She rode her paint mare down the worn trail through the dogwood trees that dotted the ranchland, usually in clusters but occasionally one would stand alone. Shrubs also populated the arid spread, which extended several thousand acres...its boundaries met only by the foothills in front of the mountains. Sierra looked around her, guarding her eyes from the ho...
I had this idea. I'd decided that I could make a living by buying a dude ranch and turning it into a wedding chapel. You know, a place where the happy couple could go get married with all the cowboy trimmings - trail rides and hay rides in a wagon for the wedding party, cookouts and sing-alongs around the big campfire. We'd have cute little rooms for the...
"Hilton, Paris. Number 11669. Isolation cell #3," the voice rang out in her head, over and over again. A goddamn number. How on earth did they think that they could reduce her to a goddamn number. Fucking dumb cops and their stupid little jails and uniforms. She couldn't believe that they would assign her a number and make her wear these terrible clothes. W...
As far as first dates go, especially blind dates, I guess you could say my date with Mark was hot. In every sense of the word. I almost canceled when he called to confirm Saturday morning. Not without good reason, mind you. The weatherman had predicted record breaking heat wave temperatures-- temperatures that had been climbing slowly and steadily all week....
I regret the weeks it has taken me to post chapters in my "Sheila" series. I gather from certain E-mails, the loss of a significant number of votes, and being dropped from favorite authors lists that I have tried the patience of some readers and lost the attention of others. Of course, maybe the reason for the drop-off in interest is simply that the story su...
Welcome to Chapter 8. Thank you all for the wonderful feedback. Laura's story with Matt continues, a hike in the woods, and the return of Barry... Again, I would appreciate your reviews/comments/suggestions. ***** I woke up early on Saturday morning, very excited about the idea of spending the whole day with Matt, hiking and other things! I ate some br...
"And you will sleep here." Miss Maguire stopped by the foot of the bed and looked at Alasdair, for a response. He looked back at her, uncertainly, then looked round the rest of the room. Three other beds; all decorated with articles of a distinctly feminine nature. "Here?" he said. He let his bag slip from his shoulder and fall onto the bed that had appare...
Leaving work early this Friday was an excellent idea, and the long leisurely drive up to your cabin is really relaxing me, not to mention it is gorgeous. A long winding two lane highway, high snow-covered peaks in the distance, and pine trees blanketing the mountainsides. In awe of the beauty of it all, I almost miss my turn off. Slamming on the brakes, I sw...
United Terran Military Force: 23rd Rogue Division. Reaper Squad. Chapter 01: Don't mess with a Reaper. *stick with it, this is apart of a longer story, so the first part is plot and character development, there is juicy sex at the end of this chapter. "Nightmares are born from fear, and for someone who lives with the continuation of their life depending o...
"When did this get here?" Nicholas Beauchene asked those around him, holding up an interoffice mail envelope. In the "Tombs," as the rest of the Beverwyck Insurance Company calls the main office's information technology department, interoffice mail never arrives before noon and Beauchene had just arrived at his desk. "It was here when I got here," fellow pr...