A sampler of tales that I have written or are about to write. * * * * * As winter approaches, the world embraces the joys of this holiday season. Even in the sleepy, yet mysterious hamlet of Remmington, California, the jubilee is celebrated in it's own unique & sometimes grisly manners. Let's me guide you on a tour to visit some of the residents of the com...
Addie Scott glanced up in disgust as the transit car's door opened with a blast of chill snowy air. Two figures slid in on the tail of the blast and settled giggling in a rear corner seat. The homeless bundle drowsing, bestirred itself to see if he could panhandle from the newcomers and lapsed back into his stupor as the doors bumped shut. Addie sniffed dubi...
Life has been interesting. Work and responsibilities have changed, which has cut back on my writing time. I promised a new chapter of Luc and Meg. It's full of Sneaky Bastard Bad Guys, albeit light on the sex. Hope you enjoy this story. Five years have passed... Luc's head snapped up from the computer he was connecting in the lab on the first floor. Look...
With the lousy, icy weather we have been experiencing lately, I decided to ride the bus to get to and from work. No need to risk wrecking my car on the slippery roads. On my way home after work one night, things got a little more interesting. I had my heavy coat on over my white blouse and skirt, but it was really warm in the back seat of the bus on the rid...
Chapter 1 Hell on earth is a crowded subway train at 6:00 a.m. in the morning, Adele thought, looking at the bent heads and blank faces of her fellow straphangers. She rode the number two train downtown to 23rd Street, where she played executive assistant to her psychotic boss: Mindy Corentini. Mindy was a trust fund baby. The only child of Apollo Corenti...
"Samuel, I'm sorry but I'm just not interested, besides, I'm with someone else," Esther Voltaire said to me, after I confessed my feelings to her. Esther, the queen of the Haitian Adventist church of Ottawa, and the gal I've worshipped since High School. One bright Saturday morning I decided to tell her how I feel, and as you can see, the results were less t...
Oscar Vinson spent most of his time in prison either in solitary or in the infirmary. Convicted sex abusers of children have trouble making it out alive. His minor martial arts skills were no match for the numbers and the street fighting skills of his various assailants. Somehow, he gave a good account of himself and managed to survive the beatings, torture,...
I rubbed the back of my tender neck. The hotel barber had done a good job on my hair, even though I'd presented him with months of overgrowth. He'd cut the back and sides tight to my skull, closer than I'd worn it since before I got married. I liked the way it made the gray at my temples seem like it might just be a trick of the light. I looked like my fathe...
Her name is Julie, she's four feet eight inches tall and light maybe one-hundred pounds soaking wet. Her hair is red, long and not terribly well kept, she wears no makeup but her green eyes shine when she looks at you. She wears a dirty plain white t shirt that's too big over a old ratty purple sports bra that holds her pleasantly sized C cup breasts, old ta...
William was tired of it all. He felt trapped going from table to table and talking to boring, uptight people who only wanted to speak with him since he was a prince. Pretty rich girls dressed in beautiful designer dresses gathered around him giggling and batting their eyelashes trying to catch his attention. It wasn't unusual for him to be around classy rich...