Violent Stories

Out of the frying pan, into the fire… Or in the case of 23-year-old Vincent Hargrove — out of a tragic past, into an unfaithful marriage. When it gets to be too much he runs away. Isolated in the woods hoping against hope that time will heal all wounds. Isolation in the deep woods of central Oregon he finds peace in solitude. As he develops a small parcel of land left to him by his grandparents he gets along with minimal human contact, until a desperate foreign woman crosses his path. / (Reviews)

A story in the Tales From The Shack Universe
Doing what has to be done.

A man is hunted for what he has created. NOTE: STORY HAS BEEN 100% GRAMMAR CHECKED!

A veteran of the Asphalt Arenas makes one final rescue.

For those of you who read the first one, this is the sequel that I threatened would come. It still remains religious in tone. It features more from the daughters though still told from the father's point of view. I hope you enjoy this effort. It just flowed. You might even find some surprises. RG

A young farm boy comes of age in rural America in the 1950s. A shy boy, who before his fifteenth birthday has never dated and never seen a naked female. He learns the truth about his heritage after a tragic plane crash. His crazy life leads him through a sexual odyssey like none you've seen before. He goes from rags to riches to power, but never forgets where he came from. WARNING: This story contains a LOT OF SEX... The title should give you an idea about the content.

The Powerborne Series
Ral wants to celebrate the end of his first semester, but he's attacked while running, then he's asked to find a missing member of House Leonis, which leads to the discovery of a new serial killer. On top of those issues, Uniforms treat him like a troubled teen heading for hard times, and Lt. Stanfield's new partner's opinion is worse. What does one do when outclassed, outgunned, and marked for death? He fights. But, can Ral survive and prove his innocense when no on believes in him?

What does it mean to possess something? Does it truly belong to the person holding it? Are people even in control of their selves, their emotions? Just like beauty is in the eye of the beholder, possession is nine|tenths.