Homicide in Hollywood North another MIKE CLAYMORE MYSTERY #6: Maxine A novel by David Horton Copyright 2000 Chapter 1: Wednesday, March 5/97 Today Mike's glad to be home. Swinging his feet around and thumping the side of his head to clear out the noise of the humming diesel he rests one arm on the open window of the open door on his K100...
CHAPTER 1 - QUIET RELAXATIONS Blayne stared over the vast ocean of death before him. He couldn't believe had happened in the last six months. It made his fight with Bolas seem like a minor dispute. Plane after Plane, he couldn't find anything or anyone that could help him. He had tried fighting it himself, but it was just too big. The Phyrexian plague sprea...
CHAPTER 1: ENDLESS SUMMER The sun beat down on Caden as he made his way through the narrow, winding alleys, its harsh light baking the paved streets enough that he could feel it through the soles of his boots. He wrapped his cloak more tightly about his shoulders, its drooping hood casting a dark shadow over his face. There were few who would brave the stre...
CHAPTER 1: STRONG HAND The cold water ran over Moralez's prosthetic fingers as he held them beneath the flow of the faucet, turning them over, flexing them as the liquid poured across the tread-like pads that helped them grip objects. He could feel the chill on the black polymer that encased the machinery and electronics within, as if it was his own skin,...
Native Dawn Series Book 22 After Dawn What Came Next Prologue Twenty-five years is a long time when measured in terms of a human life span. Twenty-five years to a vampire or a wolf is nothing but a drop in a very deep well. Time passed and kept passing. It moved inexorably forward with each swing of the pendulum and the tick of the clock. The town chang...
Prologue In the essence of all things casual, Thomas avoided Jan like the plague. Theirs was not a kiss and tell relationship. Theirs wasn't a relationship at all. There was no such nonsense as holding hands or spending hours gazing into each other's eyes. There was sex. Dark moments of craving and indulgence, a temporary, no consequences union of bodies be...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...
Another MIKE CLAYMORE MYSTERY #8: Carmine - EDITED A novel by David Horton Copyright 2000 Chapter 1: October 27 Ice and snow everywhere he looks. He won't be going anywhere in this weather. Mike lays his head back down on his favorite pillows, a pair of human female breasts. Outside the wind howls and whistles between the twin chrome stacks of hi...
"White Wedding" "It's a Nice Day to Start Again..." By Chloe Tzang © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a totally immoral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the u...
** This is my second attempt to complete this fast-growing, rather out-of-control novella -- I might get around to finishing it one day, but thought I would get it out there, so you can see what you think. It is a hybrid sex novel / sci-fi novel / odd mix of things. Comments are very welcome.** * I took a breather about 100m short of the summit and surveye...