Tag Bonewell is a failed P.I. The only positive thing he has going for him is his mind-boggling sex life with his secretary, the luscious, football-titted, Lucy Fern. True, he also has his neighbor, the practicing witch, Wanda Blake, an older, truly insatiable woman, but that shit don't pay the rent.
When Tag takes the house dick job at the Wellington Hotel, he meets the luscious Mergie and the delectable Greta. Now, if he only had time for his job! So many women, so little time!
Harry's a worker, a very good worker, but he is from the wrong side of the divide from the lovely Wendy, his Overseer and long been his object of desire. He cannot believe they have any possible future together. In fact, even Harry's core beliefs in his purpose in life is in doubt, fuelled by naysayers. A short tongue in cheek fantasy romance story.
Hoping to avoid the trappings of romance, love, and marriage that seem so expected on Valentine’s Day, five women decide to take a motorcycle ride through the Rocky Mountains. Instead, they find themselves trapped in the past. Can they find a way back to their own time? Will they find true love and want to stay? Or is it a TIME TO RIDE?
We don't own each other, but we have more personal privilege that allows us be clear when we are making each other unhappy. No one gets burned in this, but they reflect on what each spouse owes the other. A bit philosophical - but that's nothing new for me. I think you may enjoy this husband and wife as they contest their wants and desires, and the potential results!
Maybe those Myans were right. This was certainly the end of the world.. This is another one of my 'way-too-old' tales I found on an ancient hard drive. Enjoy the read folks.