An hour's drive towards the mountains there is a lake. A quiet, beautiful place, almost like a Norwegian fjord. I use to go there to write, ever since I started writing in earnest. They now print my picture on back covers, so I reckon I am an earnest writer at last. The hefty advance I'd been paid for my second novel seems to support that theory. Three mont...
Douglas had been exhausted when he had entered his bedchamber with the pure intent to sleep and recharge his battery so to speak. The number of women he had suddenly found himself dodging, no matter where he went, was to say the least, frustrating and depressing. Here were beautiful women of rich colors and backgrounds throwing themselves at him, women with...
Kylene made her way through the dark recesses of the Undercity, which was festively decorated with pumpkins, ghosts, and other doodads which were relevant to the ongoing holiday event. Hallow's End was no doubt the Forsaken's favorite holiday, and they did well to celebrate it within the gloomy city they inhabited. Even the Dark Lady would occasionally stop...
It's always like this. He's gone for a few days or a week. When he comes back, he's so needy he can hardly wait. His cock leaps free of the encumbrances as soon as the zipper is down and the cloth parted. Hard and forceful, pushing out of the cotton embrace, pressing for her. She gives a sigh. Long and filling and wanting. Her trembling fingers fold the clo...
It wasn't as if I went to extraordinary lengths to watch a football game on TV, but my sister was having a Super Bowl party at her house in Rochester — New York — not Rochester, Michigan, which was only a twenty-minute drive from my house. My sister moved out there a few months ago, and it seemed as if it were a good excuse as any to take a road trip out th...
Carlene's initial seduction had been a very gentle affair. And it had been a seduction, pure and simple. Carlene had had no intention of losing her virginity before she was married. She had definitely not intended to lose it at the beach, when she might have been caught in flagrant delicto, so to speak. It had started off simply enough. Carlene had a new b...
Devon stepped from the warmth of his car into the chilled evening. A breath of wind caught up a handful of newly fallen leaves, and they whipped and twirled around a streetlamp before drifting to the ground as the wind passed. The neighborhood was well established, with the 1930's Bungalow style houses canopied by century-old maples. The house before him w...
"Of course it's never that easy." Branwyn muttered to herself as she turned over yet again, flipping her pillow over in the process and trying to find the elusive cool spot on the pillow case in which to rest her head. She closed her eyes against the darkness of her silent bedroom and sighed, waiting for the moment when sleep over took her and finally allowe...
Ethan stepped out of the elevator and looked down the hallway. He knew he had the right floor, but now he had to remember which room she lived in. Was it 419 or 491? He started down the hallway to his right, checking the numbers on the doors as he went. The first door was 408. The next door, across the hall, was 409. Ethan continued down the hall, pretty su...
Welcome, my dear, welcome. Peace be with you as you enter my lair–excuse me, my store. Isn't it a pleasant evening? Just the right temperature: not too cold, not too warm. I can see you're a little cold, would you like a glass of brandy? Port? No? How about a cup of tea? I have some excellent blends from India. Of course, I drink tea, don't be silly. Who d...