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.
She was 19, pregnant, abandoned, no place to live, and broke. I was 70, a widower with a Daughter and Granddaughter, and financially secure. When I first saw her, I knew I wanted her in my life forever. She was suspicious and wanted little to do with me. I wore her down. Our relationship evolved and she decided I needed more women to care for me in and out of bed. Our life together was a roller coaster of ups and downs. There is too much to describe here. Read the story, if you are interested.
A Rage Story Young Michael FitzKiern was diagnosed with an odd medical condition that made his body produce a strange cocktail of chemicals that turned his fight-or-flight mechanism into something much different. Going to his geeky older brother's rescue in an afterschool fight, Michael found a natural high in his rage, and that made him something of a rage-addict. Instead of becoming a monster in a modern era where such things are frowned upon, Michael channeled his rage into something more... noble? / (Reviews)
A Rage Story After a brawl at the strip club at which he works, a bouncer walks home on a natural high thanks to a medical condition he has that makes fighting a pleasure. Unfortunately for him, forces have arrayed against him to repay his lack of respect for those he has smote so easily. But enemies are not the only ones with an eye on this unlikely hero and his rough night at work was just the beginning of a long journey on a path determined by his past.
The only story I managed to write over the summer break. See my blog for updates on why. Sorry, no sex in this one. As the owner of a minivan and the recepient of the perceptions involved on the occasions I'm forced to drive it, just had to get this one out.
Mike Johnson of the Time Patrol travels to 1852 New Mexico Territory to keep a crook from 2217 from screwing up the Gadsden Purchase. He takes weapons and other items from the future to help him in his quest. This was written at the request of several readers to combine a Western with a Time Travel story. I hope this meets with your approval. There is no overt sex, though the characters do talk about it.
Donjeta, princess and slave, must brave storm and sea, pirates and witches, and the lusts of an arrogant prince to journey home, all under the gaze of the meddlesome gods.