Prologue Date: October 22, 2004 - Friday Time: 8: 45 pm AST Location: Stevens International Airport – Anchorage Alaska Xander Zver arrived on flight 408 from Moscow Russia and walked into the airport through the service tunnel. When he came out of the walkway past the security guard station, he expected to see his parents, or maybe his Aunt Abigail waiti...
Author's Note: This story was written at the suggestion of a medieval re-enactor friend who served as the template for the main character. She has recently passed away and this story is now dedicated to her memory. Goodbye Artemas Innkeeper of the Inn of the Drunken Hare, March 5, 2008. * The two forest outlaws watched nervously from the edge of Barnesda...
This is the fourth in the Gerry Pretty detective series. The story so far: Gerry Pretty, the working half of the now defunct Pretty Goode Detective Agency (Discretion guaranteed) is hired by Laura Lee Jones to find her missing husband, Andy. ( see 'Better off Dead') It was alleged that Andy owed several bookies a large amount of money and that one of them c...
Notes: This is the second part of a five part series called SUMMER SINS. Each part will have 'Purple' in the title. It takes place three weeks after the 'Green' stories of Summer Secrets. You don't necessarily need to read Blue or Green to enjoy Purple, though if you do enjoy it, you might want to go back to the beginning. This episode of Summer Sins feat...
Ten o'clock in the morning is not a bad time for coffee. I'd be hard pressed to imagine a more popular drug in the world than caffeine, or a more universal delivery vehicle for that drug of choice than coffee. I mean, who among us doesn't automatically reach for a coffee, espresso, or latte first thing in the morning? It would seem to be a relatively small n...
Once again I must thank HONEYWLDCAT for her patience and help with this story. Her editing is thoughtful and always encouraging. Thank you so much. * On the second Saturday in March, Grant High School held its annual fundraiser. They had a carnival in the gym of the school. There were food booths, games of chance, games of skill and crafts for sale. We...
The ocean glimmers in a myriad of soft reflective pastels as the tiny sounds it intimately holds are engulfed completely by the more robust waves reminding the shoreline that nothing is truly solid forever. The nautical conglomerate, so easily swayed by the pull of the moon and the warmth of prevailing winds, redefines itself, and all it's contents, with eve...
When I wrote the story the only logical place I found to break it was at the end of BobKat. This is the continuation of that story. This might stand alone, but it will make more sense if you have read the first installment. Again, I tried not to hurt any feelings, hay bales, words or other such critters while writing this story. I went back and tried, to...
It's a long one! Settle in and enjoy! xo firstkiss I woke up long before the first ray of sunshine streaked across my bedroom floor. The excitement of this particular Saturday made it impossible to sleep any longer. For a brief moment, I contemplated going over to the shop for a few hours. The hydraulic lift had been acting up again and it needed tinkering....
I really knew Morty Abel for just a short time. He joined a running group that I coached. I am a corporate trainer and as a result spend an inordinate amount of time traveling. So, I run where I can and coach for a local running store on weekends. Morty showed up one day in an old sweat shirt, baggy sweat pants and "sneakers". He said he wanted to learn how...