"Don’t you have a girlfriend?" I bet most of the boys in the world hate to say yes whenever someone asks this question. Our parents died in a plane crash when I was 10 . My uncle took care of...
romance
I Shouldn’t Feel This Way- Chapter 1
"What happens when the lines between right and wrong are blurred?"
Prologue April 7, 2011 2:00 a.m. I am a runaway, lost at sea. I am a broken bird, yearning to fly free. I am a sinner, unworthy and unholy. I am a rose, wilting slowly. I am a raindrop, touching...
Only For One Night
"For one night only, they throw caution to the wind."
He looked out of the front window of the car, watching the rain and lost in thought. "I still have love for you," he said. "I just can't say that I'm in love with you." She on the other hand...
Every Time We Begin
"Two longtime friends, once storied, secretly reunite in a parking garage for a moment of love lust"
You call me up, but there is no answer. You leave a message saying your thoughts are racing with images of my curves, my touch, my voice, my face, my scent and you are missing me. You hang up. When...
Cornish Cliffs
"A romantic story about a conflicted young british girl in a love triangle"
They left his car and hiked up a steep, five kilometer trail to a vista overlooking the Celtic Sea. She struggled to keep up with him, as he took long easy strides. She stumbled, and he turned around. “You okay?...
The Butterfly
"Valentine's Day. There's always hope."
I sat alone in the lunchroom accompanied only by a cold grilled cheese on a dirty plastic tray. Swarms of college students marched in and out of the concession stand of a cafeteria. The food was never enjoyable, even when...
Our Cottage
"The first night on our honeymoon and there is no time for sleep."
The small cottage stands out as a silhouette against the dark night, only distinguishable because the building is darker than the landscape around it. The car turns the corner onto a dirt road, and the now jerky headlights illuminate the...
The wet spot, again
"Rachel's lost love returns to haunt her."
Rachel stood in the middle of her living room, large eyes surveyed the furniture in a sweeping arc, taking in the expensive carpet, the beige leather sofa, coffee table with its customary one or two magazines carelessly strewn on the...
Jamaican Rendezvous
"One woman's holiday romance in Jamaica"
I stood alone on a silvery dune, staring out to sea as I fidgeted with my finger. A cool breeze came in off the waves making the Palm fronds sigh and shudder and lifting strands of my wavy strawberry blond...
On Valentine's Day he brought me two dozen roses, one for each year of my life, a bottle of Cabernet, the same 2001 Beringer that he had brought when I fixed him dinner the first time, a box of hand...