CHAPTER 1 Zane Maddox knew his publishing editor was getting her own back, the bitch. They'd had a couple of big rows because he was late sending in final chapters... 'Dragging his ball and chain,' she'd vented. Apparently no other author had been courageous enough to call her a 'Loopy New York lesbo gone loco'. She'd screamed back abuse, quite the most d...
Thank you for your interest in reading this second chapter of Going Under. I would suggest that if you are unfamiliar with this story, you might like to read the first chapter before enjoying this one, as it will add significantly to the character development. However, if you would prefer not to, please enjoy this installment, this as I'm confident that you...
"So we might be having a guest next month," she said casually, under the circumstances. "Actually a new friend who I think will be a fun visitor. No one has stayed in the casita for weeks." "And someone who is not a family member, for months," I said In the spirit of the conversation, if not the moment,. " Will you tell me more about this 'new friend,' or d...
Stephanie awoke as David gently shook her shoulder. She blinked as the blazing sunlight streaming into the room dazzled her and automatically tried to raise her hand to her eyes to shade them, only to be brought short by her restraints. David took pity on her and moved so that his body blocked the glare. "How are you feeling?" he asked. Stephanie took a mo...
Kirsty stared out over the relatively smooth waters of the North Sea. Even though it was after ten, the sun had still not fully set this far north. Was it prophetic somehow? When she had left all those months ago, it had been dark almost all day and night. Now at the height of summer it was just the opposite. Almost constant sunlight. It certainly felt lik...
- Arrival - The gallery took up the entire ground floor of the converted storehouse in one of the posh areas of the redeveloped docklands. Bright light spilled through the extensive window panes cut into the old brick facade and peering inside, she could see throngs of exquisitely dressed people swirling around the big room, forming stationary vertices in f...
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Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place after Season 7, but deviates from canon after that. ***** Sansa Stark was barely through the door of her bedchamber when she was forcefully turned around and pulled into a rough bruising kiss. For a horrible second she...
Author's note - Hi everyone! I hope you all enjoy my latest story. I love hearing feedback and knowing what you all think of my stories, so don't be shy! Have fun :) *********** I checked my watch, making sure it was exactly 7 o'clock before knocking on the room door. I had been pacing down the corridor for the past five minutes wanting to be exactly on t...
As a writer here, I am quite different. I write for women! I write in the 1st and 2nd person present text. I write for those women that are sexually bored, sadly underappreciated in their roles as girlfriend, wife and mother, or frightfully inhibited, but hiding a secret insatiable fantasy side...I write for those women that yearn to be in the grasp of str...