Natalie attends a Halloween party with Jason, her daughter's boyfriend. Jason is a very hands-on kind of guy. If not for rule eleven, this would have been my entry for the Halloween story contest. Consider this a non-canon fork from The Loyalty Gene. Time-wise, it's set between chapters eight and nine. / (Reviews)
An explosion and fire leaves Cosette, 10, and her mom Syl in crisis, they stay with their divorced neighbor Julie. But where's Sette's dad (Theo)? At Julie's, her ex-husband and his gorgeous admin (now his 2nd wife) visit often, staying, uh, overnight. Together in her bed. Really? How does that even work? Theo is back; he's studly in bed but unemployed, they're at risk for homelessness. Fond of Sette, Julie worries. What to do? (No under 18 sex.)
A Time Scope Story (3) Jeb Connors and his ladies are now in the middle of an intergalactic drama. The Altairian spacecraft's Captain invoked Directive 1495. Now Jeb and his ladies, four everyday citizens of the US, have been declared the Altairian's Facilitators. They must chair a meeting to negotiate an agreement between Earth's governments and the Empire, which the Altairians represent. Without an agreement, Earth's people will be bombarded back to their caveman days.
Average Joe was damaged in the First World War, shot down for the third time unlucky, often quipping that losing a leg and an ear he was "less than average" and at 43 was a confirmed bachelor. Then he met heavily pregnant widow Anjelica, "call me Anjie", but Joe thought she was an angel. And she was until her first husband turned up Out of the blue like a bad penny. Unusually, this story starts at the End rather than the Beginning.
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Violent storms are common in the Midwest. The one described here actually happened outside a little town I was staying in almost 20 years ago. It sounded like a train, the tornado axiom, if you will, but the straight-line winds cleared a windrow to stumps and killed several cattle (and I'm sure a lot of other critters). Friday I was in the shower, during a storm, when my muse spoke to me, and yes, when I looked out back, she was sitting on our boat.