*Dear loves, I sooo apologize for taking absolute AGES to get this chapter out. For some reason, I was having the worst writer's block and I hated everything I wrote...erased the whole thing like 3 times! But, I finally had a spasm of inspiration and asked one of my best friends to critique it, and that helped a whole lot to loosen up my words. As always, th...
**A special thanks to Tashia for helping me out with the series!** Donovan Powers drove around with no destination in mind. His mind was focused on what had just happened between Linden and him. How could she have done that? How could he have responded to her that way? Why had he? Sure, it was just a kiss, but it came on the back of his best friend dying....
Donovan woke to the sound of horns blaring--New Orleans street music symphony--and the sun nearly blinding him because the curtains had been carelessly left open the night before. His arm swept out across the bed, meeting nothing but cooling sheets. He'd known, somehow, that she was gone before he'd fully dragged himself from sleep. The air was, for lack of...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** "My car's making a funny sound," Myra announced as she came into the small bungalow. "Funny ha-ha or funny strange?" Donny asked, looking up from the evening news. "Come on, come on, get to the Sports, huh?" "What?" Myra asked, pushing her long r...
On the afternoon Donovan had his near collision with that huge man carrying the water jars as if they were pint bottles, Elle had been checking on Hannah about progress on ditching her married lover. "It's done, within an hour after you left the apartment. I met him in a nearby park - I had to do it face to face. "I lied about us starting up a lesbian rel...
As I entered Mickey's, I regretted telling Cher and Lisa that I would meet them here. Friday nights in downtown Shreveport were busy, filled with people making their way from one hot spot to the next. It was Tuesday, however, and people were sparse. I spied several creepie men eye-ball me as I walked to the bar. Unfortunately, tonight was the only night the...
Prologue Kabul, Afghanistan Leo Yamasato came through the door and looked into the eyes of the enemy with a calm he did not expect he possessed. He took several steps forward slowly and come to stop in the middle of the room. The door closed behind him, its light wood frame made almost no sound except the latch catching. Leo stood with feet just shoulder...
Libraries are generally very reserved places. I like the dark stacks of books and the quiet. I am fond of the smell of old bindings and decaying paper. Of course, men don't usually find those women in my line of work entirely attractive. Frankly, I have to admit that I don't find myself entirely attractive. I am too tall and thin. My hair is long and flat, a...
Q. Hello, Mr. Donovan. A. Hi there. Q. Is your name really Powell Donovan? A. Why, no. Did you really ask that question? I suppose you believe that George Eliot's name was really George Eliot, or that Adrian Leverkuehn (of this site, check him out, he's really good) is really named Adrian Leverkuehn? I won't even go into the more obvious pseudonyms. Q. W...
Dear readers...first off, sorry for the corny tagline. Second off, thank you so much for reading this and *hint hint* voting and *even louder hint hint* commenting. You guys rock! Chapter 4 is coming soon, cross my heart, but maybe not as quickly as this one did, because I'll be going through some intense changes over the next few weeks. But never fear. Yo...