Author's Note: It has been so long ago, nearly six months from the publication date of chapter three, since I wrote The All-America Virgin and its two sequels. I recently did a detailed read of the three submissions to catch up, during which I discovered I simply did not like most everything about where I was going with the stories. After taking time to re...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older. Author's Note: Sorry this took so long, as I find I can't make myself write smut or it doesn't turn out very well. Thanks for all your wonderful comments and ratings! I really appreciate the feedback. Let me know what you're interested in seeing next! Hope this extra long chapter makes the wait worth it. Future ch...
I met Nina the summer I worked as a waiter at Pocmont Lodge—a glitzy, somewhat seedy resort in the Pocono Mountains. It was a good way to earn a lot of money in ten weeks because we worked for room and board and got good tips. All the waiters and bus boys bunked in a cabin that looked more like a chicken house. The shabby cabin next door housed the band that...
Here's the sequel to "The Ice, The Game, The Touch." Again, this is all made up and I have no idea what these players are like in real life. Happy Reading! M. ;) *** "I am not superstitious!" he hollered as he exited the locker room following the game. The door didn't swing shut before he heard the responding hoots of laughter from his teammates. Scowli...
I recently received an e-mail saying I was a racist bigot because anytime I write about interracial romance it's always been a black girl with a white guy. I have to wonder, do they send similar e-mails shouting racism to the plethora of black cock white wife authors? Nah, I didn't think so either, at any rate, hopefully you'll enjoy the rest of the story as...
Hi folks, another week, another tale of love gone wrong. I'm still shocked that I got away with naming the hero of last week's story Daniel Boone and no one caught it. As A warning I have to tell you that this one includes some violence. But in the end it's only a story. Only imaginary people were injured during the story and even they got back up and went h...
It must've been cruel fate that Claire Winters was born in the small town of Podunk. Podunk was not ironically named, even if its settlers had intended it to be. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe "Podunk" was the name of the town's founder. Claire didn't know. She never really researched into the history of the founding of her birthplace. She did know this: This pla...
Cayden rails against God, Caprice pleas for forgiveness, and Angie emerges I watched her as she ran out of the restaurant. I wanted to run after her. I wanted to catch her, stop her, I wanted to hold her, wrap her in my arms and never let her go. I wanted to smother her in kisses. I wanted...I needed to save...protect her! God, I wanted to tell her she didn...
Hidden Boss Author's notes: Since I started writing, I've had several hundred comments. This is one that stuck in my mind. "Realism Suspended and enjoyment embraced" It was so simple, yet so positive! It made me wonder why all the readers couldn't adopt a similar attitude. If you don't like a story, back out. Click it off. Why do some feel the need to hurl...
PROLOGUE I had always had a soft spot for Karen. She was my wife's sixty-two year old, maternal aunt. She was single, stood about 5 foot six and had a nice figure, which she never flaunted, but it showed through in the conservative style of clothing she wore. I had only ever seen her in jeans once and she had quite a cute behind. Her breasts were of a...