Note: This is the complete story with all 11 chapters. I have previously posted three excerpts from this book entitled Pleasing the Huntsman, Breakfast Served, and Something Desired. I hope you enjoy getting the broader context of the story and about the stupid hyphenated words - they're not done intentionally by me, but occur when I copy/paste the text over...
***** Built In Her Image ***** Karen's bedroom came into focus as the sound of clanging steel stole Sara from her slumber. Her head jerked towards the door, where she could hear an announcer on some show state, "Alright, blacksmiths. Time's up, hammers down." Andrew was watching his forging show again, and Sara just smiled and shook her head, returning to...
Warning: There are events containing graphic violence in the story. If you are a minor... man, you've gone really far into this (this is the 12th chapter already!). If you are likely to be offended by graphic violence, chances are, you will be offended. Proceed at your own risk. You have been warned. * * * * * Prince Roberto of Aragon, the future heir of t...
-1- The story was good for headlines in the tabloids, while the big city papers ran it lower, but still on the front page. Experts and pseudo-experts were called in to give their assessments and opinions. Television talking heads bantered about the mystery from one end of the country to the other and even over-seas. Some stories, even on a single person, ca...
Deep in the Himalayas, in another time when the world is quite different than today there is a valley. It is flanked by the snow-clad crags of the closest mountains and is home to a happy and proud people. The beauty of the valley is without peer in this world with the granite cliffs butting up against a thick, dark, fragrant rain forest. In the valley are s...
Hi folks, please be forewarned. This is a very long story. I haven't written one of those in a while and i keep getting e-mails asking for them, so as fall approaches and we all have more inclination to sit down in front of the fire with a nice long read, I decided to indulge. Those of you who want a quick story with a lot of sex scenes should probably skip...
Prologue: 21st April 2013 My name is Jim Baines. Born in Nottingham, England, October, 1978. White. Male. Thirty-four years old. Eleven stone, six pounds as of last Saturday. Five-feet eleven. And honest, with it. Could have said six feet and, well, it's not like you'd have ever known, is it? But I've always had a thing about accuracy. A bit OCD maybe. Lik...
Author's note: This story has swapping, infidelity, watching your wife with other men, drugs and some violence (not against women), so if any of that bothers you don't read any further. I have very little knowledge about drugs (or many things) so please forgive me if my story is loose with the facts. Chapter 1 - Introductions Why did I become a tax attorn...
Rhiana could barely remember how long she had been enslaved now. Somewhere in the back of her mind were some distant memories, long forgotten scenes almost viewed through someone else’s eyes. Images of playing with her sisters on a family vacation aged only six years; classroom lessons at high school; collecting glasses in the Three Brooks, trying to catch t...
Here it is, my contribution to the "Welcome To The New World" event. I hope you like it. I couldn't believe he was gone. He was thirty-five, six years older than I was. Way too young to die. Then again, he didn't die a natural death. He died a horrible miserable death on the streets of some third-world shithole, gunned down with several of the men he was tr...