A few days after mother had told me all about the agreement she and her friends had made to teach their boys to become good lovers she told us that a very dear old friend of hers would come and visit in a couple of days. She was excited about it since she hadn’t seen her for a long time. Emma, her friend, lived abroad since long, in Paris. Emma had asked if...
Chapter 09 Helen had vanished. There was no phone call to say she'd arrived, in fact no phone call at all over the weekend. It is evidence that I felt so confident about Helen that I was not unduly worried. She may have accompanied her parents on some mercy mission and would phone when she could. However, on Sunday night I phoned Metcalfe's but there was...
Tuesday. Noon crept around stealthily. That, or certain tenants of the Brownstone, affectionately called Angelica House, without a sign saying so, were just really wiped out tired. Angelica having been the name of Naomi Carpenter's late great Grandmother, last name Bishop. A very biblical name without a religious influence. Still, a very good woman in her d...
Reef's bladder was ballooning out and his staff a quarter past half-mast when he fluttered his eyes open. With two hot naked ladies snuggled up against him he should have felt like he was in heaven. Instead, he was desperate to separate himself from them, drain his bladder and close the bloody curtains that were allowing rays to attack his bleary eyes. Gentl...
PART ONE Chapter 1 The battered red Porsche, inherited (compete with scrape marks and dents) from the driver's late mother, swept into the one-way loop at the farmhouse. Three expertly applied chops of the manual gear shifts meant only a gentle touch of the brake was required to stop the vehicle under the portico of the 8-bedroom two-level high-country h...
I've been starting my stories with the ambition to titillate. In this story, I've learned how I can get lost until I find my way by creating increasingly difficult problems for myself to solve. Gradually, as my characters revealed themselves, their sex and sexuality having become less and less significant to me as the story goes on, I started to want to writ...
I had gotten dressed quickly, throwing on some warm clothes carelessly, save to make sure they covered the disturbingly old-looking wounds on my neck. I also ran a brush through my hair, but only because in catching my reflection in my wardrobe mirror, I realized that the wan, disheveled look might attract unwanted attention. I a quick note for Cara on the k...
Thanks to my husband who did the final editing and my friends who helped along the way. Matt, Mike and Halley ~Come with Me~ My husband, Mark, was in the Navy and on his first deployment since we got married. Before he left we came to an understanding about what we would allow the other person to do. I'm not sure if that understanding made things easier or...
A two-part sensuous slow-build up romance set in New Zealand; the hero is American and the heroine is a Kiwi who returns to her homeland to settle down. At the same time Any finds other women with a more enthusiastic interest in him. Heavy clouds darkened the cemetery but it remained dry during the burial service, not that many would have soaked up rain as...
Next morning Skye spent a couple of hours flicking through the rejected manuscript titled 'Zina Mace Finds Love' to decide how to get it reinstated for possible publication. Her conclusion was her editors had done a damn good job in rejecting it. It was pathetic. She sighed and stared the wad of paper. Where to start? To start anew would delay the request...