It was a small town, cold and quiet. Hard by the Canadian border. The Atlantic yards away, and on most nights she could hear the surf from her parent's house. She grew up on Summer Street, but growing up there -- just the thought of summer was often an unbearable idea. In December, when the snow came fast, summer was a memory hard to find. Something to hold...
The moment she heard the sound of the door locking Louisa's body sprung into action. Jack wouldn't be long getting his things and coming back. This would be their last few hours together and she wanted to do something that neither of them would forget. She hopped over to her bag and almost ripped the zip open. Standing there in her underwear she desperately...
A dashing, well-dressed, incredibly handsome young man steps into the frame. A faint hint of amusement lies beneath his serious expression. This unbelievably (as in 'wow, much handsome such suave' rather than 'I absolutely don't buy this for a moment, you hack') handsome young man, who may or may not be the author addresses the reader. "Good evening, ladies...
I met Cary while I was out riding my motorcycle. Actually, I more or less ran over him. Cary was kind of a crazy SOB, he rode his bike like there was no way for him to ever be hurt. So when I was in the air coming over a jump and looked down to see Cary taking a shortcut across the back side of the berm, there was just no place to go. The track we rode at...
***Prologue *** The horned demoness scattered across the floor, her greenish skin had hints of glittering purple. Samantha rode her motorcycle with Dominic on the back; there was no traffic in sight. Finally the two outran the demoness and stopped her in her tracks. The demoness hissed before her bare foot trot the cool concrete, gently as she began to back...
This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other words, the Constitution...
I don't know how long I slept for, how long my poor battered mind floated in the warm sea of mindless contentment, before I came to. I stretched yawning, my body feeling stiff and strangely aching. All the memories of those things that I'd been subjected to were still a distant dream, until the realisation that I was still dressed in that horrible adult baby...
Harry's notes: chapter 12. The last in this book save for an epilogue and some notes I made for myself, yeah, you too, but mostly me to explain to myself the possible existence of the race of Fay, enough. *sigh* This one will rip your balls off, twist your tits, break your heart, make you wonder what the next book will bring or I will have failed and you lo...
It was two days shy of Christmas Eve when Mona, Big John, and Claudia all piled into his mid-eighties Chevy Blazer, and after buckling themselves in, Big John put the SUV into gear and pulled onto the road. Although it was nearly thirty years old, the interior of the Blazer was in remarkable condition, and had a backseat that was large enough to seat four....
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, Case of the Black...