books
-
Fane was practically buzzing. Ishan watched, baffled at the new bounding ball of energy. Ishan had seen him happily content, yes, but Fane was excited, and not in a murderous way. He slipped his arsenal into his holsters but neglected his socks and boots. His hair pooled around him in a copper curtain. His eyes…
-
Fane walked briskly through the hallways. “Do you want to go outside?” Ishan offered, wondering if closing themselves into their bedroom would be the best idea for the man. Fane paused to look up at the platinum-blond man. He was lost and cold. He pulled Ishan to him and buried his head in the blond’s…
-
Dinner was lavish, as to be expected of Mrs Stiner. She had been the top reigning chef of a lead New York French restaurant in her day. She was a little disgruntled, though, to find no one enjoying their meal as much as she. Miss Teslanoviach was staring at her square plate like it was…
-
He paced the study of his house. Books lined cherry shelves and his desk was overcrowded with papers and electronics. He had sent his maid up to check on the woman. What had possessed him to intervene was beyond him. A simple trip was all he wanted. He had gone to see the beginnings of…
-
She sat rigidly in her chair, her second hand corset pinching at her ribs. This was not comfortable in the least. What had ever possessed her to go from her folks farm in Kansas to Manhattan of all places was beyond her now.
-
It was cold in the room, but I could already feel the pits in my shirt growing moist. Lovely. Just lovely. My bright, chipper mood had crumbled into the dust bin, alongside my motivation to even be in the room. I wanted to go get in my car and go home.
-
Thaddeus Jaeger just wants a job. The Librarian’s Guild wants an assassin. Genre: adult, fantasy, romance
-
Day 2 in a Red Sea Witch bay Dark and stormy nights they said. Maelstroms and typhoons they warn about. Anything and everything that can tear the sails and overload the bilge pump. What they don’t warn you about are the crosses along the shores. The ones far and away from any proper lighthouse. There…
-
Marin Goranich wanted to be an artist. The Great Depression saw to a different profession: fish trawling. When a hurricane destroys the cliff face he lives on, Marin encounters a wounded merman. In trying to save the creature’s tail, the would-be artist learns the hard way that he may be a little more fish than…
Chapel Orahamm 