Jake McClintock works at a dude ranch. 30 years ago he played the lead in a famous western TV show, Montana Skies. He had a beautiful wife, fame, fortune, and a great career. Now, he fixes fences and toilets. He meets young Jamie Saunders and sparks fly. Then his agent tells him that Hollywood is ready to take another chance on him. Will they stay together and will their burgeoning love survive?
Ellen had never loved any man but her husband. On a foggy afternoon she walked through a once fashionable, and now deserted, neighborhood to the eighteenth cemetery where he was interred in the family mausoleum. She came to talk about their son.
A romance with aliens involved! Two college students meet thanks to a strange message. Their stories emerge as they get to know each other and the alien. It has religious overtones. I hope you enjoy the ride!
For some reason, I was moved to review and then revise this story. RG. Now (2/23/16), I'm beginning to work on a sequel.
Mike is 18 when his mother asks him to spend the summer with Aunt Leia. She is not much older—beautiful, blonde, and alone while her husband works far away. At first, it seems like a normal holiday: a big house, a swimming pool, and simple garden work. But soon, small moments between them start to feel different. A smile, a touch, or the way her dress falls open makes Mike’s heart race. He knows it is wrong, but he cannot stop thinking about her....
A Love in Lovett County Story Part of the Wold Stultus universe
An unhappy weekend fisherman is mired in a loveless marriage and meets a lovely lady who is mired up to her neck in mud of a different sort. He becomes very fond of her company, but becomes torn emotionally. Should he even attempt to save his own badly failing marriage or should he now cast his nets instead for the Marsh King's daughter?
A stand alone sequel about the relationships of two people. There is a lot of grouping this story qualifies for but we don't want to give anything away. Jake Rivers and I co-authored this story.
In classic tennis white -- white shorts, matching tank top, and sneakers -- she was eye catching. Her black shiny hair fell softly around her face. It was thick and I had to resist the urge to run my fingers through the luscious strands. And her glasses were gone. Her dark brown eyes seemed to draw me in like mirrors in reverse; and I decided I wanted to spend hours looking into them.