*Whoever said 'it takes two' didn't run away fast enough* (Thanks from many plus Shawhollow for the edit) Lydia Davies was hanging out after work with several of her co-workers from her mother's boutique when she saw this cute guy that she'd helped with some lingerie shopping a few months back. He'd been awkward in a cute way, shy yet determined to find...
Author's note: This is the sequel to the first chapter of the "Snowy's Visit" trilogy (last chapter to be published soon). To fully understand everything that is happening in this story, it is highly recommended to read the previous chapter before taking this one into your hands. Also, unlike the first chapter, this one and the final, third chapter are (i....
Lydia zipped up her overnight bag and gave herself one last once-over in the mirror. Coltish limbs, sharp green eyes and a mass of appealing chestnut hair falling across her shoulders. Her pert young breasts thrust against the cotton of her flowery summers dress. Lydia's gym-toned bum and lissome long legs were emphasised by expensive wedges. And underneat...
"THE DRAWING OF FOUR" EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn AUTHOR'S NOTE: "While a lot of the people who have followed this series guessed the meaning of the subtitle to this chapter, some found it vague. It simply refers to the full introduction of the four main characters, Lydia, Michael, Maricel and Steven into the story. Also, I'...
Lydia Wiseman eyed the brooding male specimen from across the packed room. Her husband's poker buddy was stood exchanging casual banter with a few other men, none of whom she recognized..He looked good tonight, she thought, dressed smartly casual in dark sand trousers and a perfectly pressed black shirt, the first two buttons of which were undone, exposing t...
Inside Jorrvaskr, the headquarters of the Companions of Whiterun, the sounds of a fight could be heard. It was not unfamiliar experience to any in Whiterun who passed, but this time the fighters were particularly special. The Last Dragonborn, known as Dovahkiin to many, stood bareheaded for once. He was on one side of the sparring circle, his hands upraised...
INTRODUCTION In a near-filled church, Conrad and Lydia Fitzgerald held hands while watching their youngest daughter Bella at the altar in the process of being married to Fergus McDuff. The youngsters had met unromantically, being arrested for drunkenness. When they appeared in Court next morning they were let off by the Judge who probably remembered his ow...
Her hand shook as she reached for the cold metal door knob of the coffee house. The unusual Memphis winter had brought snow earlier in the day. The cold appeared to have been collected in this one door handle and it scalded her hand with it's fiery coldness through her gloves. Lydia was more nervous than she had ever been in most of her life. As the door s...
Lydia felt especially naughty that morning. Even more so than usual, if that was possible. Perhaps it was the fact that she was on her first overnight trip with her new man, albeit less than a hundred miles from her home. Or more likely, was the fact that she had just gotten, as the Brits might say, "royally and properly fucked" by pre-dawn this morning....
The annual trip to Bear Mountain for Franklin Baptist Church was underway. Several members of the DC based church boarded buses for a 4-day weekend getaway. This time was a little different. Ten years prior, the church filled three buses, but with church attendance and membership down, there were barely enough to fill two. Brian Ellis had grown to hate the...