HMS Audax By David O'Neil

The oily waters of the dock glinted in a pattern of colours under the working lights swaying in the fresh breeze off the Solent. The ships were a uniform grey, the outline of their upper-works making stark shapes against the lightening sky.
HMS Audax
HMS Audax By David O'Neil

Shock By David O'Neil

When I awoke the room was semi-dark, no blazing lights. No visible attendants.

I thought too soon. The door opened letting in extra light from the corridor. Through my half-closed eyes I noticed the man who entered. Though he wore a white coat he was not a hospital employee. They do not carry a hunting knife in their hand to bring treatment to a patient. A voice came from the corner of the room behind my head. I realised it was the woman who had been there when I first woke.
Shock
Shock By David O'Neil

Glory By David O'Neil

Given that luck plays such a big part in everyone’s life, it could be said that Jonathon was a lucky lad. It could be even if your name was not Jonathon Hope.

The waterfront at Ajaccio was alive with the normal bustling mass of people selling fish, buying fish, and stealing fish. Crew members from the ships alongside mingled with the troops recently landed from the Spanish ships offshore.
Glory
Glory By David O'Neil

The Missing F_ctor By Daniel Lorti

Jim Factor leaned his tall frame back in the leather desk chair, arms behind his head, absentmindedly running his fingers through his thick brown hair. He was in his favorite attire when home; brown cotton slacks, a short-sleeve faded blue shirt with a button-down collar and brown loafers. He straightened up, glanced down at his stomach and winced at the sight of the paunch.
The Missing F_ctor
The Missing F_ctor By Daniel Lorti

Jack Out of the Box By Timothy Vincent

I knew better. Rule number three of the LongPost’s handbook: never deviate from your designated route….

It was just a blip, a flicker of light on the scanner. It could have been one of a hundred things, even a mistake.
Jack Out of the Box
Jack Out of the Box By Timothy Vincent

The Order By Alan Thompson

FLAMES SURGED into the night, spewing sparks like Catherine wheels. Larger bits of burning debris, shot from the inferno, rose into the sky and vanished. Firemen, desperate to stop it from spreading, trained hoses from all sides and from atop the adjacent building. Smoke and the odor of wet char wafted over High Street.
The Order
The Order By Alan Thompson

Sexy Alien Races By Paul Blake Smith


Come on in and take a load off the floor!” That was my first up-close, face-to-face contact with the baseball fan-tastic, enthusiastic, and bombastic Mr. Kenneth K. Yotch. It was an ironic conversation starter; Ken was the very visibly overindulged and obese owner of the Las Vegas 33's, a sad-sack minor league baseball team perpetually hurting for business. Meanwhile I was the skinny young UCLA grad who had answered Ken's online job ad.
Sexy Alien Races
Sexy Alien Races By Paul Blake Smith

The Treasure Keys to Christ's Return By Paul Blake Smith

Right away I noticed a bright light and an angelic voice that drew everyone's immediate attention. It was my pretty red-haired girlfriend, Faye McMullen, age twenty-six, sitting behind a table under a special fluorescent lamp in the church basement. Faye was sporting a nice ocean blue pantsuit – her “Sunday best” as they used to say – and beaming pleasantly before a group of nearly twenty seated small children.
The Treasure Keys to Christ's Return
The Treasure Keys to Christ's Return By Paul Blake Smith

Washed by a Beach By Lisa Reinhard

My life is mostly made up of stuff other people have owned first. We got our sofa at an auction, our refrigerator at a used appliance store, and our dog at the pound. My mom laughs and says, “About the only things that aren’t used around our house is our food, our underwear” — thank goodness — “and each other.” We’re each other’s first daughter and mother. That’s a good enough place to start over, I think, for both of us.
Washed by a Beach
Washed by a Beach By Lisa Reinhard

Living Where athe Rabbits Dance By J.R. Collins

I was born in 1815 to Thompson and Celia Collins whose folks come from the Mother Land, Ireland. I had a brother, Cain, and a sister named Anne. Cain weren’t scared ‘a nothin’ I ever know’d of. He’d proved that over and over; tough like a boar hog. Anne was special. Had a gift for healin’ she’d learned from an old Cherokee medicine woman.
Living Where athe Rabbits Dance
Living Where athe Rabbits Dance By J.R. Collins

Why People Do What They Do By Emilio Iasiello

I listen to the sound the water makes when she dives beneath its surface. She enters like someone well acquainted with the ocean’s movements, intimate with the shifts of tide that ripple over her skin. She swims by the dock, her body the color of a roasted almond in the moonlight. With a long pull of her arm, she beckons me to jump in.
Why People Do What They Do
Why People Do What They Do By Emilio Iasiello

Screaming Angels By Lazlo Ferran

Beside the Bolshiye road Yulia threw down the bicycle and led Yuri into their field.

