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SIW : Christopher Saint Ives -- Whelan. As always I'm thanking my faithful editor Asylumseeker for his swift work, The Guild and Jaz for their everlasting support. My tweeps for their continuous support and nagging to keep on writing. Without much further ado, enjoy the read. Don't forget to comment/vote/feedback. It's our payment we crave so much ;-) Mo...
Note to readers -- this story is a rewrite and combination of my two previous Eros stories. Chapter 1 -- the dhows I wonder who they are, Reenah thought. She lifted her hand to shield her eyes against the blinding reflection of the midday sun. The beach sand was white like the snow topping mount Achnor, and this time of day the sun god made everyone acknow...
Billy's eyebrows shot up and his jaw dropped and his brain fizzled out for a few moments as he tried to process what she had said. Unfortunately every time it reset it came back to the 'She's Pregnant' before having to reset. Eventually he was able to speak. "Pregnant? But how?" To put it bluntly his brain decided now was a good time for not just needing a...
Chapter 8 Moving On Valerie slowly rose out of sleep, conscious of only her lover lying next to her, their arms draped across each other. She shifted a bit and winced as the welts from the caning throbbed at being stretched. Valerie smiled and moved again, anxious to feel the evidence of having been reclaimed by her Master. The pain in her ass was matched...
November 12 1834 I am overjoyed, today Mr Van Wettering asked me to marry him, and at last I will be free of the oppressive restraint of my Uncle. Tomorrow he is going to ask my Uncle for my hand. I do so hope he says yes, as I don't think I could bear it to see the hope of release and then it be dashed away from me. November 13 1834 Oh joy, my Uncle has...
Yes, I'm back. But, as a warning from the get-go, updates will probably be a few weeks apart (at least), since the "real world" kind of has a monopoly on my time, these days. Anyway, I hope you enjoy Chapter 5. Let me know what you think. As always, happy reading. ~Eve Even with his back to her, Anna could see the rage wash over Jason. It was clear in...
She lived in an apartment complex at the north end of town, what would have been the wrong side of the tracks if there were a railroad. The buildings needed paint, the trash needed picking up, the outdoor lights were in tough shape. It was the kind of place where you worried about who might be waiting in the stairwells at night. I followed her up the narrow...
Author's Note: My apologies to my readers. Every now and again, something strange crawls into my mind. This story was caused by reading Anne Rice's book 'The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty.' I thought the book was one thing, and found it to be something very different. It is out of my system now and I will return to my novel that nears completion. It will be on...
On the plane, we took to come back to Italy, there was another mixed couple like us: he was Italian, and she was from Moscow. They had the seats close to ours, just on the other side of the corridor. So we started to talk, and we became friends. They too had come to Moscow for the New Year, to visit the parents of hers. And they too lived in Tuscany, close t...