Created by Patricia51 and Linda_s Two cops help a new mom move on with her life. Special thanks to Patricia51 and LadyCibelle. You guys are wonderful friends! LadyCibelle is the best editor I have ever known. And thanks to my newest friend, Roxanne Appleby. Her stories are suffused with warm-heartedness and caring, which I hope I can show in the stories I...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know I'm writing these things like hotcakes, right? Shh, let a girl dream. About chapter two being on the Novels and Novellas category... I don't know what happened there. Maybe one of the comments got to me a bit more than I'd like to admit. Vicious :) But it's back to being in Romance, because I've decided it tis so! Romance isn't ju...
By woodmanone copyright 2010 This story is the culmination of a trilogy that started with "The Trail West". The next section "Winterborn" took place in the same era with events that shaped and guided the characters. "The Gathering" continues in the same time frame and with the same characters and their ever changing lives. To reacquaint the readers "The T...
I don't think that I was ever so happy to go on vacation. After finishing a very long, difficult job, I needed time away. I took the job soon after my marriage fell apart and I had gone through an ugly divorce, and it was a great way to focus my energies and frustrations. By now I was feeling much better about myself, and life in general. The slow season f...
It was after ten when I left Aunt Joyce's house on Friday evening. It is our ladies gab night when we do our nails. The main topic that evening being the wedding. Danny was upstairs in his new study when I let myself in and locked the doors behind me. I spend all my Friday and Saturday nights with him now. I went immediately to my office and put our weddi...
FIRST CONTACT Oedipus "Fast Eddie" Cronejammer felt the icy wind against his neck as he waited for the transport vehicle. So far he had waited 20 minutes, and nothing. He leaned back against the side of the deserted shop, which was composed of crumbling red bricks and a broken picture window featuring decapitated manikins - in other words about what you mig...
The morning sky was grey and cloudy, and a steady rain had been pouring down for about an hour when I got there. The uniforms had found the guy sitting up against a plastic dumpster behind a dingy little neighborhood bar on West Elm. At first they thought he was just drunk. Down in that part of Chicago, anything can turn up, and drunks are just part of the n...
“I received a phone call today,” my wife Lynn said as I came in from work. “Oh! Who from?” I asked. “Well, I probably don’t need to tell you “his” name,” she stated teasingly. With surprise I blurted out, “Randy?” “Yes, it was he,” she replied with a twinkle in her sexy eyes. “What in the hell did he want?” I demanded. I guess that I had asked with...
I met Sammy in college. We were both freshmen attending Northwestern, where I was a Journalism major and she was Political Science. Our families both had some old wealth and we both had lower aspirations than our family's respective businesses. Our families were both Conservative and we each felt idealistic and were going to rebel from that. You could say...
Red-Faced on the Red-Eye Part 1 Sara boarded her first-ever international flight wearing a long, pink, scoop-back sundress a bright smile on her face, thrilled about her plans for her upcoming vacation. The slender Irish co-ed had been invited by her American friend Rosie to spend a beach vacation together, and the two 21-year-olds decided to meet at an...