“Race me to the haystack!” Yuri yelled, his strong legs beginning to pound his feet through the long grass.

“No!â€
Screaming Angels
Screaming Angels By Lazlo Ferran

Don Quixote and Candide Seek Truth, Justice and El Dorado in the Digital Age By Stefan Soto

It is appropriate my first meeting with the renowned Man of La Mancha, a living oddity if ever there was one, took place in the geographical curiosity known as Llívia, a Spanish city surrounded by French soil. A 1659 treaty ceded villages in the region to France—only Llívia was and is a small city, not a village, and so remained a part of Spain.
Don Quixote and Candide Seek Truth, Justice and El Dorado in the Digital Age
Don Quixote and Candide Seek Truth, Justice and El Dorado in the Digital Age By Stefan Soto

Nine Millimeter Solution By Larry Matthews

The boat was open and the rain soaked the passengers who bobbed in the Gulf of Mexico, some of them retching over the side. The man in charge, a scarred, hard Mexican, smacked a teenage girl who was crying and hysterical. “Shut up,” he said. “I will leave you to the sharks.” His English was rough and he spoke in the cadence of his native Spanish. “We will be there soon and you will be somebody else’s problem.”
Nine Millimeter Solution
Nine Millimeter Solution By Larry Matthews

God's Scarlet Fury By Robert E Hirsch

On January 21st in the Year of Our Lord 1088, a woman gave birth to an infant son in the tiny village of Despina, an isolated Greek community tucked east of Armenia, which was itself east of Sultan Kilij Arslan’s Empire of Rüm. Rüm, at this time, comprised much of that portion of Asia Minor now known as Turkey; the area had previously belonged to the Byzantine Empire until the invasions of the Seljuk Turks nearly two decades earlier.
God's Scarlet Fury
God's Scarlet Fury By Robert E Hirsch

Psalms for the Single Mom By Lisa Reinhard

This is the story

of a journey I embarked on

with God and with my three sons:

Sean, Neil, and Jeff.
 Psalms for the Single Mom
 Psalms for the Single Mom By Lisa Reinhard

Uncommon Bond By John House

Deep underground in a tunnel complex, soil rained from the earthen roof in cadence with exploding ordnance above. A lantern suspended from a bamboo pole swayed like the arms of a conductor directing the booming acoustics. A yellow flame in the artificial light bounced free of the wick before recapturing its home. The clayish floor trembled, sending vibrations into the bloody, near-naked bodies sprawled on thin mats of thatch.
Uncommon Bond
Uncommon Bond By John House

The Deuce By Symm Hawes McCord



After his first day as greeter at the local Bayville, Alabama Walmart, Harve Donovan drove home to his wife, Lucy. “Miss Lucy, I think I’ll hit the bed early tonight.”

“Is that new job too much for you, Harve,” she teased.
The Deuce
The Deuce By Symm Hawes McCord

Private Conclusions By Brian Charleton

The glass shattered into millions of jagged fragments as a bevy load of bullets zinged, zipped and life-shattered their way regardless of the courage or cowardice of the occupants of the hot bar where Noddy Norman – last survivor of the Nelligan gang – was entertaining. The crowd was decent, larger than he ever got in Cork, at least they were until the bullets induced departure from the pub.
Private Conclusions
Private Conclusions By Brian Charleton

Murder on Air Force One By John L. Flynn

Kate Dawson was sitting up in bed in her small, studio apartment at Bayside Village, watching the television with the volume turned off while her boyfriend, John Prescott, slumbered next to her, snoring softly, when the call from the dispatcher came in.
Murder on Air Force One
Murder on Air Force One By John L. Flynn

