"A beautiful married woman seeks a cure for her malaise"
Chapter One: A respectable houseMartha Wharton surveyed the unspoken, hidden chaos of her house. It wasn’t actually her house, of course. She was a cockney immigrant to New York. She had arrived as a fifteen-year-old in 1857, and started as...
"Another piece of Grace's past creates a rift with Mac."
Chapter Fifty-Seven“Is he sleeping?” Mac asked as he watched his wife’s hips sway as she entered their bedroom.“Yup. Clean diaper, full tummy, and a little Orajel to soothe those gums all make for a happy, sleepy baby.”“Good, because I need...
"This is the final chapter in the book Bonding..."
Fuelled with pizza, champagne and laughter, we left Brenda and Paula alone in the hot tub and retired to the coloured bedroom, the mutually agreed yellow one.All day, the three of us had been sexually worked up. We did not...
"Would YOU accept the invitation?"
Ding-dong. The doorbell rang announcing the arrival of a visitor.Jenna lazily got up from the couch where she was reading notes for the upcoming exam and walked to the door. She looked through the viewfinder, then cursed under her breath:...
"The penultimate chapter of book 2 - "Bonding""
It was close to four pm once the photo shoot was over, and Brenda said in a flurry, “My dears, it’s time for Champagne, and to relax and have a good time… You must all stay the night.” It was...
"Mac and Grace still burn for each other, even as they balance work life and parenting."
Chapter Fifty-ThreeGrace was busy pumping her breast milk on a sunny morning in late February. While she had decided to stop breastfeeding now that her baby had one tooth in and another on the way, she and Mac had agreed...
"Brenda's photo shoot with Clare, Sarah as models and surprisingly, David joins in..."
With Brenda’s “humble abode” tour now over, we went to see how Paula was getting along with Clare’s makeup and hair. It had been the best part of an hour since we had last seen her. As we walked, I...
"A single photograph can save a life and heal hearts"
Chapter Six: The Girl that was not Quite TessaThe snow had begun to fall in earnest long before Tessa reached the first streetside motel she could find, somewhere down Brooklyn Bridge Boulevard. Though not a large dog, the weight of...
"It's 1987 and Brenda enters the equation..."
The door opened and there stood a fairly tall lady with glasses, her black hair cut into a pixie bob. I didn’t know why, but in my mind, I expected someone quite different as the lady in front of us...
"A single photograph can save a life and heal hearts"
Chapter One: The Beauty of Broken ThingsKelso paused for the shot, because it was perfect. It was not the bridge over the river, cloaked in a rolling autumn fog, and it was not the distant, hazy forms of the buildings,...