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...
My thanks to DrBob80 for his fine editing touch. Also, thanks to Leftylooo for looking at this and listening to me whine about the struggles with my muse. I apologize for taking so long with this chapter. As I mentioned above the muse abandoned me for a while. The style of the story is more romantic that my previous stories and it was a struggle. It didn't...
Brody held his saber tightly. He took comfort in the hum of his anti-projectile energy shield as he wiped the sweat from his face. In the microgravity, the droplets floated away, little undulating orbs for the atmosphere filter to deal with. 'Am I shaking?' he thought. 'I am. Shaking like a little child.' He realized it without shame. Every deep-space merc...
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