The New Girl at Uskweirs Manor

a pastoral romance by Miriam Robern

Lucky, Actually

Sussex, May 1813

The New Girl at Uskweirs Manor

a pastoral romance by Miriam Robern

A Long-Awaited Visit

Sussex, May 1813

“This is insane.” Theresa Chesterley stood on the other side of the open door that led from Amelia’s Rosedale Room to Chesterley’s Parisian Room.  Her hand was still on the knob; her luggage, freshly delivered, sat in a neat stack behind her.

The New Girl at Uskweirs Manor

a pastoral romance by Miriam Robern

Disclosures

Monmouthshire, April 1813

“I don’t think this is the way to your room, my dear,” Theresa chuckled as Amelia dragged her across Uskweirs’ least scenic pasture.

Changes in Attitudes – Part 2
By Kathi Jo Daniels

Saturday, November 20, 2004 – Party

With the assurance that I wouldn’t be paired with a male, we attended the swinging party at Diana and Dawn’s. We knew Laura and were introduced to her business partner, Wanda. Two other couples, Mark and Nancy, and Roger and Lisa, were also introduced. Dawn served everyone a flute of Champagne.

Alex had a terminal Cancer diagnosis and thought she would die before she got to be the girl she always was inside. That all changes when she's in the wrong place at the right time and gets transported to another world and into the body of a girl. So what if she's not human, she's alive and a girl. Now if only she had her sister with her to navigate this new world and her new responsibilities. Wait, she's here too? The passage of their souls between worlds may have doomed the Earth to apocalypse, but Alex and Michelle won't be there to see it and they have enough problems on their hands.

Destiny's Serendipity

Episode Eighteen: The Airship Modification

A Thriller - Romance - Transgender Serial

From the Limoxian Universe

By Jo Dora Webster

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Chronicles of Ashley Elizabeth Fisherman
Northern Flags in Southwinds Flutter
-6-
Welcome to the ER

I have never ridden in the back of an ambulance before. But I guess that was something I could finally cross off my bucket list. I mean I'd already checked off 'Coming out of the Egg' today by spouting to a bunch of random people I was transgender. And the worst that happened was that they gave me a total blank stare. Like I'd spouted a second hand and I started saying the Lord's Prayer backwards in Latin. 

 I was still curious, though concerning the hints about ‘Even more forn parts’, until Bevan called into our team office, which was, to say the least, unusual. He had a stranger in tow, who didn’t smell like plod, so we gathered round, drinks in hand along with a few sandwiches, and awaited introductions and, we were guessing, a briefing. Bevan waited till we were all settled, and smiled around the room.

The place wasn’t familiar, of course; the stench of Charlie Cooper was still hanging over every part of the City, but we were out at Winsford, not that far from Neil’s address. Mr Sedgewick had been cheeky, asking specifically if I could possibly visit Gemma’s before the trip, so both Candice and I were carrying several cardboard boxes of pastries in readiness. She had found a pub that did rooms in a place called Little Budworth, as there was sod-all in Winsford, and neither of us fancied a Purple Palace again. She was driving, a works car, because the public transport was also non-existent. At least the HQ had a decent amount of parking. We waited at the desk like good little girls until a civilian came to collect us, and off we went to Mr Sedgewick’s office, towing the consolidated evidence bundle in a non-small pull-along suitcase.