"His need is specific. She is his woman. And, he is coming for what is his."
When he closed his eyes, no matter how slight, he could see the movement of her dark, golden skin against the paleness of his own. He could feel it and that was torture. He craved her touch and the mercy...
"In the past, a virgin bride lost her cherry to the local Priest, but what if there was none to pop?"
Walden and Bayard crouched low in the grasses beyond the crumbling stone wall outside Carmarthen Abbey. The young squire's leather skull-cap kept slipping down over his eyes each time his jaw turned and stretched wide to gnaw off another bite...
"A young widow begins a new life as a prostitute."
The stagecoach came to a bumpy stop in front of the Wells Fargo and Co. Express building in Columbia, California. Winnifred, or Winnie as she was known to her friends, looked out at the brickwork building and sighed. For the...
"Meanwhile, back in the early 1800s..."
One fine Yorkshire afternoon, the 'eligible' Mr William Postlethwaite and I took a gentle walk across the moor towards the notorious Merripath House. The views were as exceptional as ever and the landscape's bleak, rolling hills inspired my imagination far...
"He was tired of death; tired of trying to kill unknown men who kept trying to kill him."
It was another turbulent day in the summer of 68. Student protests raged from the Sorbonne to Berkeley. In the US, civil rights demonstrations and anti-war rallies were turning violent. Martin Luther King was dead; Bobby Kennedy would be soon....
"Spies, sex and serendipity's smorgasbord. The cold war--gloves, hats and sexy spy-craft."
Everyone knows the name Kim Philby. You all know the notorious Cambridge Five spy ring. Unlike that famous quintet you have never heard this tale before. You have never heard the name, “Jean de Langham,” unless perhaps you are a...
The farmland that had fed two generations before me was barren. We were in the middle of The Dust Bowl, or, The Dirty Thirties, that’s what they had named the dust storms and drought that blew away the top soil...
"Her Fate Is In Her Hands..."
We traveled many days together, my beautiful White Dove and I. That journey was the greatest time of my life, and Elsie and I were deep in love long before we crested the hills above the valley where my people...
Being attentive while otherwise going unnoticed was an important skill for a slave. Fortunately, Nikos had made an art out of appearing only when needed, and thus was usually able to remain more or less invisible as he went about...
"Finding Her Fate Proves To Be Difficult"
It was only when I watched Red Elk turn his back to me and began to ride off that I understood. He was making me decide if I wanted to go with him or to return to my own kind....
