I traveled on through the fierce storm. The winds ripped through the trees, felling many branches and the rain came down in sheets. I could barely see a foot in front of the car. The wise choice would have been to pull over, but I was late for an important meeting and could not risk missing it all together. Finally I came to the turn for Big Cedar Mountain,...
Thank you to my readers. This is the second chapter in a new series. I thought it would be fun to open this up and welcome suggestions for Sam and Danielle's next adventures. Please feel free to email scenarios you'd like to see as they take their mutual submission to next (unlimited) levels. I also welcome your positive constructive feedback. Fair warning...
This is a rewrite of 'Vegas', combining both Books. While maintaining the theme, it offers a completely different and fresh take for the main characters. Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world -- thesoundandfury - not only for his editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer. Chapte...
The first time I saw Ellen Rothko was when I walked into Boyle's Antiques on Clark Street, looking for old records. She was showing a woman some antique earrings, their heads bent over the display case, and when she heard me come in she looked up and caught my eye, shocked me with her beauty, and then lowered her face again, leaving me standing there gaping...
I was awakened by the cry of a French word followed by no, no, no. I turned my head to see Alysse still lying between us and apparently having a dream. I put my hand gently on her forehead and stroked her hair. She stopped talking and rolled on her side to face me then slowly opened her eyes. "I'm still here." She said as she reached her hand out to touch me...
Chapter One: The Beginning Abigail Daniels and Robert Thompson were born the same year and lived next door to each other from the time they were born until they married. "They look so cute," their mothers told each other as the two of them walked hand in hand to school each day. And they were. Robert was a handsome boy and Abigail was a pretty girl. They...
Ron Melor lay across the couch, his head in his wife's lap, and sighed. His wife's soft, caring fingers stroked their way through his hair, curling slightly as they moved. As they traveled down the side of his face, they followed the curve of his temple and cheek. Her thumb grazed his jawline each time, at which point she would return the hand to its startin...
I posted a story last week called Torn, a typical day. Can it be repaired? I took as a premise a story written by Patricia51. This story had prompted a response by Chagrined and X_Bishop. I wrote my view of a likely response to the letter Erica had written to Jim in which she expressed her attraction to other women, describing that she felt she had become ga...
Beth sat at the bar waiting for her best friend to arrive. It had been months since they had seen each other and this had bothered Beth deeply. For years they had shared all the highs and lows of each others lives. It was a friendship that Beth felt would always be there. Over the past couple of years they had grown apart and Beth had searched deep within he...
Authors Note: Dear readers, join me for a Wild West encounter with rogue trader Adam Lucas and his incredible team of women, terrorizing Wall Street from high up in the Rockies. ***** Trading in Strange Places - Part 1 - A Visit from the Home Office Chapter 1 - Ellen Arrives I answered on the first ring. "Lucas here." "Ellen Peterson here." I let a lon...