Wednesday morning my phone rang at my bedside. It was Kim, Dr. Kim Geiler-Callaghan, my research partner and mentor. The clock read 8:38 a.m. "Good morning, Sunshine," she said far too cheerily. "Mnng Km," I mumbled. Hey, at least I recognized her voice. "Ah, I've obviously awakened you," she said observantly while stifling a chuckle. "It's time I got u...
My name is Mark Thompson and I was born and raised in a small town a few miles southeast of Houston, Texas. My parents, Michael and Kerrie Thompson, were both professionals that commuted back and forth into Houston every day. They were both attorneys, but my father however, was a federal judge. My mother had no political ambitions therefore; she chose to be...
Chapter 1 Gwen After wiping my face free of sweat for the thousandth time with the bottom of my shirt, I grunted in frustration and pulled the shirt all the way off, reducing myself to a dark blue sports bra and paint-smeared jeans. Normally such a bold move would be unthinkable but the heat trumped modesty and besides, I was alone in the sweltering art st...
Prologue This a rewrite of the story first published in 2008 as the Reluctant Spy. I have altered the plot in some very significant ways, and renamed the story. I have tried to make the story historically accurate. The action in the story took place in a critical phase of the war and is totally fictional, But this was the year when the Germans invaded Russi...
Julie's left hand immediately grasped the base of his shaft while her right hand continued to stroke him with hard, rapid movements. She moved her head back slightly and to the left in order to get a better view of his orgasm. "Catch it! Catch it!" she screamed, as I watched Craig's entire body freeze under the girl's insistent tugging. The first spurt of...
Note from the Author: I apologize to all my readers for the long delay in getting Ch. 10 online. Life has a nasty habit of intervening when you are busy making other plans it seems. Chapter 11 will mark the final chapter of this story and I hope to have it online by the end of the summer. Happy reading! * The first person to see us as we made our way acro...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
Prologue This story is a rewrite of a story I previously wrote entitled "Coming Home." I have used many of the same characters but the plot has changed significantly. It is as far as possible historically accurate although of course the characters and the plot are fictional. The Nazi U Boat threat in 1941 was gradually strangling the UK supply lines and Me...
His first sensation was one of motion, of floating forward through no power or will of his own. Hot, humid air assaulted his face and chest and privates, which he suddenly realized seemed to be totally naked. The air was so moist and burning he could barely breathe. He noted that his body's lighter than air movement was not quite smooth, but rather jerky,...
Day One: The Wedding On the day of his wedding, Jonathan Rupert Stanford was up before the sun. It was a murky December morning; the fog had rolled in overnight, lit from within by streetlights and headlights and brake lights, so that the world was suffused with a dim, diffuse glow. Jon thought it beautiful, and appropriate for fifteen days before Christmas...