He was chosen the moment I saw him on the street that hot summer night. Tall, dark and handsome to say the least, and a young thing, surely of age, but no more than 20, I guessed, a tender and succulent morsel for seasoned predator like me. The wet warmth and pulsing tingle I felt between my thighs told me he was the one. I followed him at a discreet distan...
Ryan Davis was a man who liked to pick up women. Married, single, dating, or engaged, it didn't matter to him. For years it was his sport. He relished the feeling of a new conquest and always wanted more of the rush. It was easy for him. He was young, good looking, made good money, and knew how to use his charm. He'd gotten into a few fights over the year...
PROLOGUE Clear blue sky. A few clouds of pure white, slowly moving across the azure dome. There's one that looks like a rabbit. Another that is clearly a heart. At least until seconds later when their shape would alter and then become something else. The air was warm - probably low eighties - although I knew that it would become quite cool in a few more hou...
This is my entry for the Summer Lovin' 2020 Contest. Be warned - it's a slow burn and full of Aussie lingo. Vegemite is consumed. The story is set around a couple of Indian characters, Madiha and Neha, created by Sweetdreamssss. I collaborated with her extensively for this story. This one follows on from her stories, and I recommend you visit the "Landlord"...
Author's note: This is my first completed novel. While the plot isn't too complex, the goings on in the story are tricky, and with the help and dedication of a friend who reviewed the whole thing, I tweaked the crucial parts of the story to be better. I wrote this story to explore the main themes that are included in it. I won't spoil anything by going int...
A novel by Christopher Scott Wagoner - "Damn you," Steve said, squinting his eyes to slits "you don't belong here. I'm going to to get rid of you, no matter how much it hurts." His fingers closed on the strand of wet, slippery gray hair. He yanked his arm downward but the pale invader's coat of moisture proved too much for his grip. Cursing, he tried seve...
Freebird! Eddie Nesbit could not carry a tune under the best of circumstances but with only the uncaring wind to hear him bellow, emulating Ronnie Van Zant was not the hardest task. Above the hearty drone of the 351 Ford motor pushing him up the mighty Mississippi in an old Ski Nautique, Eddie and the late Van Zant sang their hearts out in praise of the als...
"I was thinking Hawaii," Tony grinned, his miraculously white teeth gleaming. He'd been smoking for years and I envied those pearly whites, almost as much as I longed for his deliciously serene, sky blue eyes. Dark hair and light eyes had always been a turn-on for me. Tony's hair was perpetually bleached, but I had forgiven him this cardinal sin years ago. S...
Our first sexual experiences were with each other when we were both eighteen. Today that would be unusual but in those days censorship was strict, the Internet didn't exist and DVDs hadn't been invented. I owned a small and very rickety old Ford car and I'd park it around the corner from where she lived and we would climb into the back seat. The first time...
INTRODUCTION Connie Shutter, the mistress of a small-time New York diamond merchant, was visiting her parents in Toronto when she was bent forward in pain. She suspected the arrival of her baby was imminent. White-faced, Connie said she was returning to New York. "But you still have three days left with us," Beryl her mom complained but Connie said, "Mom...