Heterosexual Stories

This third and final book of the trilogy is set in the European Theater of World War Two and it covered the period of 1939 to 1945. Our Time traveling hero is hard at work trying to smooth the rough edges of history without creating a conundrum and he is seeing the reality of history without any bias from opinionated so called experts of the period.

Jessie dates Michael, a former co-worker, and sparks fly. But Michael's in a relationship with Claire, and Jessie wonders if she'll have to make him choose between the two women. Not suspecting that Claire has other plans, she soon finds out something about herself that changes the whole ballgame.

Charles Chase is the Chancellor of the Alliance. He is not a king, or a ruler, or a monarch of any kind. He is a leader. A leader of many worlds, many kings, many rulers, and many monarchies. Join The Chancellor as he finds wives, concubines, allies, and foes alike, treating each with the love, consideration, respect, or vitriol, they deserve. From his childhood friend to the daughter of the leader of a most hostile civilization, he meets the best of the best and the worst of the worst.

Chief Eddie Nolan's ship is heading south to Australia, and New Zealand. It is Eddie's dream cruise. He and his fellow Chief, HMC Al Tory are enjoying themselves and making a hit among the women they come in contact with. Eddie is also being kept up to date with what is happening with his wife and children in the letters being sent to him.

A brother has to save his sister from a violent marriage.

Bill Holland had gone through a terrible trauma in his life. Then he finds himself in another place. Maybe he is "HIM" maybe not. See what you think.

A Mel Story
Mel doesn’t just flow—she floods. When a hot yoga instructor with a voice like sandalwood and sin puts hands on her hips, she decides to stretch more than her hamstrings. From cat-cow to climax, Hot Flow, Slow Burn is a breath-slick, dialogue-driven romp through sweat, sass, and sex that’s anything but passive. Who knew enlightenment could be this filthy?