Architects of Armageddon By John L. Flynn

For the fourth time that week, Kate had downed a bottle of whiskey to help her sleep, then spent the night tossing and turning in her twin-sized bed. The inspector for the San Francisco Police Department had forgotten what it was like to get eight-hours’ rest, and it was beginning to take a toll on her.
Architects of Armageddon
Architects of Armageddon By John L. Flynn

Searching for God in the Garbage By Bracha Goetz

I am going to call you Twilly for the time being because it sounds magical. It’s short for twilight—a time of changes. And I am changing a lot now. I am Joanne Singer and I’m going to be twelve on January 19th. I love to print and not write in script. And I love magical people like Mary Poppins. My favorite food is kishke—stuffed derma.
Searching for God in the Garbage
Searching for God in the Garbage By Bracha Goetz

Don't Ask Forever By W.B. Martin

Unable to sit still any longer, I rose from my bed and walked over to the window, where I stood staring down at the fast-darkening street and wondering what was keeping Linda.
 Don't Ask Forever
 Don't Ask Forever By W.B. Martin

Treason By Douglas Ewan Cameron

The package wasn’t anything special. A box wrapped in brown paper with an address label printed using a computer, most likely a laser printer. It had been mailed through the USPS (United States Postal Service) from Washington, D.C., if you believed the post office stamp. It was ground rate so there wasn’t any rush on it. It wouldn’t have received so much as a second glance at a sorting facility.
Treason
Treason By Douglas Ewan Cameron

Terror at G-20 By John L. Flynn

Several hours later, Mylee’s body was still sprawled on the makeshift stage when Kate Dawson walked into the ballroom of the InterContinental Hotel, and pushed her way through the people gathered at the crime scene. Her long blonde hair had been pulled into a ponytail; her blue eyes were dark and puffy from a lack of sleep.
Terror at G-20
Terror at G-20 By John L. Flynn

Whispers on Woodsmoke By Donald Owen Crowe

One of the nicest things about being a house is having the luxury of remaining sedentary for your entire existence, which means you never have to endure the gnawing anxiety that comes with picking up the proverbial stakes and agonizing over a major move every few years.
Whispers on Woodsmoke

Whispers on Woodsmoke


Kid Clay By Carl Watson

Kid Clay frowned and stared defiantly at the doctor.

“It’s typhoid,” declared Dr. Jackson as he dropped his stethoscope back into his old, battered bag. He pulled a crumpled, brown neckerchief out of his back pocket and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Kid Clay
Kid Clay By Carl Watson

Candle of Dreams By Ruth Ramsey

Sister won’t talk to me. She sits in a pool of injured silence and looks out the window of our shared apartment at the people passing in the street and pretends I am not there. She’s acted that way ever since I came clean about something I did long ago when we were teens. I figured that because what happened was so long ago, it wouldn’t make a difference now.
Candle of Dreams
Candle of Dreams By Ruth Ramsey

Pennington's Hoax By Patrick Brown

My phone rang. It was my husband. We’d lived apart for several years, rarely communicating except by an occasional text message. We had recently agreed to actually talk more than text even though we didn’t have a lot to say to each other after twenty years, collaborating on six cookbooks and neglecting the romantic side of our relationship. We realized last year that we still like each other a lot.
Pennington's Hoax
Pennington's Hoax By Patrick Brown

The Magi's Well By Trisha O'Keefe

As she was watching the elliptical shell of a pharaoh’s solar boat emerge from two thousand years of sand, something - a sound, a movement, made Trevy Evans look to her left. For an eternity of seconds, her mind was wiped clean of thought as a man fell slowly from the web of scaffolding around a nearby monument.
The Magi's Well
The Magi's Well By Trisha O'Keefe

Revenge By David A O'Neil

Sarah’s fragile mind, totally exhausted, beaten, and stretched by the events that had been taken place since the death of the love of her life—and the man she had intended to marry—simply could not accept the implausible information that she was feeding into it. Contained within the massive mounds of documents that had come to her from her previously unknown grandfather were details of unbelievable magnitude.
Revenge
Revenge By David A O'Neil

The Senator By David A O'Neil

Charles … Charlie. Snap out of it, I need you. Wake up, Charlie. Wake up!”

