New Stories posted in the last 30 days

Each year, I post a tribute to honor service. The aim is to highlight groups that might not otherwise be recognized. This year, I took it a step further. The Dickin Medal reminds us that humans are not the only species capable of honor and commitment. It has been awarded 74 times to animals for “acts of conspicuous gallantry and heroism in war.” That is the case with the subject of this story. He epitomizes valor and selfless devotion to duty, and that is why I’ve chosen to tell his story.

A stand-alone story using characters from my 'never-to-be' posted book 'The O'Shea Family'. The girls spend some of Captain Jack's money. Un-edited and not AI generated.

I pop around to a neighbour's for coffee; it seems more was on offer than I expected.

Lord Alder is the richest man in the kingdom, and on a crusade to end slavery. So he says. Mid-wife Kara and her family are at first impressed but increasingly they become wary. When Alder mounts a coup, they have to decide where they stand.

Some wins in driving a bus.

1868 Nebraska. Gunslinger Calder Vance has one day to find a wife or lose his orphaned niece to the courts. Widow LilLi agrees to a marriage of convenience—and becomes the fierce, steady heart of a family neither expected. When a land-hungry rancher threatens everything they've built, LilLi discovers exactly how far she'll go to protect it. A slow-burn Western romance about found family, quiet courage, and love built one patient day at a time.

We go to collect my son from uni at the end of term; the car was full of his stuff and i had to sit on his lap, that was when the incident began

We don't own each other, but we have more personal privilege that allows us be clear when we are making each other unhappy. No one gets burned in this, but they reflect on what each spouse owes the other. A bit philosophical - but that's nothing new for me. I think you may enjoy this husband and wife as they contest their wants and desires, and the potential results!

A man glances out his penthouse window and sees a stranger across the courtyard. What begins as an accidental glimpse becomes a silent, escalating exchange. Desire, distance, and the thin barrier of glass turn watching into something more complicated.

Some losses don’t heal. They transform. After the death of the only man who ever made her feel safe, Ellie is left with a hunger she can’t name and a grief that refuses to stay clean. What begins as mourning slowly curdles into something darker; an obsession that pulls her toward places and risks she knows she shouldn’t touch. Eli is a dark descent into longing, shame, and the kind of need that doesn’t care what it destroys.