Contains explicit, graphic sex and language including lesbians and femdom. Intended for individuals over the age of 18! ##### TABLE OF CONTENTS GETTING FREAKY WITH MY ROOMMATE ALSO BY MISTY ROSE ABOUT MISTY ROSE ##### GETTING FREAKY WITH MY ROOMMATE ##### My roommate Penny and I start...
As mundane as the items seemed, they were a big part of his plans for the war. The day before the final spade was finished, the first heavy snows started to fall around the capital. Thad wished they had held off for a few days more, but there was little he could do to control nature. With the spa...
Telling herself that it was just a quick look, only curiosity, she checked medical websites, just as she had done years ago, for reasons why a woman did not conceive again after the successful and easy birth of a first child. Maybe there would be new research? Maybe things had changed? But the in...
And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias. Oscar Wilde, Irish writer, poet and anarchist My first thought when I wake up is that I will get my Year Twelve results today. Results come out at ...
Worth your time AND money AND sincere attention.” —Steven Gould, author of Jumper UNWELCOME BODIES Seven short stories, three novelettes, and one novella of dark science fiction including “Captive Girl,” from multiple Nebula Award nominee Jennifer Pelland. Author commentary is provided at the con...
The movie is based on the novel of the same name. Dylan is the son of Hollywood couple Peter McKinsey and Leah Smith-McKinsey. He starred in last year’s comedy films, ‘Brothers of America’ and ‘In My League’. In the same year, Cassie Summers received an Oscar-nomination for ‘Best Supporting Actre...
The president's chief of staff paced up and down outside the stateroom where the two men were meeting. Finally he knocked softly on the door. “Mr. President, we must be on our way. They're waiting for us in Washington.” The door opened, and the president and Calvaux emerged from the stateroom. “Y...
It was Saturday night and she was set: she had a bottle of chardonnay chilling in the fridge, a plate full of pad thai, and a marathon on Lifetime, stuffed full of taboo romance. She pulled to the exit of the shopping center, clicking on her turn signal. She shot her head to the left. The coast w...
Characters, organizations, events, and places (even those that are actual) are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Lock, Norman, 1950– The port-wine stain: with an unfinished tale by Edgar A. Poe / by >Norman ...
It was a strategy for winning arguments, respect from others, and eventually, though neither of us knew it at the time, chess games. “Bite back your tongue,” scolded my mother when I cried loudly, yanking her hand toward the store that sold bags of salted plums. At home, she said, “Wise guy, he n...
“Hey, boss.” “Come on in,” said Galen. “I was hoping you’d follow me to the conference room. Tad has come up with something but he’s hit a snag.” “Is it that important?” “Tad worked on it all night and it’s driving him nuts.” Galen sent his proposed edit of the Grinder contract to Tuha, with a co...
After all, it was no good finding it had human blood and semen on it, if it then turned out not to be old enough to date back to the time of Jack the Ripper. I was sure it was at least that old, but I needed to prove it. Not long into my research I made another, massive di...
I’d had little sleep the night before, I’d had a full working day, and I’d observed a lot of puzzling behavior.But Claude’s personal car, a burgundy Buick, was parked in front of my house. On the whole, I was glad to see it.His window was rolled down, and I could hear his radio playing “All Thing...
No one touch it!’ Miss Stine cried. Not that I had plans to. I’d felt the size of it when it had lain out dead; it was as big as a pony. And now, stood up, swaying like a drunk, its presence seemed to fill the room. ‘’Twas better left dead,’ said Mr...
WAKEY-WAKEY!’ Jenny forced her eyes open, squinting in the glare of the snow-reflected light streaming through the bedroom window. ‘Phone for you. Someone called Ryan.’ ‘What time is it?’ Her voice was thick with sleep. ‘Just gone eight.’ Michael wa...