CHAPTER 1 Nick Bradshaw received a call from his mother's social secretary. "It's Nina Mr Bradshaw. Your mother wishes to see you at 6:30 today but you are not required to stay for dinner. "Mean bitch." "What was that?" "You heard." There was a pause until Nina said, "I'm awaiting an apology." "You ass will turn blue under winter's snow eight month's h...
I was saddened, as were his legion of fans around the world, to hear of the death of Dick Francis in February, 2010. As the UK Guardian obituary put it, "he showed a mastery of lean, witty genre prose." From the time my wife introduced me to his work almost forty years ago, I made it a point to acquire every one of his books. I prize my autographed first Ame...
It was late as I ran for the train. My thoughts still on our time we spent together, our stolen weekend in your bush hut. As I ran for the train, warm droplets of sweat formed on my body, as I vividly recalled out hot weekend of sweet love. I made the last train home just in time. Alighting the train, my eyes searched for an empty seat. I walked passed a fe...
Billie worked on a proposal for the cattle and horse ranch novel and sent it off to Under the Tree Publishing with the working title of 'Into the Saddle." Her editor Jocelyn Winter emailed next day: "Hi sweet young woman. We accepted your proposal this morning. Gary our executive editor pointed out we have a publishing slot four months hence, so it's yours...
1: Pierre's Restaurant And Café She'd decided: she wanted to fuck him. Two times a week, over the past two months, Ilana had sat at a table by Leon's in this Toronto Restaurant during lunchtime, and they'd chatted each time. A well-dressed brunet, Leon was tall and good-looking, but the forty-year-old had the sexiest mind she'd ever encountered. Words fl...
Mark was still smiling. "Well, I'd like that very much, indeed, Will!" "Awesome!" I said. "Just to be clear here – you're asking me to cuckold you? Is that right? "Exactly." The waitress came by right at that point, and we ordered another round. When she had gone, Mark continued, "You know, I must say that your timing in asking me this is impeccable, a...
Disclaimer: This is a horror story, and in horror stories people die. There are a couple of scenes of violence that may shock or disturb some readers. Viewer discretion is advised. * All right. First off, I suppose I should tell you a little about myself. I'm an author. I used to be a struggling author, but that was before I met her. Now I'm a multimillio...
At the start off the Covid-19 pandemic in the U. S., I, Jim Young, had been married to my wife Lisa Montrose (her father talked her into keeping her maiden name when we married, and I had no objection) for eleven years and we had two kids, seven and nine years old. I was working in the IT field while Lisa worked in local government in Northern Virginia. A...
CHAPTER 1 Wounded at being divorced by the treacherous bastard she'd stupidly married, and now possessing half of their combined declared assets while knowing he had undeclared hidden assets but decided to let that be, Boston-born Geneva Beggs returned to America to hide in the hope she could recover and become happy again. Geneva recognized half of the gu...
On 9th July 1984, Stephanie Butler wakes up to the tune of Blondie singing on the radio: One way, or another, I'm gonna find you I'm gonna get you, get you, get you, get you One way, or another, I'm gonna win you I'm gonna get you, get you, get you, get you... Stephanie fumbles to turn off the alarm and stumbles out of bed, failing to notice one of her nippl...