Hello! Sorry I've been gone for so long. Y'all know how life goes. A special thanks to my super amazing editor. Feel Free to leave constructive feedback if you please. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it! * My toes are going numb. Erin Wright stared down at her thin boots, soaked through by the snow. She wiggled her numbing toes, willing them...
Welcome to chapter eight. I hope you stuck around through the wait. Somehow chapter six took over-long to post, and seven less-than average time, so they posted the same day. Eight hopefully will post on Thanksgiving, but nine will be delayed because both myself and my editor have obligations over the holiday. Thank you for reading, and don't forget to vot...
Erin Wilson put the finishing touches to her make up before tying her long blond hair into a tight bun. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was a model of neat professionalism in her business suit with buttoned up blouse. Her confident looks hid her nervousness - today was an important day and she knew it. Play this right and her career could skyrocket....
Marcus Erin didn't know how long she stood there crying, but Michael and Clare embraced her in support and allowed here grief to run its course. When she looked up, very few people remained within the auditorium. She wiped her eyes with her hands and Clare admonished her saying, "You have no reason to apologize. Baby girl, if need to cry, you get that out."...
My hot wife, Maggie, has had many wonderful adventures with her lovers. I have been present for most of her escapades and when she releases her inner slut, it is always good for me as we have hot, steamy sex for several days after her libido has been "enhanced" by her extramarital lovers. I guess sport fucking somehow gets lost after many years of marriage....
The late summer sun streamed in through Erin's bedroom window. The seasons were starting to change but it was still light fairly early in the mornings. Erin stood in front of her full length mirror and frowned. The image showed a woman in her early twenties. Erin knew that she had never been described as beautiful. Her face was pleasant, occasionally even be...
This is the fourth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache", Chapter III, Interlude I: Margot (cont.) Please include it under the category Novels and Novellas. For the sake of your readers, I've included an index which defines some of the more obscure terms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches t...
It had been almost four years since I'd been to the family cabin in the White Mountains. After my divorce, I had left the hospital in Tucson and joined the staff at a trauma center in Boston. Two years had flown by. Long days and nights, and constant study of medical journals kept me occupied and my mind off the fact that I had no life outside of work. Sure...
Veronica Madison Gaylor, a.k.a. Maddie to her friends, was almost the epitome of the classic American 'girl-next-door'. A strawberry redhead with a perky nose, a nice figure, and a great smile, Maddie was the kind of girl found at the park playing Ultimate Frisbee in shorts, t-shirt, and a pony-tail, or walking a dog through the neighborhood in the morning....
The headline confirmed what everyone in town had suspected. In an age of multiplexes, the Lyric was a white elephant; a giant single-screen theatre with a balcony and spacious lobby, built in another era for people who lived life far differently than they do today. "Honey, they are finally closing down the Lyric," Alex called out from the kitchen table. Er...