You write books that will never see publication. Until you get noticed by your lesbian neighbor who works for a small press. You have a wife and she has a partner, and then the fun begins. Any real lesbian will declare the premise of this story total bunk. Well, duh, that's the very definition of fiction slash fantasy. To my loyal readers: I have to go on a small hiatus--read the endnote.
Elderly widow takes in much younger construction foreman away from home. His wife asks her to be her surrogate to keep him from having his needs met by a potential rival. Does 75 year old Wendy agree? Read on.
He's a picker on his first solo run - searching the backroads, basements, and barns of America for some rusty gold. When he pulls over to check Denise's house for a couple of vintage pieces, he discovers that she's certainly got something for him.
An unusual farm girl discovers passion from an unexpected direction. This is a relatively old story, in fact the first I felt good enough about to show to others.
Ellen, traveling alone from the west coast by air, meets a handsome stranger who initiates her into an exclusive club flying high over the Great Western Plains.
A saintly yoga wife, her burned-out "nice guy" husband, and a creepy basement janitor slip into one messed-up loop of lust, guilt and voyeurism. This isn’t about cheating, it’s about something worse: when you suddenly realize it turns you on to see your perfect little world get dragged through the mud – and you don’t want it to stop.