The war room was buzzing as the military council poured over maps and plans. How could this have happened? How could their weakened enemy with no strategic advantage infiltrate a lord's palace and kidnap a prince? And for the young prince's safety, what was the next move? Isabella sat at the oval table completely absorbed in the report a counselor was expla...
The detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this interview, though Fix was reserved, and did not attempt to induce his companion to divulge any more facts concerning Mr. Fogg. He caught a glimpse of that mysterious gentleman once or twice; but Mr. Fogg usually confined himself to the cabin, where he kept Aouda company, or according to his invetera...
"I like mine with lettuce and tomato," I sang to myself as the hamburger sizzled in the frying pan in front of me. "Heinz fifty-seven an' French fried potatoes." I leaned over to check the French fries in the oven. "Big kosher pickle and a cold draught beer, well, good god almighty, which way do I steer for my-" Before I could break into the chorus, the pho...
At the complex, Gabe paced quietly across the narrow hallways, waiting for Dr. Simmonds to update several of the coaches on the status of Fabian Velesquez. During the second practice of the day, he had been sprinting along the sideline and been tackled within seconds of catching the ball. All of the players, and especially the three coaches who stood near, h...
Many thanks need to go out for this one. Estragon --Thank you doesn't even do complete justice, however, for now-- you know where you are thanked. You've taken yet another chapter on, and given insight—and good pointers! PennLady -- Thank you for being so incredibly nice, and listening—er reading my fear of writing conflicts between characters. And opening...
Author's note: As you might guess from the delay, I struggled with this chapter. Mucho re-writes. It didn't occur to me that five-way sex would be virtually impossible to write in an intimate way. I ended up settling for what a friend rather accurately called "interesting in parts." C'est la vie. I just can't wrestle with this chapter anymore. Later chapters...
Note from the Author: this story is much longer than the last Hunter Hunted, which was a one shot, because I have decided to make it an extended short series. I hope you enjoy! ***** "Three days." Private Parker looked up from his desk at Commander Grant, standing at the window of the temporary office building. His arms were folded across his chest and...
Thanks to my dear friend blackrandl1958 for giving me the basis for this story, her advice, input and, of course, her editing. Thanks toTodd172 and Crkcppr for beta reading. * I was in the mood for some fishing, so I loaded my gear in my truck and left Austin bound for Round Rock. There was a small river with some decent fishing. I had been there before a...
Most often, when I don't recognize a phone number, I let it go to voice mail, as I did that Tuesday morning. Instead of answering, I entered room 106 in Hudson Hall for my 300 level Economics class. I have back to back 90 minute classes on Tuesdays and didn't bother checking voice mail until after lunch. When I punched in the code for my messages a female...
We had enjoyed a perfect holiday in America, spoiled only by problems with the flight home. An aircraft fault caused a serious delay during which many of the passengers found alternative ways back to the UK and even when a replacement plane was declared available more than three more hours passed before we were allowed to board, just before midnight. Most of...