"Daniel, our new neighbors are at it again," Linda sighed as I walked into the bedroom. "They moved in three days ago and every night it's the same thing." "Maybe they're newlyweds," I grinned. "You have to give them credit. They obviously enjoy each other's company." "Yes, but do they have to be so noisy about it?" my wife of twenty-five years asked in an...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
Copyright (c) 2009 by Michele Nylons By the time Mike Harris boarded his Continental Airlines flight out of Houston bound for New York he was shagged. The cheery "welcome aboard" issued with a smile by the cabin staff at the door of the aircraft was about as insincere as the offer he had turned down at the business meeting he had just attended. To make ma...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction. However it is based on a true story to which the author was privy, although not one of the principles. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story. There was no doubt about it. She was not a beautiful woman. Cute, yes. Attractive, yes. Se...
For Roxanne, with grateful thanks for bringing my muse back home. I suppose you could say it started with a kiss. Yes, that was it, with a kiss. But not the warm lips, soft murmurs, and low-light romance kind of kiss. That came later. No, it was the kiss of fender against fender, and the tortured squeal of tires on tarmac in harsh daylight. It was a warm d...
"We have the same name," Lindie Nicholson said. "Not quite," Wyatt said to the young woman in his small office. "Same basic pronunciation, different spelling. Mine is spelled N-i-c-h-e-l-s-e-n." "You mean we're not related?" She turned down her sensuous mouth in a faux frown. He knew she was jerking his chain. "Afraid not." Twenty-nine year old Wyatt...
"Card, please. Welcome back, Frank." "Mike, you know me by name", said Frank. "You know I don't drink, I'm here for your arcade games. Why do I have to show my ID?" The bouncer looked at him. "I get paid to make everybody show an ID. You too. You didn't lose your ID again, did you?" Frank sighed. "New year, new ID." He produced his new student ID. He was...
After 15 years of marriage, my divorce was finally signed, sealed and delivered. At 40 years old, with no children, my ex-wife and I divided things up evenly and now, I was settling into what was once our vacation home overlooking a pristine, southern California beach near Malibu. Both of us had busy lives as international consultants and had done very well...
I've lived in some part of Southern California all my life. They don't kid you when they say "sunny" CA, I mean unless you go deliberately looking for snow, a couple hours drive to Big Bear or one of the mountain resorts. There was maybe one time when I was a kid, late 80's I think, where we got a dusting of snow in our driveways, at recess we tried making...
Amanda sighed with a smile as she walked home. There was a girl on her arm, rambling on about some subject she cared little about. The petite Asian had not invited the random woman back to her place because she had cared about her personality, after all. She had seduced the woman with the intention of infecting her with an alien slug, one that even now sat i...