"Saved your life?" Justine asked. "Yes saved my life." Josephine confirmed. David didn't say anything but kept Josephine's hand in his. He had known at some point the subject would come up but he hadn't expected it to be so soon. Justine looked at David and then her mother and made a decision. "We'll talk about that later." she said. "The important thing...
Jeremiah watched with envy as Josh Archer was led away to begin his three-hundred year sentence. While it was true that other than immortality and the ability to heal that Josh was for all practical purposes powerless, he would still be free. A small part of him wished that he could lie well enough so that his sentence would be reduced but he also knew tha...
NB: So here we are at the final chapter! I want to thank wildheartedangel for being patient and helping me edit this chapter. Also to all my readers and fellow twitters who have encouraged me and sent me comments and emails, thank you so very much. They really make my day. =) *** When Draven stirred awake, he was greeted by the scent of the forest; warm an...
"Under pressure," Thomas "T.J." Julien said to himself as he walked into the office of Stephen Docker, smug-faced scheduling manager for Secure Task, the security company he happened to work for. The bozo knows I live in Vanier and he sends my Black ass out to Kanata, an hour and a half away by bus, T.J. grumbled, and he rubbed his hands. He honestly wanted...
So like vote and stuff cause ya'll haven't been doing that much lately and it's slightly annoying. :p * All of my nervousness and doubts disappear when Frank opens the door for me. I smile up at him as I take his hand and climb out of his rather impossibly low car. Wrapping my arm around his we walk into the forest toward the hill he had talked me into let...
Decades ago when I was still a fairly young man, there was a quiet pub in my corner of London that was popular among gentlemanly American sailors. Not the sort of rowdy drunken loudmouths that gave their country a bad name, mind you, but their more mature brethren who enjoyed a quiet drink and pleasant conversation by the fireside before returning to sea. Ha...
The secret lives of women never cease to boggle our collective imaginations, especially when dealing with the fierce, beautiful, embattled and triumphant Black American female. The heroine of our tale, Josephine Montagnard, is the living example of a study in contradictions. She was born in the City of Hampton, Georgia, to middle-class African-American paren...
XLVII The shock of losing Maisie hit Emma harder than she could have ever imagined. She lost the will to get up in the morning, to care for herself, and even to go to work. Every venture into the world beyond her house was a struggle. She hated the looks she got from other people, and imagined that everyone was aware of her loss, whereas, of course, most p...
XXI Occasionally, Emma and Charlotte would meet together after work at a naturist cafe a short walk from their flat. It was not a particularly large cafe, and Charlotte often found it a little too cool for wearing no clothes, but it was a very intimate place and Charlotte enjoyed sitting with Emma just holding her hands and sometimes gazing into her beautif...
(Disclaimer: These characters are mine. Any similarities between those living and dead, is purely coincidental.) John Vanderbuilt was recently widowed and a young man only twenty-nine years old. Most of his wealth was inherited from his father who had it passed to him by his father. He was from a very long and prestigious line. The old money was made in st...