EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 9 My blood froze when I rode up to my garage to see the door open.  My gulp was audible as I eased off on the throttle.  The metal shutter was swinging awkwardly in the frame, ripped away and bent to show the strength of the person who had torn it down. My garage lay open for all the world to see, as if my soul was on display.   My bike engine cut out and I drew in a deep breath, dismounting on shaking legs.  I knew who would be waiting for me. “Run or fi

BEYOND THE MIST It was a very hot and sultry summer’s day. The Thompson family were halfway around the UK, a well-earned holiday tour in their recently renovated, camper van. Inside the van, the heat was oppressive – unbearable at times. Adrian turned to his wife, Julia. “If you’re all agreeable, I think we should have a stop for a couple of hours. The heat through this window is overbearing, and even with all the windows down there doesn’t seem to be a breath of air in here.

THE SUMMER AND THE MAY A Sample Frank’s bed is in the corner under a high window. While he laughs with the boys Caroline watches the relentless tattoo of first hail, and then more rain, on the glass. The sky is purple-black with storm clouds. Inside the ward the electric light seems even harder and brighter. Caroline feels she can’t breathe. Frank hasn’t said anything about Verity or about the accident; neither has she. It doesn’t matter now. Caroline eases out of her plastic

Chapter One   This hadn’t been what Amy expected when she arrived at the temp agency this morning. She’d been working here for several months, and the latest job had ended. In the past, they had just given her a new location and sent her on. No need to come into the office. Today, she had been summoned to an interview. Thank goodness she’d worn her best suit since she’d thought she was going to a new location. She didn’t recognize anyone from the agency. In fact, there was on

Emperor Constantine banned the Vestal Virgins in 391AD. Little did he know one would return to avenge and take back what was rightfully hers. History meets mystery in this Supernatural Thriller! The Last Vestal Virgin Chapter Three Early Revealings  Christina begins to realize something strange is happening to her. Christina stood in the parking lot anxiously waiting to see her mom’s black BMW. “Now, where is this woman?” She thought about her day and how it wasn’t so bad. S

INSATIABLE Chapter 4  APRIL April quickly headed down the path in the direction of the tennis courts, following the sound of the blower.  It was going to be a real scorcher but she was oblivious to the heat. Rounding a bend, she came upon the property manager who had his back to her, clearly preoccupied with his job.  She paused to eye up his gleaming, broad back and his rounded, muscular glutes.  Drake ran up to her, wagging his tail and demanding to be patted.  He was happy

Writer/Poet Rikke Rose Rasmussen A cheery, Hi Everybody, Lorraine and I have some amazing news today! A few hours ago, you saw a very first, guest author post from Rikke Rose Rasmussen. And our good news is that you will be seeing more of Rikke's work. The reason for that, is that from today, Rikke is joining Lorraine and I on our blogging team! Not only is she joining the blogging team, but Rikke will also be on our Read, Write, Repeat admin team. I'm sure you would all like

Author Rikke Rose Rasmussen Hi! My name is Rikke Rose Rasmussen and I’m a Danish author, translator, reiki master, recycling artist and globetrotter. I grew up in my parents’ printing office, I got my first diary when I was five (in fact, I still have it!), I wrote poems and song texts all through my teenage years, and I ended up working as a translator and author. I’ve been surrounded by words my entire life, and I love it! Over the past few years, I’ve been wondering what h

CHAPTER 16 Dad returned to work and was managing to toe the line with his new part time hours. Things were ticking over in much the same fashion. Anthony and I were avoiding each other as much as possible when we were both home. I socialised with my friends, and he with his. I knew the day was fast approaching when Mum would be inviting us around for Sunday dinner and having already discussed this matter with Anthony, we agreed to both go for appearances sake. It should be q

Some memories keep knocking at the door and waiting for peace to let them in. They don’t know that forgiveness is holding the key. Someone once told me that a child who grew up without parents and survived war has nothing in common with an animal behind shelter bars. But I know they do. They are both waiting for a hero to save them. They share the same pain. They share the same confusion. The unavoidable helplessness is a heavy burden to bear. Wide-open eyes can’t shed a tear