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A suitor and a trip to the doctor's office keep Stevie on edge. Once again, I am
a wordy writer, so only read if words are something you enjoy. Also, if you complain
that you don't understand a character's motivation while also admitting you skipped
parts of the story, then... never mind.
I hope you're all remaining well. These are such stressful times. God bless.
The Harper estate, Golden Bluffs, is a living museum on Mansion Row in Newport,
Rhode Island. Once the home of the most important chronicler of The Gilded Age,
Louisa Harper, the museum offers glimpses into Louisa's daily life in 1890.
The staff portray members of the family and staff.
Unexpectedly, a new Louisa is needed...
Group Meeting:
Demetria comes walking into the meeting room where she spots eleven other pregnant women sitting in a circle in comfortable chairs. Among the group of women, she was the youngest. She couldn’t believe how many of them had been forced or raped by people they trusted. She didn’t have that problem, she wanted to become a woman and became pregnant on purpose.
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.
My surgeon has not called yet, although it is getting close to the time that he recommended, so I just kept on writing. Since I do not know what day I will enter the hospital, I am trying to write this story so that each chapter can stand alone. It may not be long enough to be considered a serial, but it is planned to be more than one chapter.
Guns are not for Little Boys
A Lizzie Jane Adventure Chapter 1
Another fantasy, and it looks like dedications are gonna be the norm for these. I think these pieces are helping me, but writing them is really painful. I sat sobbing for a good two hours halfway through this one, and if you want to see the real story of what happened, it's in my blog on here. I'm not going to link to it, it's easy enough to find.
Coulda Been... Yet Again by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney Note: This is dedicated to the memory of Michael Andrew Galyen. My baby brother. 18 March 1991 - 12 September 2007.
This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...
Third one of these. I'm definitely enjoying writing them, as it's always better to think of pleasant things. A fantasy of what might have been if events had allowed, this one set between the first two installments. Another dedication in this one, too, maybe I should go back and dedicate the first one to my mother...
Coulda Been... Another Time by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...
"David," Christina said, "I'm glad that you and I got a chance to talk tonight. See, I'm on to your little scheme. Nina isn't going anywhere with you tonight."
David sneered, "Why don't you let Nina make up her own mind?"
Life has a way of happening when you stop paying attention to your troubles. The transformed women of the Hanks Gang have served their sentences and now must build new lives for themselves.
There are restaurants to run, poker hands to deal, blacksmiths and ranchers to...consider?
Here are eighteen stories of lumberjacks and bodyguards, fishermen and drag racers, plumbers and financiers who took a risk and fell in love with someone unexpected. They're a lot of fun and one or two of them might make you laugh-out-loud or even get a little teary-eyed. You should take that risk -- after all, romance is worth it.
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Dedications:"For Emily"
For Stanman: "He was always there to offer a kind word and encouragement."
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Robyn Lovelace
My life partner,
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