Sarah Paige stood looking at the sorry mass of humanity lying prone across the filthy covers that spread across the bed, trailing down to the floor which was covered with debris and empty whisky bottles. The mass—which once had been the dapper and influential political advisor Charles Simpson—remained inert, not responding to either Sarah’s aggravated voice or her prodding his shoulder.
The Senator
The Senator By David A O'Neil

Madam President, Book 4, Sarah Paige Chronicles By David A O'Neil

Madam President, Stark Andrews,” her Chief of Staff announced from the open doorway.

“Come in, Mr. Andrews,” Sarah said, her face beaming with the fabulous wide smile that had mesmerized millions of voters as she walked around the large oak desk that was part of the Oval Office, extending her hand and warmly clasping the hand offered by her visitor.
Madam President, Book 4, Sarah Paige Chronicles
Madam President, Book 4, Sarah Paige Chronicles By David A O'Neil

Château du Lac By David A O'Neil

The sky was still blue, and the sand still warm. He was hurting somewhere around his kidneys. When he finally did manage to raise his head, it seemed that the beach went on forever. He moved again and discovered that the reason the beach was empty was that the houses appeared to own the beach area in front of them.
Château du Lac
Château du Lac By David A O'Neil

Earl of Grayson By Amanda Mariel

Damien Archer, the Earl of Grayson, reclined on a leather armchair with a glass of brandy firmly in hand. The Wicked Earls’ Club bustled with patrons this afternoon, and Damien was pleased to be among them. During the years, the club had become a second home to him. He spent numerous hours within the safety of its walls gambling and partaking of women and booze. He did not want to imagine what life would be like without his club.
Earl of Grayson
Earl of Grayson By Amanda Mariel

Her Perfect Rogue By Amanda Mariel

Julia glanced from where she sat on an old tree stump to the rickety cottage she shared with her mother. She squinted against the afternoon sun while pulling her cloak tighter to shield her from the winter wind as she examined a patch of loose shingles. If Papa did not find his way home soon, the house would crumble down around them.
Her Perfect Rogue
Her Perfect Rogue By Amanda Mariel

The Storekeeper by J. M. Davis

Tom Carland stared at the slosh and hesitated before stepping from the stage coach onto the muddy street in his new boots. Why anyone would ever think they could find their fortune in a small town out west puzzled him even more than it had two years earlier when his uncle tried to convince him to leave the city life back east and head west with him. A one-street town with no more than twenty buildings situated along both sides of the road couldn’t have much to offer.
The Storekeeper
The Storekeeper by J. M. Davis

Gate Deadlock by Urania Sarri

I knew I had met him before.

He’d come to me from somewhere outside of this world, some other dimension, some other life, some other time. He was mine as much as I was his, at least in this life. He had told me that although the first time I’d met him he had come to kill me, now he was here to protect me. My life had been spared once but not without cost. Still, there were so many 
Gate Deadlock
Gate Deadlock by Urania Sarri

Just the Beginning by Denise Evans

Grace drove up the bumpy dirt road, curiosity filling her mind. When she finally pulled into the driveway, she had to take a deep breath to brace herself. "Lord, let me just get into this house,” she mumbled, climbing from the car. She didn't have the time or the energy to be social, but her mama had raised her right, so she plastered a smile on her face and walked around to the back of the car.
Just the Beginning
Just the Beginning by Denise Evans

Once Upon A Coffee (Meet Cute Romance) by Kait Nolan

Professor Hendricks was a certifiable asshole. As Dillon Lange climbed the stairs to his second floor apartment, he ran through a number of other less than flattering descriptions for the man who didn’t give a damn that Dillon’s project partner had a ruptured appendix, thus blowing their chances of finishing the midterm project on time. At least if they expected to finish it together.
Once Upon A Coffee (Meet Cute Romance)
Once Upon A Coffee (Meet Cute Romance) by Kait Nolan

Life In The Packs by Jd Huber

It was dark and I was lost. My mom left me in a field to die when I was a pup. My pack thought I was sick from the first day I was born. But I wasn’t sick I was a strong pup. After I was left to die my dad had found me. My dad was from a very different pack and was caring. I remember his face when his dark brown eyes looked into mine. He could tell that my mother had done this to me but he couldn’t figure out why. I was the future leader of the pack so I should have stayed with my mother. I tried to follow her but she pushed me away. So my father picked me up and carried me to his territory.
Life In The Packs
Life In The Packs by Jd Huber

