I own a specialty women's apparel store in Dallas called Les is Mor. It's a play on the old Bauhaus/Mies van der Rohe design adage that Less is More, but with the spelling its message dictates. It also reflects the kind of clothing I sell. As applied to the female figure, Les cover is Mor interesting. Mor exciting. Mor tantalizing. Mor arousing. I don't carr...
"Dance or apology?" repeated Alanna softly, eyes dropping from those burning black eyes to the sleek muscle of his shoulder. Lust rippled through her, curling in her belly. He was so fierce, so impossible to ignore. Impossible to suppress the feelings he evoked. She drew a breath almost in fear at the feelings that swamped her just looking at the relaxed, sa...
A sting in the tail. The Lion's Den is a travelling circus, a carnivale with a very adult playlist on an endless tour of a world reeling from a disastrous war that has thrown civilisation back to a new dark age. The Den is currently camped near Austin in what used to be Texas, USA. And Zara, the owner and absolute dictator of the Den, has asked for help fro...
The last Saturday of August 2012 came, and I found myself feeling blue. The name is Steven, and I'm a big and tall Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. From 1999 to 2009, I lived in the heart of New England but in mid-Novemb...
After the country had fallen to chaos due to a revolution to topple the dictator, the Russian oil field security staff had such a good plan to drive all the way to the south and then just hop on a commercial flight at the first possible chance. They had taken Theresa, the German young woman working on an archaeological dig, with them and were keeping her saf...
Enjoy. Chapter 2: Getting hired. Three days later, Sean Ryan heard why he'd been called to snow-bound New York in the midst of January away from his home in 86-degree sunny Southern California. When he had first arrived, the Creative Convention people had merely commandeered a classroom for the meeting, but the President of Rockycreek wandered in before th...
Bad people. They exercise an undue influence in our lives. My name is Richard Saint Preux, and I am a man standing alone. Working hard all summer long so I can pay for my classes at Carleton University come September 2012. Not easy when I only make a little over seven hundred and fifty bucks every two weeks as a Security guard in the City of Ottawa, Province...
Keeping away from nutcases is always a good idea. My problem is that I'm basically a magnet for them. Seriously, on the bus, the train and at work, at the school library and everywhere I go. They're there, passive-aggressively sneezing, coughing, staring, spitting and hatefully staring in my general direction. Can someone save me from them? The name is Samue...
Ardoune was more or less your average fairytale kingdom. Its citizens lived together in a peaceful harmony. They had one of the best military defense systems in the world. They were flourishing economically. And their crown princess was soon to be reigning over them as queen. From afar, you wouldn't be able to notice that Julia was indeed the princess, as h...
Smoke Signals The smoke from her cigarette seemed to take forever to reach the ceiling. Standing behind her chair, hungrily sniffing her hair, I knew what was going to happen when that cigarette would have been put out. I was going to be the center of her attention. I knew all the conversation was over because we had known each other a long time. Yet someh...