Off the village of Tiputa, Rangiroa Atoll, French Polynesia Saturday Morning The woman sat in the sailboat's cockpit, her legs stretched out in the sun, her eyes fixed on the thatched-roof cottages that rimmed the palm-lined shore less than a hundred yards away. The sun had been up for less than three hours but already the morning air was thick and warm, a...
Chapter Seventeen: The takedown. Hawk's point of view Jordan had just gone down when I heard a shot behind me and a slug exploded into the ground beside my head. I rolled madly to my left as more shots rang out. Arthur didn't seem smart enough to have fooled us, so the bad guys must have tailed him. Too bad they weren't as stupid as Arthur. When the firin...
She is waiting to see him. Her breath catches in her throat as she walks through the sterile prison halls. This isn't the main compound, where the prisoners are kept. This is a special building made specifically for...visitation. Conjugal visits are common place around the world but not in the United States. Only five states maintain the right of conjugal vi...
***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). ENJ...
I must thank MrWhiteTiger who loved this and wrote a corresponding piece from Griff's point of view. He has promised to post his version as well as soon as this is up, and I've edited his. So check back. M, so glad you liked and I hope to keep working with you on the whole Griff and Georgie storyline. *********************************** "Georgia, take th...
Alauria placed her fingers on the piano keys, poised to create a new composition. It had been a long time since she'd written anything new, and since the night she'd been humiliated, she'd wanted nothing more than to pour her feelings into something productive. Music seemed to be the only outlet she felt comfortable with, but whenever she tried to play, she...
These stories are written fun, not for profit. If you don't like the content, punctuation, or whatever go to a library. ***************************** It has been an incredibly long time since the publication of the previous chapter. Penny was a real Mormon wife that told me a real Mormon story. Almost six years later I have opted to finish the story on m...
Chapter One: Welcome Aboard Hawk Local erotic writer found murdered and sexually mutilated in his home. Is his death connected to the weeklong cruise for erotic writers leaving port today? That was a good question. I couldn't decide if the newspaper article on page eight of the local Miami rag was trying to make me feel good or bad. It might be good becau...
(I was taking a well-deserved ski vacation in Vermont when I found what looked to be a book of some sort frozen beneath some ice. I chipped the book out and found it to be some kind of hand written diary. Fifteen full pages in all. From where I had found it, I assumed it would have fallen or been thrown from the cliff above. The last few lines of the book co...
Jenny and Daniel had been friends since they'd both been in diapers. They grew up together, right next door to each other. Every day, they would walk to school side by side, all the way up to 12th grade. They were both 18. Jenny had long, wavy, light brown hair. In sunlight one could see her blonde highlights. Her green eyes were beautifully shaped. Daniel...