The setting is Zimbabwe in the mid 1980s, when the whites are being pushed out by a new black ruling class and the land is still lawless, the police more lawless than the rest. A Shona tribe police chief in central Zimbabwe wants fourteen-year-old European boys. The Whitfelds, trying to hold onto their dairy outside Gweru, have a fourteen-year-old blond foster boy, one who already is tasting sex from black men and craves more. The Whitfelds's answer to being able to stay on is an obvious one.
Trying to forget and to deny his Revolutionary War coupling with the fourteen-year-old soldier Andrew, newly minted and married lawyer, Ben Smithson, resettles at the Virginia frontier in 1790 to start a new, clean-slate, life as the community's lawyer. When his wife dies, however, he becomes ensnared in the desire for two fourteen-year-old boys, the gypsy boy Liam and the miller's son, Tad, an interest that is reciprocated and enflamed.
Nancy was a normal everyday office girl until he walked in to set up a new account at her bank. They started dating and getting to know each other when one day he told her what he was looking for... an old-fashioned girl!
A Legacy of Ruin Stories Victoria Kane steps into Vallmont to mend a failing dynasty. She mends it with her womb. Six men — crowned, titled, sworn — enter her one by one, then two by two, then all at once. Throne velvet darkens. Chapel marble chills. Garden air thickens with jasmine and musk. They spill everything. One child results. Adopted by the palace. The men live with the memory. And the cold.
The adventures of a brave young Amazon in a bygone era.
A story of sword and sorcery, but no sandals, as our heroine is always barefoot - and bare pretty well everything else.
What if every choice you ever made carried a weight you could never escape? One decision, one ripple, one domino — and the world begins to unravel. In a story where science feels like magic and fate bends under the weight of consequence, the prologue opens not with answers, but with the first tremors of catastrophe. Something ancient stirs, a secret awakens, and the chain of events has already begun.