Native Dawn Series book 14 Lycan Dawn book 3 Chapter 1 Hunter wasted no time getting down to business claiming Gina's body. Ravishing her with wild kisses. With feverish anticipation, freeing the buttons of her blouse from the buttonholes like a child unwraps a gift on Christmas morning. His fingers trembled as they traced a path over her silky skin....
another MIKE CLAYMORE MYSTERY #5: George Characters Main Group: Mike Claymore 31-year-old detective/truck driver (Main hero) Marlene Claymore Mike's pregnant wife and mother of their 3 children Richard (Rick) Claymore 11 year old son of Mike and Marlene Shelly Claymore 9 year old daughter of Mike and Marlene Janet (Jan) Claymore 8 year old daug...
Chapter 20 Paying the Devil His Due with Interest by T. J. Skywind © To the curious, when I write I listen to several artists. Among them Jean Michel Jarre, Medwyn Goodall, Johnny Clegg, David & Diane Arkenstone, Lindsey Stirling, and a recent addition are Two Steps From Hell. Sometimes I rock out on classics from the 1920s to current hits, but I p...
Dark_Brother, may you rest in peace. Chapter 01 Blue lights. . . A whirring sound. . . I feel a sharp pain in my arm. . . Head is throbbing. . . I can no longer feel my arm. . . Oh no, what have they done with my arm? A pink shadow bends over me. Eyes. . . Such big eyes. . . Sweat sheets down my face as I sit upright in bed, terror filling my mind and tho...
Chapter 1 The drive back was long and tedious. Texas had been filled with excitement, adventure, and some scary ass shit, but the drive back to the frozen north sucked. Absolutely, without a doubt sucked. In Texas the weather had been cool, not fucking freezing. In Texas, spring was beginning to bloom. Up here, winter dug in her heels and refused to give it...
Chapter 1 Erica shuffled nervously in her seat. The cordiality of the greeting had dissipated into an awkward, uncomfortable silence hanging heavily in the air between them. Her eyes fixed on the man's neatly groomed nails, on his soft, chambray button down shirt, on the tiled patterns beneath her feet, on the brilliant sunny afternoon outside of the coffee...