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

Prologue Saturday, 4 October 2003 As shadows threw obscure shapes over the ground, he looked at her sweet face. Innocent, beautiful, peaceful in repose. He wasn’t religious, but if a higher power did exist, he was envious. This exquisite creation was now in the arms of someone, or something, else. He’d followed her, studied her day and night, tracking her movements. She was so predictable. It had made his job easy; he’d been doing it long enough to know when someone was gulli

Chapter 2: Vision Quest ~ Dean realizes that he has a sacred mission to fill Dean felt a wave of heaviness in his eyes as sleep engulfed his body. The sound of distant drumming roused him. How long have I been out of it? He reached for his flashlight, which still didn’t work. “Damn curse!” He raked his fingers through his disheveled hair. The drumming got louder and louder, and Dean’s head pounded. God, what I wouldn’t give for some aspirin and a cold Coke. He rustled through