He had carried me to bed while I slept; my prince charming. I stretched my arms and legs like a cat, as I felt around the bed for him. It was empty but for me and the endless assortment of pillows and sheets. No surprises there – Will always had to leave early for work. I felt a small box under m...
Backed up against the stair newel, J.G. had his arms raised protectively before him, his expression a mixture of amusement and apprehension, while inches away Pearl hovered, a diminutive fury with hands crooked into claws, her pretty voice shrilling invective. Her bonnet had come off and her brai...
They occur in earlier legends from different parts of Old Earth but at the time of the Triad they were the tools of Starquin as he shaped the Girl to his Purpose. Starquin’s Purpose... This did not emerge until the Hate Bombs were planted, so the one very important event that happened before the...
“Now let me see …” She eyed the Italian boy staring back at her. “You’re Arturo, right?” “That’s right!” he said with a smile. “Now the rest!” Ebba studied the two girls standing next to him. Arturo, she knew, was ten and a half. One of the girls wa...
@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } For One Night Only! By Angelé Wells ***** Published by Angelé Wells at Smashwords For One Night Only! Copyright © 2013 Angelé Wells Thank you for downloading this free ebook. Although this is a free book, it remains the copyri...
He offered to stay, even to attend the meeting with Tatlock, but Brady said no. “He’ll understand it was an accident and that I was scared. He’s a good guy.”But as his uncle pulled away, the all-too-common tingle up his spine overtook Brady and made him want to bolt again. Unfortunately, Tatlock ...
Most likely, it stood there when the woods were fields—a marker between properties or just a spot for the cows to graze out of the sun—and it had remained after the farmers left and the fields gave way to forest once again. It seemed a shame, somehow, to cut it down, but it was dying, and besides...
C. BLAZE Copyright © 2012 Cowboy Candy by C. C. Blaze All rights reserved. ISBN: 10: 1479106305 ISBN-13: 1479106301 CHAPTER 1 Dusty Cash was sitting on his front porch drinking from a large jug of ice-cold water. The day had been a long one, and he still had plenty to do. The heat scorched his l...
“Looking at the two of you, it’s like it never happened and I’m just wondering how you got there.” “Counseling helps, and calling Allan a hundred times a day calms me. Loraine…does this have something to do with why you left home to hide here?” Loraine sat up stunned. What did Riana know about th...
She meets them with her own, knocking mine astray or else dodging them. The few cuts I connect with and the pain escaping her lips fuel me, as do the few blows she gifts me back. Each of them fills me with rage. “I told you to kill me when you had t...
When you’re out on tour, wherever you may be, the native with whom you come in contact most is the man whose job it is to drive you to and from the airport, hotel, hall an restaurants, the man who also tends to be your guide on sight-seeing junkets and shopping sprees. In other words, your chauff...
The Nine took breakfast very seriously.Tiera felt a little uncomfortable wearing such loose clothing when everyone around her was wearing semi-formal wear. She finally asked, “Isn’t there a version of the Nine clothing that isn’t elegant or formfitting?”Tonos sat back and sipped his tea. “Not on ...
"Well, lessee," Anders mulled, as he bit into a bologna sandwich. "The few signals I got all seem to indicate some sort of a planetary survey. The LGMs have surveyed sectors C-4 through F-10, and H-12 through M-20 in three consecutive transmissions. I have no idea where on the planet those sector...
And so it was all too easy for me to push my deadlock with Nafanua into the darkest closets of my mind. Matile shook her head sadly at my tattoo as she muttered about the sacrilege of desecrating one’s body, the holy temple of the spirit. But she was thrilled to find that I was the taupou for Cul...
It has been a long day and a tough year. All I can say is, “Thank God for Charlie.” I goose my Honda Accord. Technically, I run the red light; but, if I lose the truck now I won’t have a clue where to go. Charlie brings the truck to a stop at the next light. As I wait fo...