NOTE ON CONDOM USE Because this is a fantasy and no lives are in danger and there's no possibility of pregnancy (unless conceived in my creative brain) I have eschewed the use of condoms. You may assume one of the following: Condoms are, in fact, being used (hard to assume in some cases). We're in a time warp and have gone back to the early 70's. Everyone h...
Chapter 15 'Dana's' Fiftieth Celebrations Author's notes: 1. This series follows on from my previous series 'Mixed Emotions' in which the characters are introduced and developed. It is strongly recommended that 'Mixed Emotions' is read first. 2. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recom...
Prologue The imaginary ramblings of this aging but still very sexually active man sometimes wander to his partially true but mostly imagined past. This is the tale of that mostly imagined life. I leave it to the reader to distinguish fact from fantasy. The names and places have been changed or most likely invented so that the reader is left with the thought...
Chapter 1 The drive back was long and tedious. Texas had been filled with excitement, adventure, and some scary ass shit, but the drive back to the frozen north sucked. Absolutely, without a doubt sucked. In Texas the weather had been cool, not fucking freezing. In Texas, spring was beginning to bloom. Up here, winter dug in her heels and refused to give it...
Chapter 1 The long hard winter had taken its toll on the city and its inhabitants. The streets were a slushy, wet mess thanks to a sudden spike in the temperature. Rivulets of melted sludge from the snow piles heaped against the curbs dribbled into filth plugged storm drains. Eager for the reprieve from winter's icy siege, dwellers of the magnificent city a...
The Native Dawn Series Book 13 Lycan Dawn book 2 Chapter 1 Claire mumbled something intelligible and rolled over, dragging the blankets over her face. Bathing the room with the promise of a simply glorious late spring day, morning light streamed garishly, nauseatingly cheerfully through the lace curtains covering her bedroom window. Cursing the alarm clo...