Foreword Dr. Nina Wilde and Eddie Chase are characters created by Andy McDermott, author of a wonderful series of novels which I like to describe as "Indiana Jones on steroids." Nina is an American archaeologist, Eddie her British ex-mercenary bodyguard-turned-fiancé and eventual husband. Together they have made unbelievable discoveries, beginning in the fi...
According to the nameplate on the librarian's desk, her name was Sharon Wilde. She wore heavy glasses and had a pleasant, but pale and rather dumpy looking face, with her dull brown hair pinned back in a bun. A baggy gray sweater that appeared to be much too big for her was draped over her torso, and the rest of her attire, a bulky brown plaid skirt and what...
Wade Wilde had opened his little shop back in the early eighties just as the gay sexual revolution was raging across the nation, the hub of which was in New York City. Wade had seen it coming for years. He didn't know if he was a genius or it was just dumb luck; he really didn't care much either way. He'd named the shop "The Wilde Side" and it had taken off...
"We are each our own Devil, and we make this world our hell" - Oscar Wilde What? A welder isn't supposed to know how to read the classics? Okay I don't read the classics. I did read "The Picture of Dorian Gray" in high school and the biography I wrote on Oscar Wilde got me a B. The quote came back to me as I stared into the mirror behind the bar at the Red...
Shane and Carmen: The Novelization Chapter 15 Come Back Shane, Mother Wants You On the alternate weekends that they were in town and at home, Shane and Carmen attended the Sunday morning brunch services at The Planet, the one time during the week when all the Friends gathered together in fellowship to share gossip, catch up with each other, commiserate, tr...
Monday morning was always exhausting. On their way to school "Sahseej Indrabooty" remained silent as his daughter did all of the talking. "May I ask what you thought of Caleb?" She begs. He remains quiet but offers her a glint of eye contact. "Please Father." With a timid sigh he opens up, "He was...nice." "He is. Very nice." Sometimes she hid away he...
This has never actually happened, it's just something that I've thought, and maybe fantasised, about... This is my first attempt at any kind of fiction, let alone erotic fiction, so please, be gentle... It was Christmas Eve on Trafalgar Square in London. Bob Wilde didn't want to be here, driving his bus on route 159 at 11pm. He would rather have been at ho...
Prologue The Reverend Jackson Wilde had been shot in the head, heart and testicles. Right off, Cyrus figured that that was a significant clue. Whoever wanted the Reverend dead certainly did not stop at just emasculating him: Blood was splattered all over the sink and cabinets; collecting in a pool of blood underneath the body. It was messy, but Cyrus figu...
Chapter Three- Judging Art The yellow cab stopped in front of her porch and Astraea got out and began unloading her suitcase. At the sounds of the slamming door, Mrs. Ramirez rushed out to greet her daughter with sloppy kisses on her cheeks. "My pumpkin! What is this…" she said, lifting Astraea's hands and pinching her waist as if she was poultry f...
'Dedicated to Bartlomiej Wielgos whom Blake Wilde was based on' * I couldn't resist. I know I'm just an ordinary English teacher in an ordinary secondary school, but this time, I couldn't control the situation. He's so gorgeous, so beautiful, yet so intimidating. His beautiful blonde hair, his shining brown eyes, his glasses. My hormones were raging so...