Our bodies change as we hit middle-age, with bumps splodging out and heading south, and while I know I can still turn heads, and my fiancé thinks I'm gorgeous, I'm a size 10 and my body is pretty nifty for over fifty, my middle-aged body just isn't as firm as it used to be. The idea of being body-shamed by younger, prettier women is something I fantasize abo...
JULY 15, 89: What a fine and glorious day! A slight breeze carries a comfortable temperature all through the city. The sun is bright and chipper, but there's more to my happiness than weather! In addition to our blessed nature, I continue receiving amicable visitors. I don't have a moment's peace for people keep stopping by, saying hi, congratulations, so o...
August 2017 "Sergeant major, huh? That's pretty high up there, ain't it?" the much-older man asked as he filled his truck with gas. "Oh, I don't know. I mostly just did the best job I could do the entire time I was on active duty and let the promotions take care of themselves." The truth was, Kane Archer had reached the pinnacle of his profession by makin...
JOB DESCRIPTIONS Hi there, my name is Igor Stiffpounder, and I'm a diener. No, make that a senior assistant diener. I was promoted last month. In other words, I work with the dead. However, most of my deceased helpmates just lollygag around and are of no help whatsoever. Sometimes I almost feel as though I'm working solo. That's one of the reasons I've go...
Chapter Eight Ginger Olsen was a mixture of the cute girl next door and a very high-end escort all rolled up in one beautiful and enticing package, Carson thought, as he stood across the hotel lobby waiting for her to finish checking in. She was five-eleven, muscular, graceful, had naturally radiant copper-colored hair, sparkling blue eyes, and was full of...