CHAPTER 1 Riding on the 8:17 into London, Jo Hart watched the broad shouldered blond guy approach down the aisle and resumed painting her finger nails, timing the brush strokes with the sway of the carriage. The guy stopped, picked up her handbag that lay beside her on the outside seat and tossed it on to the floor beside her feet and sat down. "Hey what...
I was 15 when my father caught me early one evening smoking a cigarette out behind our barn. For a long second, he just stared at me with those steel-blue eyes of his. "Smoking, huh?" he spat finally. "Come with me, boy." I knew I was in for it, because the only time he'd ever addressed me as "boy" was right before I got a whipping, which hadn't happen...
This is my first stab at writing sci-fi, and I enjoyed every second of it. John Wyndham I ain't, but it was fun all the same! As ever, my heartfelt appreciation goes out to my editor, The (devilishly handsome) Brit, without whom my stories would lack a definite sparkle! Always there with a wise word and a green highlighter, I'm more than lucky to have him...
The protagonist does have a hard time, sometimes his own fault, but he also gets some consolation along the way. There is some sex here and there where the story demands it. Eight parts, all complete. It's all fiction: if anyone thinks they appear in this story, it's not about you! Clarifications: GCSE: 'General Certificate of Secondary Education' usual...
On the third Sunday in September, outside Los Angeles in the hills of Sherman Oaks, two beautiful wives in their late twenties lounged by an Olympic-sized swimming pool. They were at Jan Marshall's home and Sandy Carter lived next door. "It's as hot as a day in July," said Jan, who swept locks of her luxurious auburn hair from her face and tucked them behin...
[This is a long story. My longest to date. There is plenty of sexual content and a few twists and turns along the way. If it was shorter it could have been in "Loving Wives", or "Erotic Couplings" or "Group Sex". There will be another version of this tale posted soon (one or two days), that takes a slightly more traditional "Loving Wives" approach. It will b...
Prologue Loren had almost lost Holly because of hesitating and continuing to deny the obvious fact that he loved her, and his obsession about maintaining his status as a bachelor seemed pretty inane to him now. He had caused his own demise as a man still available to play, but as he sat there remembering the steps in his downfall, he had to smile. It had be...