This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2010 by Evelyn Faye Turner All rights reserved, which includes the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof...
This is a 77,000+ novelette, so here is some idea of what you're getting into before starting such a long story. The husband, Clint, recounts the last twenty-six + years of his deep loving relationship with his wife, Lori. Much like a movie, he takes you back and relives the important and formative events that ultimately lead up to the present-day situation...
Passegiatta I have no words -- alas!-- to tell, the loveliness of loving well! Poe, Tamerlane [Log entry of the SailingVessel Springer: 31 October, 0920 hrs local time. COG: at anchor; SOG: 0.0 kts; Temp: 41˚ f; Winds: NE at 12 knots, viz +3 NMI; Barometer 29.91 steady since 2300 hrs last night; GPS: 44°18'11.36"N by 9°12'35.24"E. Just anchored in...
*** Introduction: This story is vaguely tied to the mythology and characters of the sci-fi show Doctor Who. All trademarks, etc. relating to Doctor Who are the property of the BBC. The characters and events within it are entirely original creations. It is simply an offshoot of that established universe. *** *** *** Lady Justice: A Time Lady Reborn, Pa...
Prologue In the essence of all things casual, Thomas avoided Jan like the plague. Theirs was not a kiss and tell relationship. Theirs wasn't a relationship at all. There was no such nonsense as holding hands or spending hours gazing into each other's eyes. There was sex. Dark moments of craving and indulgence, a temporary, no consequences union of bodies be...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...
Prologue Keene stared up at the ceiling and contemplated the darkness. He was safe, at the compound, tucked under the covers in a warm bed as snugly as a babe in its crib. He could dream the dreams long forgotten by a very different man, in a very different place and time. Dare he consider himself so lucky...to dream dreams and plan for the life he never th...
My name is Oliver, Oliver Jackson and I am married to Victoria. We have been married for fourteen years. We were married when we were both in our early twenties; we have two children, Keith and Russell who are now into their teenage years. I work for an accountants firm and my wife Vicky works for a local automotive parts distributor as an account manager....