Author Note: An interlude chapter with no sexy time, didn't feel right to ham fist one into this chapter. ~Chapter 3 ~Eliza "Fuck," Eliza groaned, stretching out the word into absurdity as she awoke. Her body felt like shit and her throbbing headache wasn't making things any better, not to mention the utterly funky taste on her tongue. With her vision bl...
Thank you ZB for editing this story. * Kaitlyn awoke, startled from her dreams by the banging on the door. "Wake up Kaitlyn," Alexis yelled, "Rebecca will be here at 8:00 to drive us to the airport. You have to get up." "I'm up, I'm up," Kaitlyn mumbled as she climbed from bed and headed to the shower. Alexis walked back to her room listening for the w...
+ This is the backstory to a character who popped up in another story I am writing. The other story is unquestionably a Tale from the Shack, but Belle Markham's story isn't really part of the Shack series. Still, her story is, at least to me, worth telling. I decided to write this in the style of a four page hardboiled detective pulp at about 4K words. This...
I met Sally, my wife, in Chicago where we worked for a pharmaceutical company. It was Sally's first job, but I had worked for another company for about ten years. I fell in love with her within two weeks of meeting her. I saw her every day for about six months until we decided to live together. Many people were surprised because I was older by about 12 years...
BUT NEVER DOUBT I LOVE Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. Shakespeare, Hamlet, II,ii,116 The voice was saying something I couldn't quite make out. There was the timbre of anxiety in the voice; the words filtered as if I had earplugs on. I gradually became aware of my body – my sub...
It was a bright, fresh Sunday morning in mid-May and the West London air was still clear. I was on my way to meet my elderly client in his flat near the Portobello Road. I do not normally work Sundays, or mornings. Most of my work as a private detective is done at night investigating suspected adultery. Today I made a double exception. My client suspected th...
Heather had always been an early riser. Riley, who was still curled up under the covers, was definitely not a morning person. Being careful not to make too much noise, she tiptoed around the bedroom they shared. Having smoothed the wrinkles from her comforter she began laying out the outfit she was going to wear to work. Usually she was in a hurry to get to...
"Jesus, could my day get any worse?" Sylvia muttered to herself as she sat on the arm of a black leather couch in the sumptuous living room of one of Devlin & Payne's top executives. She'd spent hours getting ready for this. Shower, hair, makeup, everything. And she's agonized over what to wear. She didn't have a huge selection to choose from given her salar...
Many folks have read about and/or seen a series of pictures of the Brown sisters, four siblings who had their photos taken together, posed in similar settings and in the same order from left to right, by professional photographer Nicholas Nixon, the husband of one of the girls. They began in 1973 and continue yearly to this day, at least thru 2017. I haven't...
This is Chapter Four of a book. The characters and situations will be more understandable if the previous chapters have been read. Because it is a book, some of the chapters are more exciting than others, and some situations do not complete until the next chapter. I could have run this through my regular publisher and made a couple hundred dollars, but I am...