plenty of unfortunate historical parallels: "They steal." Sure, but it's not like they...
Detective Nicholas Saint stood in the bathroom of the Lapeer County Sheriff's station, hands gripping one of the three sinks lining one wall, staring at himself in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot and bleary, evidence of too much Jack Daniels and too many sleepless nights. His hair was mussed from running his hands through the thick black strands in frus...
Chapter 2: Meet the New Boss- All rights reserved, copyright 2010 About ten or so minutes later phone started ringing. You know how you're waiting for the phone to ring and then when it does it makes you jump? That's what happened to me. I felt so stupid. "Sedgley, Hills, Smith and Sales. Kaylyn Trent speaking. How may I help you?" "Wonderful, just the...