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Vic Peltior and her partner only want to get on with their lives. Unfortunately for them, there are people who want them to do -- or be -- something else.
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Stephanie shivers as she rides through the thick snowflakes coming down. The built-in heater in her new outfit is turned up as high as it can go. Because the roads are icy, she has to concentrate on her driving.
As she was passing an alleyway, she spotted a burning car. Looking at it, she thought she saw someone pounding on one of the windows, trying to break out. She turned her motorcycle towards the burning car to check it out.
Alex, a concert pianist, is engaged to Veronica, an up and coming opera singer, who
happens to be the granddaughter of one of the worlds most famous divas. When her
grandmother passes away and leaves her vast Berkshire estate to Veronica, she finds
a storage room with dozens of steamer trunks filled with her grandmother's touring
clothes from forty to sixty years ago, all of which fit Veronica beautifully.
Surprisingly, there are also some clothes that will fit Alex, as well. Alex is
dubious about wearing the clothes, but Veronica's enthusiasm gets the better of him.
A very different premise than my last story, but hopefully you will enjoy it.
A tear ran down Christina's cheek. "You have to talk to me Nina," she cried. "Please?" she whispered as she dropped her head and sobbed quietly. "Nina, you have to open the door. I'm leaving soon, and I don't know if I'm ever going to see you again. Please, don't be mad at me."
The double doors of the Chapter Room opened and the group of us walked in. The walls were all hardwood and had been lovingly cared for, almost gleaming. There was a picture of the Shield of the House or whatever it was on one wall and a painting of some Victorian era woman on the wall opposite. There were no windows in the room, and it was big. The whole House could probably fit in here, which was probably the point come to think of it.
This is the last chapter in the current story arc. Enjoy.
This story is in Enbreez's universe of Ine's Flowers. The gist of that is that this Demi-goddess, Ine can take the souls of dead men and put them into female bodies that sell flowers. But the flowers transform the buyer because the girls seek out those who need that kind of thing. I put a bit of darkness into the sweet and light approach there, with Enbreeze's blessing.
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Death isn't always the escape, or hold the peace many believe. Pulled back from a self made Hell, a one time much abused soul is given another chance. Even if she doesn't seem to want it.
This one was written for a contest with a word limit. I'm posting it here the way I submitted it. Happy Halloween everyone! Go Trick or Treat, go to a costume party, and have fun on the day.
A Small Matter of Equity
by
Maggie Finson
Anton Burgess carefully examined the ornate gold ring in
A guick note here. This story is definitely for adults. I don't normally do a lot of sex in my stories but my co-writer insisted and to be honest the way the story was set up it was needed. My thanks to Bad Irving for working on this one with me, it was a long time ago, but it was fun.
“You know, I would never have recognised you, if you had not said Mum when I came in. Debbie’s done quite a job on you.”
“How do you feel about it?” I timidly asked.
“Well, I can’t say I’m happy about it. But, I can see the reasoning behind it. Your dad would be furious. You know how homophobic he is! You and George are not...?”
This continues the romance between Jake and Lizzie Jane. How about the ones who are trying to kill Lizzie Jane? Well, you will have to read the story to find out. (smile)
Guns are not for Little Boys
A Lizzie Jane Adventure Chapter 3 (Final Chapter)
I awoke feeling cold, the towel had slipped off my body leaving me displaying my wares for all to see. I felt stiff and my head pounded. With a little difficulty I rose from the bed, my hair was all standing up on end, I would need to wet it again, and my eyes were still red from crying. I felt exhausted.
The warmth from Josh’s body did make her feel a little better. She began to relax against the need to keep warm. For some strange reason, his closeness, his strength comforted her. It scared her a bit as well. Why was she becoming comfortable being held by a guy? It didn’t make any sense did it? Eric was never held by anyone girl or guy - except on rare occasions by his mother, when he was younger. Why did this feel so…. So nice?
The one where Lucy tells us what happens next…
Kris doesn’t think this bit works, but I think it’s nice to say thanks to the person who proofs and sometimes adds a little spice to my work. So stuff it, I’m gonna put it in anyway - thanks Kris, you do a bang-up job and should be patting yourself on the back coz I can’t reach from here.
“I wanted to find out who you were, your Highness, what I did last night, however insincere it might have been, did let me see the Princess of Riponia in a way that only a few close to her get to see. I……”
“So you were spying on us last night?” Tonya’s anger was creeping into her voice.
“Reconnaissance if you will, your Highness.” Captain Kalhoun admitted. “I wanted to know what kind of person you were. Much like you wanted to know about me.”
I have stepped out on uncharted grounds again (for me) with a little romance mixed with drama. I hope you like it. Whether you do or not, please comment.
Guns are not for Little Boys
A Lizzie Jane Adventure Chapter 2
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & Bonzi (The Killer)Cat.
part 90 (How the hell has it got to be this long?).
I awoke hearing someone snoring, for a moment it startled me. I felt a moment of panic, wondering where the hell I was and more importantly whose body was draped around mine, snoring? Then as my mind began to function a little more, I remembered last night.
The path of true love does not run smooth.. for Cathy it goes like a switchback! If you don't believe me, see for yourself...
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 89.
The discussion went on and the drinks went around again and again. I was on water to stay within the limit for driving, when Prof Agnew suddenly insisted I have a drink.
Romance...in Disguise
15 Tales of Transgender Unmasking! by Maryanne Peters Now on Kindle
Another volume of Transgender Romance from Maryanne Peters! Fifteen more stories with Mostly Happy Endings around the theme of disguise or concealment. Why would our lovers hide their identities?
To lure out a serial killer in Bait. To elude authorities in Border Crosser and Stowaway. To escape an angry mob in Sikh and Sanctuary. To avoid a custody battle in Running. Or to infiltrate a criminal organization in A Sicario Returns; a girls' school in St. Beatrice; a foreign power in Subversives; or just a bed in Her Roommate. And more disguises and reasons for concealment in six more stories!
All with Maryanne's deft twists and trademark happy endings. Mostly.
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The path of true love never did go smooth one old saying has it, but then again, all's well that ends well—mostly.
Danny's Perdition: It’s the 24th century and Danny has discovered that his work for the government has several times condemned people to termination. The newest suspect has been thoroughly transformed by a department called “Visual Perfection,” and now Danny must do his duty, once again. Would traveling across the continent in an antique machine offer a realistic alternative?
Also included A Dollar Short: Tilford has a dead-end job. The idea that someone would offer him a great position seems alien.
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