Chapter One Rodrigo de Toledo brushed his eyes. He was lying in the small boat where he had jumped in the middle of the tempest that had broken the caravel's masts the night before. He shivered at the memory of the huge waves pushing the men into the ocean, while the ship inclined dangerously and the thick curtain of rain made it impossible to see two yards...
Her name was Olana, and she had needed a ride from Florian to Azura. Lucky for her, Marik was headed in just that direction. She helped him load up his cargo containers and he chose this opportunity to lay the groundwork. He was just kind enough to have her drop her guard but not flirtatious at all. Marik always let them come to him. It was much easier that...
"Can you guess where I'm from?" Janice Goetsch asked, a wry grin on her face, as she sat opposite Mamadou Saraki inside the Carleton University library. They were on the third floor, the so-called quiet floor, and instead of working on their Death Penalty: Opposite Viewpoints assignment, they were bantering while a fresh sheen of snow blanketed campus, and t...
Thanks to azure_skies for being my editor. * Being a native to New Orleans, I had been through many Mardi Gras seasons. My parents were rather uptight though. I was confined to the tame areas near the universities where my parents both worked. So despite being a native, I had never been to the French Quarter on Mardi Gras day. And the French Quarter is whe...
The hot Brazilian sun shone off her thick red hair as she tromped down the "suggestion" of a path through the dense jungle. Her skin already a salmon shade of pink even under the SPF 40 she had slapped on before setting out. She'd been in the small village a week before one of the locals had suggested this hike and had drawn her a small map. She was headed...
My fingers drum impatiently on the steering wheel as I wait for the light to change. I cannot wait to get to Aaron's house for the party, even if I've just been included as the "paid guest". Which really means, I'm there to keep on an eye on the rugrats, but I will be, hopefully, free to party at least a little. My mind wanders as I think back to the phone...
My name is Eric Musevini. I'm a tall, good-looking young man of African-American and Italian descent. Six feet two inches tall, lean and muscular, with light bronze skin, curly black hair and pale green eyes. That's me in a nutshell. What do I love doing? Oh, many things. I love walking through the park. Watching good clean shows on television. Eating Ice Cr...
I wrote this story for someone. I would love feedback to see if anyone is interested in me continuing the story. Thanks for the feedback! * It had been years since I had last been to Montreal. It has been one of my favorite cities since the first time I visited it more than 20 years ago. I had stayed away too long, and missed this beautiful city. It was J...
The jungle around Laura and her entourage of black-suited Pentagram warriors was filled with sound as the beasts of its domain went about their business whilst remaining oblivious to the naked and bound woman in their midst. For her part, Laura was struggling against the urge to capitulate to the feeling of desperation that clawed at the back of her mind. A...
Continuation of "Erica Meets the African executives" "Erica Travels to Africa" and the four-part series "My Wife Expands her Love life" ***** Erica woke on Saturday morning with the sunshine streaming in her room at the Inn. She could hear muffled conversation coming from the guest room, even though Dominic had spent the night with her in the master. She...