Morgan could not believe this woman was seriously listening to Boys to Men so loudly she could hear it from her headphones. She also couldn't believe she had forgotten her own earbuds this morning when she left for work thirteen hours ago. She was tired and had a long ride ahead of her and did not need to be reminded that some people were on their way to dri...
Morgan Stiles is a forty-something redneck who was born and bred in West Texas, and lately, he and his wife Kirsten Simpson-Stiles have been having problems. Kirsten is originally from Boston, Massachusetts, and finds it hard to adapt to the life of a Texan housewife. Morgan works at the Bank of Lubbock, which is basically a puffed-up credit union trying to...
As she lounged in her chic downtown office, which she customized herself, Vanessa stared at her favorite client. That client was Dr. Morgan Latrell. A sex therapist. A young, fashionable and hip one at that, who was fun, charming, and brought in lots of revenue. Isn't that every professional's dream client? She even wore those unnecessary thick framed glass...
Part 1 of 3: The Unexpected Inheritance "There must be a mistake somewhere." Nicole shook her head as she reviewed pages of legal documents. She double checked her mother's will to ensure that the information was correct. "Everything is in order," Mr. Messersmith stated. "I can assure you of that." "You know that my mother was a devout Catholic right?"...
A knock at the door of the cabin interrupted Morgan's vivid memories. Her eyes focused again on the paperwork in the dying candlelight. "Come in," she called out, hand poised at reach for her pistol just in case. It was her first mate and dear friend, Fredrick, who had sailed with her for near 7 years now. "Only me," he reassured her, knowing that she wo...
The incessant ringing of his Blackberry pulled Dan from a restless slumber. Eyes still closed, warding off the bright light that filtered through the shades, he clumsily felt around the bedside table until his fingers closed around the device. "What?" he managed to grumble, his mouth parched from last night's Christmas celebration. "Dude, are you up? I've...
Halloween night had to be, by far, the worst night that one could choose to study. When Morgan had planned her study session after bombing her last Clinical Procedures exam, she had thought Monday would be a perfect, quiet day to focus. She had laid out all of her books, and notepads then grabbed a few snacks and a glass of wine before hunkering down on t...
Chapter Three: Perspective Later That Night Baghdad, Iraq "So it could have been much, much worse," Major Bhandari continued. She traced out several small lines on the x-ray photograph of Morgan's ankle. "From what I surmise, either one of the hostiles had fallen in between your leg and the grenade when it blew, or you're simply phenomenally lucky to have...
After our threesome, we all fell asleep, exhausted by the action. I was awoken the next morning by the sunlight coming through the blinds, which had been left slightly angled open. The sun cast line shadows through the slats and onto our bodies, Morgan's head was on my shoulder, her arm draped across my chest. Meredith was plastered to my side in such a way...
Part one: Creation & Discovery She lived in the testing chamber, it was her home. She was the best so far in a series of genetic experiments. The scientists wanted to create the ultimate in sex appeal, but without the risk of disease. At least, that was what they were told by their superior, Dr. Dorein Setar. They had gotten the no-disease part down easy;...