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HAPPY PAWN 2

The Laptop
            Jerrick scrubbed his hands over his slick scalp then over his face.  He looked at the glowing screen of the laptop, the spreadsheet with its neat rows and columns.  Numbers.  Jerrick knew numbers.  Numbers were his livelihood and his love, but if he didn’t fix this…this huge screw-up, they wouldn’t be for much longer.This is what he got for buying a second-hand laptop.  This is what he got fo...

Tutor

            Sitting on the concrete bench in front of the building, I smoked between classes.  I liked the spot, a kind of perch atop the wide stairs that overlooked sidewalks, flowerbeds, oaks planted after the campus burned during the Civil War, and the crosswalk.  Despite a flashing neon yellow sign that read, “Stop for pedestrians,” someone got hit there every semester.  Stupid kids, driving like stupid kids, and hitting other st...

On the Corner of Main Street

            The edge of the gray tub dug into my thigh as I pressed it against the ice machine.  The magnet that held the flap up had broken off, so I had to use one hand to hold the flap while I used the other to paw around in search of the scoop.  The lip around the edge of the tub had crumbled away on all but one side, so I used that side to hold up the tub while the opposite side threatened to saw its way through my jeans.  Findi...

Drowning isn't such a bad way to go.

            I was ten, back when I spent enough time in the sun to turn a deep, golden brown.  That summer I had a Minnie Mouse swimsuit.  It was red with white polka dots that the sun’s rays could penetrate, so I had a silver dollar-sized polka dot tan under my suit.            My parents borrowed my uncle’s boat and took my brother and me to visit our neighbors, who were also borrowing a boat and...

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BLURB: 
Skye Daniels knows it isn’t wise to wander alone in the Big Easy, but she hopes the trip will give her a break from the teasing she endures at school and time to sort her feelings for playboy Whit Hastings and his best friend Linc Moore. When a stranger tries to gra...

Elemental

            The golems – stone, steel, and fire – came for him, and he met them.              He swept over the plains, his toes hovering just above the dry landscape.  Arms pinwheeling, slashing, jabbing.  With one swing of his silvery gray arm, he bashed a rocky head to dust.  At the contact, veins, inset in all his visible flesh, glowed and absorbed the released spirit of his...

THE FIFTH: Epilogue

I apologize for waiting so long to post this. I had intended to, and then work got all in my face. Now that I have work somewhat under control, I am posting the official end of THE FIFTH. I have outlined the next book in this saga, but since I am currently trying to finish a rough draft on a really exciting novel, I won't start on the sequel any time soon. I hope you'll keep visiting my blog for the dream-stories and quickies I plan to post. Thanks for reading!

Epilogue: Healing
“Fifth!  C...

Quickie: Whiskey Kiss

            I stood before the floor to ceiling bookshelves, running my fingers over leather-bound editions and watching the gold letters flash with the passage of ceiling fan blades.  He had quite a collection, especially for a man his age.  Especial and in my heart, set apart and above, by my love for him and his mind.              “What are you doing in here?” he asked.    ...

Dressing Down

          In the barn, the deer hung on something that resembled a sadistic coat hanger.  The ends were sharpened spikes that pierced through the skin between the small bones in the deer's lower hind legs.  The hook was a loop of metal hung on a fat tack, resembling a small railroad spike, in a beam of the barn.  The deer dangled, spread-eagle, over the vegetable tray from the beer fridge.
          He'd killed it only...

Quickie: Herbal Essence

Note: When I'm not writing novels, I am usually writing erotic shorts. This post begins a new collection on this blog that I'm entitling "Quickies." I plan to post some of the old ones and write some new ones. Here is the first. Enjoy!
          In the bathroom of the restaurant, she crossed from the row of stalls to the row of sinks.  She pressed the pump on the dispenser, and the scent of the soap drifted up to her.  Lavender.  As the warm water r...