A Story in the STEELVILLE AND ENVIRONS Universe
Ronnies first marriage dies with a death of disinterest. He divorces and rebuilds his life with the help of a divorced woman living near him. Follow him as he finds new love, remarries and raises a second family in love.
Once, magic worked. Centuries before Babylon, a boy from a poor family and little physical skill found a place through talent and hard study. His desires--safety, food, a woman’s affection--were in reach. But life was often short and risky: disease and drought, fire and enemy blades always loomed. To escape death, the apprentice hid away his spirit in a dangerous spell. He didn’t expect to sleep so long. Now, there are no sorcerers. Everything changed. And yet... / (Reviews)
A Story in the Dizyntk Imperium Universe
Virathea journeys home for the first time in years in order to recover from her wounds. She is also bringing her new human mate with her. Will Cynthia be able to prove herself to those of Virathea's family that still hold the same view of humans that Virathea herself once had?
Her 50th birthday was a total disaster for Wendy Barton; she was in a terrible mood and let it be known throughout the plant that it was not to be mentioned. Of course, as a joke, new employee Ryan Whalen was urged to wish her a happy birthday. First, sparks flew but romance was not long in coming, despite the disparity of their ages.
A prifysgol Story This is the fifth and final part of my story about life at University in Cardiff in the early 1970's. At the start of my second year, I was sharing a flat with three girls. And then it started getting complicated. Very complicated, actually.
Set in the early eighties when Duran Duran and Visage were top of the music tree. Paul was just getting to grips with his growing up and coming to terms with certain differences...
A Story from The Town A misunderstanding leads to a far more complex situation than Ben or Rebecca could have anticipated. In this continuation of The Analyst, Becca starts wearing restraints for a mix of advocacy, safety, and reasons she can’t fully articulate. The truth? It’s all of these—and none. As half-truths unravel, she becomes ensnared in the web of stories she's woven.
Readers with siblings will know about the title. I hated it, as a child who liked to look after my toys, when Mother ordered me to share my toys with my brothers or house guests. They would break them or lose attachments or fold over the corners of your comics or books. Tim Smith was like that. He started out poor and had to share growing up but as an adult he refused to share. Oh he was generous to a fault and he'd give you the shirt off his back, but share what was precious to him? No, never!