During the hard times following the Civil War a man some times must travel like a tumbleweed to survive. Jake Hightower was just such a man. / (Reviews)
John Hooker has an enviable life. A beautiful wife, a career as an architect, a hobby as a part-time MMA fighter that pays for itself and a little more. He lives in sunny California and doesn't have a care in the world, until his wife drops a bombshell on him that spirals his life out of control. How will life look when the dust settles and what parts of his life will be forever ruined? Even he doesn't know.
A The Chronicles of Dan Hayward Story (19) Dan and Karen enjoy their, 'symbolic night of freedom,' before getting married..."Vicky!!" Karen yelled again, noting the other two identically dressed. "I thought you said you didn't order a stripper to deliver us a pizza!" "I didn't order one, I ordered three! Go sit and enjoy!" she laughed meeting their intended entertainment..."Are you going to give me a blow job?" "Yes, your friends paid me for a blow job and a fuck," Dan looked to them. "Enjoy Bobbie, Dad," Ben smiled.
A young man goes to prison after his best friend gets killed in a car accident. Returning home after doing his time, his family reject him. Forcing him to leave, to start a new life in another part of Britain. But still, be haunted by his past.
Christine was a single Mom who found any talk of technical matters intensely boring. A single unwise click on an unsolicited email would have a profound effect on both her own, and her teenage daughter's lives.
A story set in the Pinwheel Universe
An ecological engineer is transferred to the war-torn Rask territory, site of the deposed Matriarch's deadly rebellion, where he's tasked with helping to restore the damaged jungles. To his surprise, he's quickly put in command of a pack of ex-soldiers who are more concerned with jockeying for status than learning how to drive a tractor. Finding his place in the hierarchy might be just as hard as greening the desert.
A story in the Sheriff O'Dell Universe
The dry hot wind blew the rope in a circular motion above my head. Around and around; the branch and leaves and sky in the background. My neck burned and I needed to breathe. I needed to use my hands. They wouldn’t move. I needed to breathe. I'd been lynched.
I was fingered as the oldest male descendant of a railroad baron. The prize was an island near Bangor Maine. The conditions? What the hell was he THINKING?