**Please be sure to have read chapter 1 before embarking on this one. It will make much better sense** * She woke with a start sometime later. Momentarily disoriented, she blinked and tried to remember what had happened. Her hip hurt like hell...and she was naked in a strange place...not a good combination, she thought to herself. As the prior events of th...
Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the fo...
*** Hi! This is the FIRST installment of CROSSING MOON -- the sequel to Just Being Wolfy series ... This is for you: IZABELLA, thank you for everything! *** I have to point out that there is a probability of grammar mistakes here and there since English is my second language (but I did reread and recheck, so does that count lol?) -- I didn't have this...
The Bar at the smallish hotel off the casino strip was crowded that November night in 2002 as the conquering heroes entered, some with, valid I.D. some without. These football heroes were all in a boisterous mood. They had just had the best day they could possibly have had against the competition, they had played well and comported themselves like real athle...
Emma Frost, Karla's best friend in New York, was the person Karla decided to celebrate her good fortune with. They'd grown up together, Emma the daughter of a wealthy scion, Karla the daughter of the help. Vassar had educated both of them and they'd both started psychiatric practices, New York barely big enough for the both of them. It'd been a while since...
Author's note: There are some darker themes in this chapter. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it. Thanks again to everyone out there who voted and commented on my stories. As always I welcome any and all feedback. Thanks again! ============================================= Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, places and characters are products of my...
This is my contribution to the Author challenge 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song. Please remember to vote at the end and thanks for taking the time to read. A special thanks goes to my editors and beta readers: Carrteun, Ravey19, B00kl0ver314 and AussieGuy52 Copyright (c) 2020 Ada Stuart, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whe...
THE VICAR'S DUTIES On the Saturday afternoon of the vicar's wife's birthday week-end in London with her friend, Sarah, there was a garden party being held in the grounds of one of the wealthier widows of the parish. The widow lived in a large five bedroom mansion, with a large terrace which ran along the length of the rear of the house, with steps leading d...
Sean smiled as he shut the door to his car and dashed up the driveway with his Gamespot bag. His newest purchase was going straight to work. After a drink or two. Actually it was too much work to pour drinks he just grabbed the entire bottle and set it beside him as he put the game in his Xbox 360 and turned the system on. "Damn this game is great!" Sean sho...
At three and a half feet tall she wasn't tall enough to reach the back of the counter, even while standing on tippy-toes and stretching her arm as far as it would go. A frustrated scowl marked her adorable, olive-skinned features and she absently pushed a wave of long brown hair behind an ear in a way that perfectly mirrored her mother. While seeking a solut...