Secrets of Sanctuary Hospital Andrew and Mia's Encounter by L.A.A. Law

Our friends and family gather as the graying twilight sky blankets the waning crystal clear day. My father guides me down the aisle as the gentle waves roll toward the white sand. Searching through the sea of serene faces, my gaze finally rests upon his sparkling eyes 
Secrets of Sanctuary Hospital Andrew and Mia's Encounter
Secrets of Sanctuary Hospital Andrew and Mia's Encounter by L.A.A. Law

Dragons of Azog by Amelia Grace Treader

The princess called on the dragon. He was a most civilized dragon and, therefore, he invited her into his cave and served her dinner rather than served her as dinner. As she entered the cave, she removed her cloak revealing a buxom body in a jeweled bikini. It left little of her figure or ability to put it to good use it to the imagination. The dragon ignored it and produced dinner instead. Roast mutton always tasted better with company, even if it had the sulfurous overtone from dragon fire.
Dragons of Azog
Dragons of Azog by Amelia Grace Treader

The Wounded Hearts by Vijay K Kerji

“Oh, my God, you f****g guys,” Nitin moaned.

Punita turned her head back, and her boyfriend Nitin was being beaten by a group of youngsters with hockey sticks. Nitin had been trying his best to defend his foes but the strength of six armed people overpowered his struggle to escape. Her adrenaline rushed into her veins, and she sprinted towards the scene.
The Wounded Hearts
The Wounded Hearts by Vijay K Kerji

What's the Sign for Love? by Alex Whitehall

Squeeeeee.

Fritz jumped back, eyeing the toy gleefully. He glanced up at Mic, then at the toy, before pouncing again, trapping the rubber between his two paws so he could jab at it with his nose.
What's the Sign for Love?
What's the Sign for Love? by Alex Whitehall

The Witching Moon: The Witches of Redwood Falls - Book 1 by Janelle Daniels

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

Poppy braced herself for what was coming. Since Drake had found out about the prophecy, he asked her the same question each month.
The Witching Moon: The Witches of Redwood Falls - Book 1
The Witching Moon: The Witches of Redwood Falls - Book 1 by Janelle Daniels

West For Love (A Mail Order Romance Novel) (1) (Anna & Thomas) by Claire Charlins

As the sun shined on the early morning dew, Anna touched her stomach and leaned against the doorway to her parents’ house. She felt an uncomfortable cramping pain that was all too common for Anna, only it wasn’t the kind of pain she wanted to be having. It felt strange wishing for pain, but according to Anna’s mental and internal clock, she should have been holding a two month old baby, not her lower abdomen thanks to her monthly reminder that perhaps her biggest commitment as a wife hadn’t been fulfilled yet.
West For Love (A Mail Order Romance Novel) (1) (Anna & Thomas)
West For Love (A Mail Order Romance Novel) (1) (Anna & Thomas) by Claire Charlins

A Cold Dark Place by Toni Anderson

It was close to midnight and Alex Parker sat in darkness.

Edgar Paul Meacher had left three hours ago, driving the white panel van he kept for this purpose alone. Meacher would have switched plates along some quiet dirt road, before going on his own little hunting excursion.
A Cold Dark Place
A Cold Dark Place by Toni Anderson

Lonesome Creek (The Westerners, Book 3) by Jeanne Harrell

“You’re breaking up with me?”

Stuck in a traffic jam in downtown Sacramento, Carrie Bendix was sandwiched in a line of cars stretching for miles before her and miles behind her. Resistance was futile and she knew she’d be living in this traffic the rest of her natural life.
Lonesome Creek (The Westerners, Book 3)
Lonesome Creek (The Westerners, Book 3) by Jeanne Harrell

The Travellers by J. Howard Shelley

His Grace Adolphus Gillespie Vernon Ware, (Gilly to his friends, Adolphus to his Cousin Gideon and Vernon by preference) Seventh Duke of Sale smiled and, clearly enjoying Mr. Liversedge’s loss of composure, added, suavely,
The Travellers
The Travellers by J. Howard Shelley

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