Authors note: Hello everyone. Thank you to everyone who has voted and left comments I appreciate every one of you. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. ***** "No," Cat laughed. "It's one thing knowing what I would have to do and a totally different thing agreeing to do it." The truth was that she still wasn't sur...
A Boiled Frog has ranked extremely well -- much higher than I deserve -- thanks to the feedback and voting of you. SO, THANK YOU. I was worried Part 6, with very little hardcore action, would be poorly received, but it's my highest-ranking submission yet. That tells me that you guys are enjoying my journey and willing to accept my lack of worldly knowledge....
Enjoy! You have to read for a bit until you get to the part that qualifies it for the contest. It's a quick read, I promise! * The loose thread was tiny and barely noticeable. It came from a valley in the southern part of Egypt. The cotton plant the thread was made from, was on the outside of the field and received less water, then the plants in the middle...
Alpha Brent's POV Sulphur River Alpha Office I didn't say anything for a while, I didn't have to. My daughter's actions and words had been far beyond anything I could have done. I was so proud of her; she was a strong female, a good mate for my son and would do great things in her life. I watched the clock as Alphas argued back and forth and general ch...
The Cotillion Chapter 1 The biggest event of my young adult life was in a couple of days. This soiree was the most important step into adulthood for me. The cotillion was a little known party that attracted the best, the brightest, the most beautiful, the richest, and was a fantasy for me, and so many others for so long. The cotillion was a semi-secret g...
My dream was finally coming true, only now it seemed more like a nightmare. For years I labored trying to get a break in the theater. I worked dinner theater, summer stock in godforsaken places, small community theatres and even off-off-off Broadway. I eked out a living doing the usual waitressing and temp jobs. Sharing a rat-hole apartment in New York...
*Note to readers: I hope the ending is a pleasant surprise to those who think all May-December romances end the same way. ______________________________________ "What time is it?" "Just after six." "In the morning? Are you kidding me? Turn the light off and go back to bed. You were studying when I came in at 1:30 this morning for crying out loud." Candic...
Hey everyone, As I said in my profile. I'll be posting all of my novels online because of these uncertain times. Afterall, a good book can take away a few hours of stress. So, I guess this is my contribution to helping you make it through the day. If you would like to support me the best thing you can do is STAY INSIDE. Seriously. Nothing would make me h...
Like with the other installments, please read the story in order. There is a very important message for you prior to Chapter 1. Thanks for reading my story. Chapter 13 Tough times arrive. Returning to some normalcy on Monday morning with a jog before breakfast, we had cereal and fruit before leaving for work. I had several meetings scheduled with supplier...
Note: Though this is a sequel to "The Wolves of Paris," it is not necessary to have read that story first. "You never kill anyone you want to in a war." -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" *** June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation. The streetlamp flickered, but did not go out. A pair of uniforms lurked on the sidewalk up ahead. Riqu...