*** Hi! This is the FIRST installment of CROSSING MOON -- the sequel to Just Being Wolfy series ... This is for you: IZABELLA, thank you for everything! *** I have to point out that there is a probability of grammar mistakes here and there since English is my second language (but I did reread and recheck, so does that count lol?) -- I didn't have this...
Morgan had been a cockteaser for as long as I'd known her. Which wasn't that long, granted, but long enough for me to form a pretty good notion of the kind of person she was. She moved in next door to us the summer she graduated high school. Her mother had run off with some old flame a couple of years earlier and she was living alone with her father, a guy w...
The Baroness would be home soon. She was a realtor so her working hours changed day by day. I'd taken to eavesdropping on her phone conversations and checking her agency's web site for her open house schedules in order to have a rough idea of when she might return. Starting with the second floor of the townhouse condominium, I double checked the bedrooms an...
I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about...
Naomi Phillips stood at the bus stop, her shoulders slumped, eyes staring ahead blankly. Her mind kept going over and over the events of the summer, when she and her parents had moved to this new neighborhood. They were so happy and then... Why did her father have to have a fatal heart attack? Why was he having an affair with his secretary? How could he hav...
First allow me to apologize for the delay in submitting this chapter – it has been years. Second, thanks to those of you who encouraged me to finish the story, for your kindness. Lastly, thanks to Mister MIFWIC, my editor and muse. ************************************************ She awakened to the sound of someone pounding on the door and stumbled out of...
Sally McMichael was sitting in the back row half asleep, the affect of listening to Billy Goats, a high school, legend twenty-two years ago, babble on and on about his boring life. He talked about his playing days Upover High, his great football career and his baseball career and his tracking career. He went to deep conversation about drug abuse and how he c...
There is a rule where I live that states that if the bride doesn't show up the groom must marry the bridesmaid. Because of this rule I'm now married to Donna. Anyway, I'm jumping ahead now, back to the beginning. I'd been engaged Jenny for nearly three years, she's beautiful, long blonde hair down to a tight ass, clear blue eyes and luscious lips, stupidly l...
John Carrington stood at his podium, his polo shirt smelling of fake butter and his khakis stained by some long forgotten large drink. A worn piece of paper lay in front of him detailing when each movie began and ended. The doodles at the bottom illustrated what a long, dull day it had been. He ached to be anywhere but at work tearing tickets. "Down the le...
What the fuck am I? That's been the question on my mind for quite some time now. The name is Clarence Wendell, and I'm a young man of African-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. My parents, James Wendell and Anna Maria Suarez met while attending university in Boston, where they got married and had me. Dad has...