This is a time-travel story set in the very old West. There are no six-shooters or rifles. Rather, it is the story of how a college student manages to survive and make his life better, as well as that of his friends. What would you do if you were plopped down in front of some very hostile Indians who were only interested in seeing what your insides looked like? Luckily, our hero was able to survive those first 15 or so minutes. Could you do as well? / (Reviews)
Raymond Grant's nightmares have been getting worse lately. Strangely familiar images and feelings have even intruded into his everyday life, and as events unfold he soon learns his life is not a normal one. Past and present collide and show him his ultimate destiny... one steeped in darkness, but serving justice.
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In the late seventeeth century, a young man is saved from the bite of a deadly snake by the "kiss" of a woman. From this he becomes a vampire, and the woman's lover. Together they rule a small island off the coast of what is now Florida.
A young punk finds the yacht of a drug lord abandoned off the coast of Florida--with said drug lord dead aboard her! I asked myself, "How could a drug cartel actually do good?" This story is my answer.
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.
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.
A Conversations Story A simple man comes home early to find a strange car in his driveway... An old trope on the cheating wife sydrome, but one with a very strange twist, and a definite sting in the tail.