(Dear Readers, many of you sent me feed back that my last story, Adorable Woman Part I was too long. This story is equally long, if not longer. But for your benefit I have divided this into three parts and you can enjoy each part individually. I hope you enjoy the story. Please vote after you read so that I know how I have fared. You valuable feedback is ver...
[A note on this story: BlackWatch originally appeared here in 2009, as a six chapter story titled The Man From God Only Knows. I never really considered the story finished, and the end was really a bare-bones version -- one that I have discarded completely for this final version. BlackWatch Prelude: What has come and gone In the immediate prelude to the F...
NOTE: This is book two in my Sergeant Mike's Miracle Tour series. The first, My Country Tis of Thee, is also posted in the Novels and Novellas section. While I suppose technically, you can read this story as a standalone, I believe it will be more poignant for those who have read My Country. And one more thing...a beta reader once said that reading this st...
Stories of Mark 'Tank' Lawson ******************************* Attention Readers*** This is a work of fiction. Any characters or events described in this story is strictly coincidental. These events are strictly coming from my imagination. All characters are above the age of consent, and there are a couple of sex scenes in this one, so if you are against th...
USS Triton, Thirteenth Fleet Headquarters Stardate 51183.45: Tattok sat behind his desk, staring hard at the image on his desk monitor, grateful that the one on the other side wasn't here in the flesh. "And that's it, Admiral? No apologies, no regrets, no excuses?" The image of Admiral Ian Trenagen was sitting in his own office in the London annex of Star...
Prologue Keene stared up at the ceiling and contemplated the darkness. He was safe, at the compound, tucked under the covers in a warm bed as snugly as a babe in its crib. He could dream the dreams long forgotten by a very different man, in a very different place and time. Dare he consider himself so lucky...to dream dreams and plan for the life he never th...
Hi everyone. I've decided to share this story here. I have grown much since I first wrote it and I feel like this story has run its course as far as being held for purchase. This, as well as the second volume might be the last stories I publish here and any other work can be found under my penname SC Edward. STI was previously published under the title "Cath...
It was still dark when I awakened on Sunday morning. I knew it was morning only because the digital clock by my bed read 5:00 AM. Even though I was in my own bed in my own apartment, something seemed strange, wrong, out of place, out of focus. Oh. I was still dressed. How did that happen? Finally, my confused 'Why am I awake this early, lying in bed, an...
The Harrison Riding Academy was a playground for little rich girls and their over indulgent mothers. Carl Edwards was the riding instructor. It was his job to teach the young brats to ride without falling off on their heads. It was not an easy job but one with many benefits. One of those rewards was to rub elbows with the cream of female society. Elbows wer...
Chapter 10 Note: This is a work of FICTION place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for! Although the areas this story takes you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL! 34. Preparing for the Big Game! The four families had a b...