Chapter 1 Lance Oxley left the prison as he had started, alone, clothed in his plaid shirt, white t-shirt and ripped jeans. He had lost a little weight, but they still fit even all this time. Why the prison still held onto his clothes was beyond him. In his pockets he had $172 and loose change, a plastic toothpick, and a key chain with two keys, a rabbit’s...
The name is Jay Vincent. A big and tall young Black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a town full of morons. And I absolutely hate it. From the dumb-ass women I see talking on the phone or checking their makeup in the rearview mirror instead of paying attention to traffic while driving to the punk-ass guys and girls I see smoking (...
Charley pulled in to the driveway of his farm, once again admiring the old, two story farmhouse sitting on the ridge, overlooking the farm below. When he got the property it was in pretty bad shape, he even considered tearing it down. In the end, he decided to restore it, adding a lot of upgrades. The project took three years, because he had just started out...
A Rough Start I hate my husband. He is worthless no-count trailer trash. I, at least, come from old Louisiana farming people. Ten years ago, I was all of fifteen when a spring fling with the then good-looking pitcher for our local American Legion baseball team left me pregnant. We ended up at the alter marrying under the disapproving gazes of our families...
After doing countless (I lost count) edits of my upcoming novel, I decided to apply what I learned to make my old stories easier to read. This is the first. * Am I a wimp? At the time, each decision seemed to be based on the situation at hand. I wasn't aware of any pattern. But when I look back now, it could easily be argued that I regularly wimped out....
How am I supposed to feel about Senator Jenna Kennington? I was a successful lawyer when I met her. One of the few women to have gotten through law school. I could have just kept my head down and went on with my life. But here was this glamorous Hollywood actress with a social conscience. She knew how to tug my heart strings. Made me feel I had a duty to hel...
New York was as Rob had remembered, loud busy and sometimes rude. It took him a while to acclimate to the busy traffic and wall to wall people again but the limo service that he had hired for their stay made their trip from the airport bearable. Rob had reserved a two bedroom suite at the Hilton in downtown Manhattan so they could be close to restaurants, sh...
Jim's life had been changed in an instant in ways he had not foreseen a year ago. His wife of many years had been struck down in a traffic accident when a large truck ran a red light and totaled her car. Mercifully, she went to her reward instantly and with no pain or suffering. Unknown to virtually everyone who knew him, Jim was a submissive male who had v...
Deep in the English countryside the little community of Southcombe is a place most tourists, too timid to abandon their satnav and leave the main road, drive past without noticing. Which is very much their loss, for this is an exceptionally pretty town, unspoilt by chain stores and burger bars, whose fortunate residents possess the essentials of modern lif...
Chapter One: Diapers for Three Alan Bartholomew lay alone in bed listening for the sound he was longing to hear. Torturous minutes passed slowly until he heard the sound of his own front door closing. It was 7:30am and his daughter, Melissa had finally left for work. Nineteen-year-old Melissa Bartholomew had only recently returned to live with her father....