Practicing short stories, something (clearly) never been good at. Told a girl I met, "tell me five things about yourself and I'll write you a story." Not saying what they are, but I cover all of them in the story.
My intense smoke fetish made it totally unfair. My fiancee Cassie lit a cigarette and asked, "What would you do if you caught my daughters smoking?” I requested the additional information I obviously needed. “Indoors or outside? Regulars, 100’s, or those sexy long 120’s you like? What are they wearing? Do I have my XV16 camera handy, or just a quad HD?” She saw the bulge growing in my jeans and her jaw dropped. She threw her engagement ring at me, shouting, "OUT! GO! Never call me again!"
Daniel Chandler's purchase of land leads him to delve into his family's history. A fascinating story unfolds complete with a mystery. He also finds romance on the way.
When a dragon terrorizes a peaceful mountain village, a grizzled mercenary named Iden answers the call. With his sights set on the beast's treasure hoard, he begins his arduous climb to the misty peak, but what he finds in the dragon's lair turns his world upside-down.
A Winter's Universe Story Ripped from today's headlines! Well, cribbed. At first, I thought it would be that old standby - Davey v. Goliath. Move over Batman, Winter Jennings is taking on Big Pharma. Yes ... but. Everything started with a patent for a neuron blocker that showed some early promise in treating PTSD. Then things began turning dark. Oh, did I mention intracranial meningioma? Clitorides: Awards -- 2018.
A story set in the Pinwheel Universe
A UNN fleet on routine patrol near the outskirts of Coalition space encounters a previously uncontacted civilization, but while the aliens seem friendly, the Betelgeusian hive fleet that's sizing up their homeworld is not. Undersupplied and months from the nearest reinforcements, the fleet must coordinate with the locals in order to organize a last ditch defense of the planet. (Please note: this is the HETEROSEXUAL edition.)
A Tara Story Part of the Keltria universe
Serpin lay along the branch enjoying the warmth of the morning sun. The smell of the storm was still fresh in the air. Looking down she spied the strange little craft. The smell caught her attention, curiosity got the better of her and she had to go look. Her mother had often warned her that her curiosity would get her into trouble one day. Serpin's life was about to change.
When Emily swerves to avoid a tiny creature, her mercy triggers a collision that binds her and a furious stranger in a single, haunting meter of ruined metal.
Midnight Midnight veils London in shadow. She waits at Embankment, coat parted, lace stockings bare above, slick beneath skirt. He emerges—tall, eyes devouring. Fingers trace blouse, nipples hardening. Mouth devours hers, deep. Kneels, tongue laps slick folds, circles clit slowly. She shudders, comes biting cries. Lifts her, thrusts deep—rolling, filling. They grind against rail until she clenches, he spills hot. Vanishes. She smiles, marked. Midnight