So late! Elise prides herself on being on time. But when the Uber driver refuses to take her up the long, gravel drive to the tall woman's cottage, she has to walk the last half-mile. Twenty-six years old, athletic, brown hair tied in a bun, in her best blue business dress, stockings and black pumps, she pulls her roller bag behind her and feels out of pl...
Everyone noticed Elise Hathaway the moment she entered the bar. Happy Hour was almost over and any guy with any money in his pocket or available funds on his credit card watched the door for the arrival of possible feminine company. Every guy except me, that is. I'm out of the dating game. I'm not cynical about sex; I've just acquired the perspective that...
It had begun on the plaza -- a small oasis of concrete, dwarf trees and benches tucked down in the steel and glass towers. On crisp autumn days the women of the towers descended to the plaza to munch sandwiches, talk about obtuse bosses, suburbs soccer, Sex in the City, and obtuse husbands. Elise noticed the small woman one day in late October. She sat apar...
Elise laid in her bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling, lost in sorrowful thought. She had never known heartache to be akin to real, physical pain until Trey walked out the door, presumably into the arms of another woman. She asked herself what she had done to deserve the loss of his love. Did she not give everything of herself? Was this woman's body so m...
When Elise strode into the library in the morning, she heaved a sigh of relief, seeing the calm, happy look on Nicholas's face. Since he'd asked her to marry him the night before, he was like a new man. A man that she could love whole-heartedly, providing of course, he would stay this way and not go back to the dark days when she'd first agreed to work for h...
***This is chapter three of a multi-part series. You'll want to read the preceding chapters first to get to know the characters and setting. If you have feedback, feel free to share it. Send me a message or write a comment. I hope everyone understands this is fiction. If you're anonymous and complain something is offensive or unsexy, I honestly couldn't care...
When Estara awoke, Derran was still there. She sighed happily, relieved not to have dreamed him. Usually she did not like customers to spend more than a few hours with her, and she certainly did not allow them to sleep in her bed. She became bored with their company after a while, and started to want her own space back again. But this man, for all his enor...
Luc look dazed, and for a long time it seemed he didn't know what to say. When he did speak up, it was the same thing everyone always said: "So I can wish for anything I want?" "Almost anything," Darius said. A newspaper and a cup of coffee sat on the café table in front of him. Luc was having nothing. "Technically, there are limits. But so far no one has e...
"Mr. Beckett? Do you have a minute, sir?" The minor league manager had been staring out the window for a good ten minutes, and his players had all noticed. So had the two assistant coaches. One of them mentioned it to the other and suggested they go see what was wrong. "Nope. Not goin' in there," his fellow assistant said. "He'll work it out." "I hope so....
Matthew was in the kitchen helping Elise prepare dinner when he heard the garage door opening. His head snapped up from chopping vegetables as he heard the sound which signaled Master's return from work. Elise knew how Matthew got distracted at the first sign of Master's coming, so she didn't bother to look up from her work as she told him, "Oh go on Maddy,...