Mathew woke as Felicia struggled to stand up. Moving to help her stand made his legs cramp up. With a groan, he struggled to stand first. Then helped Felicia up. Hay and dirt stuck to her sides as she stood. White streaks of sweat stains marred her fine brown hair on her flanks. Her long blonde hair had several bits of hay in it. He had several bits of it st...
Author Note: Wow, the feedback has been amazing! I've been so blown away; thank you for all your kind comments. This part is where things start to change for the main character and I hope you continue to enjoy it going forward. As always thank you for taking the time to read this story. Chapter 1 Justin knew these photos were going to turn out great. Lucy...
We Need To Talk... Again? Forward: I decided to write about a common theme here in Loving Wives. The wife begins a conversation with her husband, and she says some version of the phrase, "Honey, we need to talk" and all hell breaks loose. My venture into this fray resulted in two separate tales, as I debated which way that I wanted to take the story. It...
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember, this is fiction, which means it's not real. Also keep in mind this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... To understand the full context of...
Prologue 1969 A Funeral Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church, which was completely packed, standing room only, every single seat taken. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most po...
Do you know the difference between love and lust? I'm really not sure I do. A wise man once said you're in love when you put her welfare and happiness ahead of yours. I suppose that's a good enough definition for me. Of course when do you know, in a crunch, that you'd really do that? Everybody knows what lust is. A desire so strong if you are left without s...
Thank you all so much for your patience. I truly appreciate all the kind words of encouragement that I have gotten while I worked to wrap up this chapter! Those of you that aren't fans of the California trio will be happy to note they are gone after this chapter. Huge thanks as always to Devir Ginator for his editing prowess. Now on to the tale! **** M...
Some kids get to be apprenticed in the sorcery business by going to a posh school -- others have to do it the hard way. But then again, there are games you can play in a dragon's riding net which are a bloody sight more interesting than chasing a winged ball on a broomstick . . . ----------------------------------------------- The early morning sun shone...
"We need to do something," Greg said desperately. Three men were meeting in the main office of the strip club. The loud pounding of music was muffled by the walls that were soundproofed to block out the noise or keep the noise within the office. In his forties, bald, fat and sleazy to look at, Greg sat behind his metal desk, financial papers scattered acros...
"So," Alina says to me as she ladles out a helping of raspberry mouse onto a plate, "Jason's coming over tomorrow." "Mhm, uh..." I swallow as she pushes the dessert toward me. "Cool." I stew on this for a few seconds. It's taken me most of twenty-three years to pick up on this, but I have some issues managing my first impressions of things. "Should I clea...