Lisa and I had spent an enjoyable evening in the village after arriving in the late afternoon. We had walked up to the village Hotel/inn, which was nestled in between several shops at the furthest end of the main road. It was a solidly built building, which looked as if it had weathered several centuries of wear and tear and welcomed numerous guests. It wa...
No one ever trekked up the hill to the bombed out ruins of the old armory building. A hundred years ago it had been converted to an art and military museum. It became the brick and ivy covered pride of this suburb. When the war started, it was an easy target for conventional bombs and artillery. It had been hit and scavenged so often there was nothing of use...
Please Note: This story is purely fiction *** One of the characters is an Episcopal priest, for those who don't know and will try to correct me: Episcopal Priests can and do marry. They are properly referred to as Priests, not Ministers *** Thank you & Enjoy. The cold little church was packed to capacity. Candles flickered along the center isle. Garla...
Part of the Epilogue of The Librarian's Story Detective Constable Helen Goldman was found wandering in Hyde Park 10 months after her disappearance. I had told DI Hume she was alive and she was, but she would live with the legacy of her own actions, for Reece's revenge on her had been particularly brutal. She was found half naked, all she was wearing was a...
This is a ten chapter romantic Crime thriller with consenting erotic and romantic sex, male on male violence and a lot of exciting cliff hangers at the endings of each chapter. As is usual in my stories there are a large selection of colourful characters and not all of the people in my stories have happy endings. You have been warned -- so if you like the...
I just really had enough of Annie's balkiness. I'd been clear enough about my intentions, what I was willing to do. So, she didn't fall all over me like so many women did. Maybe that was part of her appeal. She wouldn't take my bullshit, kept me in line. Now, more than ever that was important. But I had to make some things clear first. She wouldn't be happ...
This time of the year is usually so beautiful, Maggie thought, as she stared out of her window. Oh, the leaves were still turning brilliant hues of red and orange and yellow. But it was 1864 and Maggie was in Virginia. Sighing, she turned away from the window, once again cursing the Fates which had had her turn a marriageable 17 at the start of the War Betwe...
"Having a fascination with Sikh women is a bad habit for a Muslim man, especially one of African descent," cautioned my friend Sanjay Singh, the young Hindu guy I've known since first year at Algonquin College. We were both newcomers to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and started school at the same time. In spite of our different backgrounds, we bonded. I've al...
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Bayview is a college town. We have the State University on the east side of town. Within a mile radius there are also a couple of private institutions - a technical school and an art college - maybe a couple other little schools that I'm not remembering. College kids seem to run on caffeine these days. So, we also have a handful of espresso bars. I frequent...