The Native Dawn Series Book 11 Rogue Dawn book 7 Dawn's Path Prologue Angel pounded her fist against the table with such force that the cherry wood veneer splintered into toothpick sized shards. Angry didn't begin to define her reaction to Kayla's news. "I can't believe you're considering this!" she shouted. Rage tinted her normally brown eyes, infusing...
Chapter 1 Dick Savage, full name Richard Fabian Savage, was orphaned at the age of twelve when his parents and sister drowned in a boating accident. Both lots of grandparents lived far away and didn't hold out an adoptive hand to him because all four were aware of his unruly behavior already had resulted in his four appearances in the Juvenile Court. So mu...
CHAPTER 1: WINGED TERROR The morning mist hung low over the valley, the obscuring haze blanketing the forests and fields below, reflecting the vibrant reds and oranges of the rising sun. The shepherd shielded his eyes for a moment as he looked out over the vista, the chill wind whipping at his long beard and tugging at his cloak. He wrapped the garment aro...
Another MIKE CLAYMORE MYSTERY: Marcel A novel by David Horton Copyright 2020 Chapter 1 It's Friday, January 2nd,1998 and the Claymore household is quite still after the panic of the New Years Eve party of Wednesday last. Guests at their home included Trudy and all her kids. It was not the ideal way to settle into a new home but all in all, it had g...
Chapter 1 Trissieal flapped her long white feathered wings, gliding over the beautiful white puffy clouds below. There was nothing but clouds for several miles. There were other Angels like her flying over the clouds of Paradise and many of them greeted her, bowing their heads to their Queen. Also, walking atop the solid clouds were the guards of Paradise,...
I>Author's note: I was originally planning on this tale being a short story in the First Time category, but being a novelist at heart, it ballooned on me a bit. Even after editing, it's still better than ninety-thousand words. I didn't want to break it up into separately published sections, so I decided to put it here, in the Novels and Novellas category, wh...
"Seventeen-Twenty-Five from dispatch," squawked the radio. Liz Harrison, our lead dispatcher, was working the day shift in the communication center. I always loved it when Liz was working dispatch, instead of stuck in her office supervising. Liz had a silky, smoky voice that would make any 1-900 phone sex girl envious. I keyed the button on my lapel mike f...
December 29th (Wednesday) I'd just gotten home from work. I threw off my sweat stained uniform, tossed it in on the couch and made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my boxers. "It's too damn hot in this apartment." I muttered to myself and cut on the central air. I usually hated using the AC, it always grew too cold too rapidly, but it was unse...
THE LAST THING I NEED IS ANOTHER INTERN "You've gotta be kidding me. No! I put up with that for four months last year." My voice was somewhat stern, almost belligerent as the words spilled out of my mouth. Without even realizing it, I had slammed my hand down on the top of the desk. It's not the way most people would talk to their direct report on the job s...
A BLUE CHRISTMAS In July ChloeTzang created an event "In a Sunburned Country" and invited writers to write a story based in Australia timed to coincide with the Melbourne Cup, which is about as important to Aussies as New Year's Eve is to Scots, St Patrick's Day ... etc etc. This is my rather irreverent but affectionate offering in my attempt at narrating...