Elara, a young Moon Goddess priestess, is captured, cursed, and transported to a technologically advanced world. She teams up with Finn, a brilliant engineer, to expose corrupt forces exploiting technology and bring justice. A thrilling tale of magic, technology, and self-discovery unfolds.
Elara must confront her inner darkness and decide her loyalties. Will she break free from the magician’s control or become a pawn in a power struggle?
Although this story is fiction - fiction being defined as an imaginative creation or pretense - it would seem logical to me that there are women and girls whose lives are similar to those described herein. Young girls experiment, adults make mistakes, and sometimes you can't see the forest for the trees. It's all part of what makes us human. I like to think of it as a love story.
Two people with a rocky past meet on a one night stand and make a connection. Will their rocky past keep them from finding each other, or will true love prevail?
Winner of the October 2004 Silver Clitoride. / (Reviews)
The Carpenter Files
After seven years in prison, our "hero" gets out with the idea of revenge on the people who put him in there on his mind. Things kind-a snowball from then on.
A Caddymaster Story (28) The twenty eighth story in the Caddymaster saga. Jackie and Billy lock horns over who is going to control their business dealings.
You'd think a man would be completely demoralized when he discovered his wife was conspiring against him. But Dexter is no ordinary man. He just doesn't realize it.
A Serendipity Chronicles Story (1) Serendipity is a sailing yacht, owned by Ted Quinton, who has escaped the rat-race to live a rather selfish life as a free-lance skipper and charter captain. Girlfriends come and go without any serious commitment until Serendipity is chartered by a young woman wanting a few months' adventure while she can; she's newly pregnant.
This is another romance plus a bit. It is set in the Liverpool area of England against a civil engineering background. To say more would spoil the plot. There is no descriptive sex.