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January 20, 2015
Winning Her Back Pt II
Part One is here. He moved through the house, picking up odds and ends scattered all over the place. Pizza boxes, beer bottles and dirty clothes littered the floor. ���Christ, I���m a fucking slob. Why didn���t I pay attention to Tammy before now?��� The trash went into the can while the clothes went in the … Continue reading Winning Her Back Pt II →
January 11, 2015
Winning Her Back, pt 1
Brett strolled into the tavern and took his customary seat at the far end of the bar near the bathrooms. Both of his favorite bartenders were on shift. Lacy, dressed as always in all black, stacked up a stretch of longnecks, and popped their tops in rapid succession. The crowd of guys … Continue reading Winning Her Back, pt 1 →
November 30, 2014
It’s A Bit Late, But It’s Here!
This is the copy of my book that I check to make sure it’s free of errors before it goes to print. \o/
November 14, 2014
November 6, 2014
October 13, 2014
Jennifer Steel, Agent of the F.S.I.A. Chapter 11
Rob paced the operations center. “Have you found her yet?” Stevenson shook his head, “Negatory, sir. Give me a little more time. She’ll pop up on camera shortly.” Rob sighed and resumed his pacing. The director walked into the center … Continue reading →
October 10, 2014
Jennifer Steel, Agent of the F.S.I.A. Chapter 10
Jennifer sat on the cold stone floor of the cave. Further in than she wanted to go, she could hear small animals scurrying around. The smoke from her bonfire kept larger animals away. The fire crackled and popped as she … Continue reading →
October 8, 2014
Jennifer Steel, Agent of the F.S.I.A. Chapter 9
Rob glanced at the carbon fiber face of his Black Seal MTM watch. Jennifer had been gone for over two hours. It was only supposed to take forty-five minutes. He sighed and looked at his friend. The blond woman smiled … Continue reading →
October 6, 2014
Jennifer Steel, Agent of the F.S.I.A. Chapter 8
Jennifer slowly came to, dimly aware that her legs were cold. Damn it. I kicked the blankets off again. She hated when she did so. Why do I end up kicking off my blankets every time I hang out with … Continue reading →
October 3, 2014
Jennifer Steel, Agent of the F.S.I.A. Chapter 7
She found a six-foot steel door twenty minutes later. A thick wooden bar across it sealed the portal. She lifted the bar up and tossed it to one side, swinging the door silently on well-oiled hinges. She stepped through … Continue reading →
