Author's Note: While writing the Call Girl and the Businessman, I find myself drifting away to the weather outside. I had always been fascinated by weather. Taking a short respite from the Call Girl, I write this short story where, instead of the musky saturation before rain, I write about romance in the rain itself. There are parallels in this story with Th...
Chapter 3: Retro Film Day Outside his home, Martin paused uncertainly, hand on his own door lever. Beyond were his mother and sister. His family. He tried his best to plaster the scents, sights, and sounds of his home over the rest of his day: The ringing of his mother's oven when a batch of cookies was done, the scratch of his sister's pencil as she worked...
Crystal smiled, and kept up appearances. While there was joy to be had in the annual Harper family Christmas gathering, the sting of what happened simply wouldn't allow her to fully enjoy the festivities. As everyone rose from their seats to adjourn to the kitchen to play Hearts, Crystal's mother asked, "Are you going to play?" She kept a smile on her face...
The following is a complete work of fiction inspired by Roman history, with a strong fantasy aspect for the use of artistic license. For those who wrote to me about this series regarding its lack of overly explicit sexual content, I will state for your peace of mind that it is NOT a stroke story. If that interests you, you'd be better off reading something e...
"Your love scenes just aren't up to much," said the director. It hit her in her stomach like a red hot burning arrow. "Maybe you just need a break, Katie," he said gently, knowing that an actress' confidence is integral to her performance, and if he ruined her confidence, his film would be in tatters. "We have had a fairly strenuous filming schedule. Tak...
Chase stared with growing unease at the narrow causeway that stretched out across the churning waters of the small bay. Lined on either side by a sloping buffer of massive rocks and broken stones, it connected the moors to the castle and appeared to be the only way in or out. The castle itself was a marvel of masonry, a part of the earth that clung to the cl...
This is my entry for the 2009 Halloween contest. Thank you (ahead of time!) for reading and voting. Please comment as I love to hear from you as to what you liked or disliked!! Enjoy! * My name is Amelia Sutton and I want to tell you a story. It is a story about how I came to Full Moon House. It's also about why I can never leave. I spent most of my you...
Warnings: If you're just here for sex, it'll be a while till you get there. Hope you like dialogue. M/F sex. Bi-sexuality mentioned. Language. Mild angst. A bit of sap at the end. Timeframe: TTT Filming; Edoras Notes: I stole a couple references from the DVDs...special features and extended version. As always, this is fiction. It never happened. The belie...
Here in the desert, the sun knew no mercy. Imutai tried not to slouch on her horse, but the leaden heat crushed her, squeezing the sweat from her sun-abused skin, parching her throat and chapping her lips. But Imutai did not complain. Born in the saddle and reared on the wind-battered steppes, she had learned never to complain, but only to grit her teeth a...
Robin bit his lip as he stood shivering in the cold, clutching his pen and sketch pad close to his chest. He'd been stood out in the cold for over an hour alone, stood tight to the securities metal railing to ensure he would have the absolute best spot. He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seepe...