It was a Sunday lunchtime in early June when Millie decided it was time to make her big announcement, but as it was Millie, it had to be done in her own inimitable fashion. I wasn't working that lunchtime; normally I always did the Sunday lunchtime shift. But for some reason that day I was playing darts with Philip, Barry (Jean's husband) and John. Some hol...
This is another romance that will probably not be to everyone's taste. That's life. This story is about courage and love, so please, if you want to criticise it, show a bit of courage yourself and don't hide behind the 'Anonymous' tag. CM * The first time I saw Imogen it had a profound impact on me. "Hey Simon, come here." Scott should have been working on...
I plopped down into my chair after replacing my long cold coffee with a fresh cup. I checked the progress of my search engine and didn't like what I was seeing. Six hours of searching through database after database had turned up nothing so far. I had put in calls to several of my contacts as well, asking them to be listening for any word about the Eclipses...
"Fuck me!" Holly gripped the sheets tight as she pushed herself against his massive erection. She had been begging him to be rough and he was still being too gentle. She gritted her teeth. "Seriously Cavan. Go harder!" Holly grunted and reached her hand down under her body. She ran her hands over her hard nipples and down her firm belly. She didn't linger...
CHAPTER 1 Sue Chung, face lined with fatigue, shook her companion awake and growled angrily, "You pig." Eyes fluttering, a pain stabbing behind them, Jimmy Crowley's brain brought him into real-time to establish where he was and with whom. Ah the drunken slut and they were on the deck of the wrecked fishing boat to fish off it when the tide covered the ree...
I don't know how things are done in your village, but this is how they are done in mine. Nineteen is a sacred number. Nineteen deities are painted on the walls of the holy cavern; nine Gods, nine Goddesses, and one blessed Androgyne. Nineteen moon-cycles are in each ring of the sun. There are nineteen animal spirits to which we can appeal for guidance and n...
Bob Harlan was in the barn working on his old tractor. The fuel pump was acting up again and it was time to rebuild it. He had it torn apart on the workbench. The sound of a car in the driveway made him look up and then stand up. He was grinning as he walked to the small backdoor of the barn and opened it. The little bright blue car came around the side of...
The path I've chosen to walk is a difficult one, but I feel that it's the right one for me. My name is Tariq Rahim Alkaabi and I was born on the island of Failaka in the State of Kuwait. November 17, 1988, I came into the world. An undersized little brown bundle of joy, as my grandmother Bashirah would constantly remind me in later years. My father Abdul Alk...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, unless they are in the public forum, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention, outside of historical events, and have not been based on any...
Her stomach churned in the most awful way; as if there were very agitated butterflies in her stomach and not in a cute way either. Bile began to rise from her stomach, making its way up Sophie's throat. Quickly covering her mouth, she sprinted to the closest tree and threw up the contents in her stomach. Groaning Sophie wiped her mouth with the back of he...