copyright February/2011 Please consider reading the Trilogy of "The Trail West, Winterborn, and The Gathering to better understand how those characters and events flow into this story. Reading Parts 1 & 2, will set the stage for this continuation of the story. Constructive comments and emails are very welcome and much appreciated. If you like or even di...
**No demons or werewolves here. This is just a straight-ahead romance. Ok, it's a little odd since I wrote it. O_o I may use this as a platform for other relationships among the people around the ones here, I don't know yet. I'd been planning to post a different story, but realized that this one has to precede it, so I may as well get this one said. I plant...
"Don't touch her," he practically screamed, enraged, as he settled down between his brother and the woman he loved. Anniel's hands came up against his spread wings when he stepped back into her, clasping her hip to keep her behind him and out from Garethiel's sight. After having callously deflowered her and then walking out as if she meant nothing, the thou...
Readers: I'd like to offer a few words of introductory information. I had intended to write a short tale of 'slam-bam' forbidden 'barely legal' sex. My trouble was; I fell in love with the female character and I couldn't allow her to be 'fucked and forgotten'. So, what I ended up with here is a slow-told sex story which has an element of romantic love mixed...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any organisation or persons living or dead, is purely coincidental. Chapter One. The long, magnificently shaped length of Kara's thigh gleamed like liquid gold in the warm sunshine that angled across the tastefully decorated office. Her short grey skirt did little to conceal her firm stocking clad legs. Eve...
The circus got off to a roaring start from the moment that I walked off the plane. A fellow in a good suit, expensive shoes and a chauffeur's hat was holding a sign with my name on it, 'Mr. P. Wells', or at least most of it. He asked for my Texas Driver's License and actually examined it closely (another sure sign that he was really FBI), then he grabbed my...
Continuing the story of the romance between Jake (Our Police officer) and Pat (our Child Services worker) both are single parents. Set against the backdrop of an active investigation into child abuse that they are both intimately involved with. This story won't make a whole lot of sense without reading parts 1, 2, and 3. All names are figments of the writer'...
Note from author: Emma and Sylar's relationship has plagued me for the last week with constant growth where I saw them as characters, not just pawns in a theoretically nice plot-line. If I manage to finish this story, I will most likely go back and edit to make the story run flawlessly. But right now, I need to get their story out before it bores me and I j...
Warning! This story is about a wife who is given permission to see her ex-boyfriend sexually. If you are one of those who gets their pubes in a twist or allows their inner 'prick' to surface because you get triggered by such a story...STOP HERE...GO NO FURTHER! If you persist in reading knowing that you will be triggered, it is recommended that you comb Pr...