This time, I have tried to 'see' things from a 'sub-perspective' -- hoping you will not just find it 'more of the same'. Comments and critique are as usual very, very welcome -- and thank you for reading. Chapter One Prologue "You coming downstairs? It's getting late and I want to be there on time!" George's voice boomed up the staircase and all th...
Summary: A proud black MILF is gradually dommed by a racist white coed. WARNING 1: This story includes politically incorrect terms (chief among them the infamous N word, and unlike the term of ironic respect it's used as in my stories about whites submitting to blacks, in this story it's used as it commonly is by racists, as an epithet). If such words or co...
Death Falls MIKE CLAYMORE MYSTERY: JANE DOE A novel by David Horton Copyright 2000 Chapter 1:June 26 "Did I hear the phone ringing?" "Mmphmff fmmffh mmm." "Marlene, did you hear the phone ringing?" Mike looks at his watch and sees it's only three am. "Huh! It must have been my imagination. Sorry, love." "Did you say something?" "No. Go back to sleep...
This is the third installment in the Viconia series (which is a trilogy at present but may continue to grow). My special thanks for this one goes to Kevwe, a man who would not settle for anything less then the best. Prologue She screamed. Mixed in the cry was frustration, exhilaration, pain, and victory. The child slid free of her womb, coming to rest ful...
Chapter 1 "Here's to a new day," Chris said with a clank of the rim of her well-used diner coffee mug against her best friend, Anna's, equally battered cup. "A new day and a new me." She sighed heavily, as if saying it might actually make the words believable. She felt exactly the same on the inside as she had for the past month: empty, lonely, foolish for...
Native Dawn Series Book 16 Dawn Released Prologue Nash was a man who kept his promises. He kept his promises to his family, to relation so distant that they weren't really related to him anymore, and to others, virtual strangers, recently taken into the outer edges of the fold. He'd made a promise once. He still kept it to this day. He'd been a different...
This one is due to all the late, sleepless nights spent in Ken's basement as we put together the beginnings of an epic tale. None of us knew at the time just how much it would captivate our imaginations and, hopefully, the imaginations of others. Here's to Ken and Dave. Also note that this is part of a trilogy. The sequel to this is Yamara, and then the thi...
Chapter 1 Erica shuffled nervously in her seat. The cordiality of the greeting had dissipated into an awkward, uncomfortable silence hanging heavily in the air between them. Her eyes fixed on the man's neatly groomed nails, on his soft, chambray button down shirt, on the tiled patterns beneath her feet, on the brilliant sunny afternoon outside of the coffee...
1. "Your new book is selling pretty well," said Irina Slonimska, Roger's editor. "Plumbing for the Panic-Stricken fills a definite need. I don't mind telling you that it saved me several hundred dollars in New York City plumbers' bills when I was editing the manuscript." "Did it really?" asked Sharon Hillstein, eying her old college roommate across the t...
Prologue The villagers were terrified of the wolf. They feared the wolf's unusual white pelt. The strangeness of such a creature in a bland, flat land of nothing but dull greens and browns was seen as a bad omen. Draught plagued their crops. Disease stole their children in the night. The wild game they depended on to survive the long winter still ahead of t...