“It’s cold in here. You should light a fire.” Sara shivered, hoping for a cuddle. “Not until that chimney’s swept.” Joe was always so practical, but a date stripping wallpaper wasn’t what she’d had in mind. “How many layers of… Continue Reading
I finish tightening the final clamp securing Sara to the rack, and step back. The light summer sundress clings lovingly to her figure just like I remembered, but all the holes and dirt smears take away from her attractiveness rather… Continue Reading
Daylight hazed through the net curtains; sterile, bright; a day with just a little too much summer in the air. The alarm clock chimed out its last good-morning call and cut out. Holly had that smile on her face, that… Continue Reading
She’s brewed a pot of Darjeeling. No tea bags today. She’s cooked an omelet with six eggs and two kinds of cheeses, creating a creamy blue and yellow striated, slightly pungent centre that she hopes he’ll like. It’s a new… Continue Reading
I break the surface of the water, gasping for air, spitting dirty seawater from my mouth. I glance around. She’s watching me from a distance, her head bobbing above the gentle waves. Annoyed. She’s been asking the same question for… Continue Reading
It was the Valentine day. Had I been in my senses I wouldn’t have dared to do it, but then love is said to blunt your senses, isn’t it? It was Namita’s well-known voice, from an unknown number. Her friend’s,… Continue Reading
Her jaw dropped! Never in a million years did she expect this from him. She was flabbergasted. A confused chuckle escaped and she closed her eyes tightly. Counting to three she opened them again. Still, he kneeled there before her,… Continue Reading
Missy slid into the booth in the very back corner of IHOP, crossing her arms in front of her and dropping her head to rest on them with a thud. “Nice to see you, too,” Sean remarked around a mouthful… Continue Reading
Blood-red neon outside makes liquid demands. Haul-It Inn. So I do, pushing my way through frosted plate-glass doors to strike a pose upon dented hardwood floor. Black take-me pumps and high-gloss cherry lips and Chip and Pepper blue jeans. A… Continue Reading
Joanna Torrance wasn’t a stalker. On the contrary, she was a sane, attractive, heartbroken twenty-eight-year-old with a whopping new mortgage and all the responsibilities of her job as an emergency care nurse. It wasn’t Joanna’s fault that Hugh Campbell’s house… Continue Reading