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Episodes 181 and 182 just released!Sergeant Ken Vogel was raised in a trailer and grew up on the beaches of Florida. His...
10/06/2024

Episodes 181 and 182 just released!

Sergeant Ken Vogel was raised in a trailer and grew up on the beaches of Florida. His dream for his future is to return to the beach.

Senior Airman Sara Lane is the daughter of a Memphis restaurant mogul. She didn't need the military pay, she just needed to escape where she was.

Sergeant Ray Monroe is the go-to guy for advice, though he hasn't managed his relationship so well, and it is his life's greatest regret.

Airman First Class Donna Fonda has a secret that if revealed, will ruin her military career.

A military relationship drama that takes place in the days of bell bottoms and Disco, inspired by real events.

He was raised in a trailer and grew up on the beaches of Florida. She's the daughter of a Memphis restaurant mogul. Their lives entwine on a North Carolina Air Force base. A military relationship drama that takes place in the days of bell bottoms and Disco, inspired by real events.

Episode 4They stood on either side of Toni’s workstation chair, looking at a blown-up image of a State of New Jersey dri...
08/06/2024

Episode 4

They stood on either side of Toni’s workstation chair, looking at a blown-up image of a State of New Jersey driver’s license on her monitor.

“The license was issued to a Lizette Marie Moreno last year in October,” Toni said. “Her birthdate is June 2nd, 2001. That makes her a couple months away from turning twenty-two.”

“She does look like your AI image,” Eric said. “And Mrs. Atwell said her neighbor was twenty-two when she last saw her.”

Di punched him in his shoulder and said, “Oh my God. You can’t be serious.”

“Hey, I know it’s just a coincidence. I’m just saying.”

“Hang on guys,” Toni said. “Check this out: I ran a background check on Lizette Moreno. So she has this driver’s license, issued last year. She has a birth certificate, and a Social Security number. After that? Period, stop, the end.”

“Meaning?” Di said.

“Meaning other than those three pieces of data, this chick doesn’t exist. No job history. No education history, no yearbook photo, no social media presence, nada.”

“What twenty-one-year-old female isn’t on Instagram or Tik-Tok or somewhere online?” Eric said.

“Was her driver’s license a renewal?” Di said, and Eric knew that despite her disbelief, her investigative curiosity had been poked awake.

“Nope,” Toni said. “If her driver’s license is legit it’s an initial issue.”

“Can you tell if the DMV database has been tampered with?” Di said.

“I checked,” Toni said. “If it was, then it was done by someone who’s as good at what they do as me. Expert hacker level.”

“Whether we believe Mrs. Atwell or not, this is interesting,” Eric said.

“This isn’t all,” Toni said. Her fingers flew over her keyboard, and she pulled up another image, of another driver’s license. “This one was issued two years ago, in Pennsylvania, to Siobhan Michaels.”

“That looks like the same girl, but with her hair pulled back,” Eric said, and to Di, “What do you think? Could this be a doppelganger, or is somebody pretty good at identity theft?”

“The thing is, these identities weren’t stolen,” Toni said. “The weird part is just like with Lizette Moreno, Siobhan Michaels doesn’t have any data on file except a driver’s license, birth certificate, and a Social Security card. Other than that, neither woman exists in anyone’s photo database.”

“But they have addresses on their licenses,” Eric said. “That’s a place to start.”

“Start what?” Di said. “Do you really want to work this as a case for Erma Atwell, or are you more interested in this mystery girl, who isn’t a case for us? Because after seeing this, I think we’re getting into something other than a possibly senile old lady thinking she saw a ghost.”

“Speaking of ghosts, there’s one more thing you need to see,” Toni said.

More keyboard action, and a new image appeared on the monitor, this time of a painting of a young woman dressed in garb from at least two centuries ago. The woman’s face looked like Toni’s AI image and the photos of the two young women on the driver’s licenses.

“What’s this?” Di said.

“This painting is of someone called the Lady Linares. She looks like the chick your client described, doesn’t she?”

“Pretty close,” Eric said. “Actually, not even close. It looks like the same woman.”

“And still a coincidence,” Di said. “How likely is it that your program pulled images off the internet that matched what Mrs. Atwell described to you and threw it back at you as a result?”

“I designed my program to create images from scratch based only on my input, so not likely at all,” Toni said.

“That painting looks like it was painted way back when,” Eric said.

“The article says it was possibly commissioned in 1461 or 1462,” Toni said. “Now, check this out, because here’s where it gets good: It says Lady Linares was the companion and advisor to Maria Despina. Guess who Maria’s husband was.”

Eric shrugged. “No idea.”

“Maria Despina was the wife of Radu III of Wallachia, also known as Radu the Handsome or Radu the Fair. After converting from Christianity to Islam in 1448 Radu joined the Ottoman court. He became the commander of the Ottoman Sultan’s infantry and took part in a campaign against his older brother, the King of Wallachia.”

“And all this has what to do with Erma Atwell’s delusion?” Di said.

Toni grinned up at them and said, “Guess who Radu’s brother was.”

“Again, no idea,” Eric said.

“Radu’s older brother was Vlad III, also known as Vlad the Impaler, and also known as Vlad Dracul, a nickname that translated means Vlad the Dragon.”

“Hold up,” Eric said, “Are you talking about the dude who was the inspiration for Bram Stoker’s Dracula novel?

“That’s the dude,” Toni said.

Eric said, “So this Linares chick from the 1400s, who looks like the young woman Erma Atwell saw last week, who looks like her neighbor from back in 1964, was friends with the sister-in-law of the dude who inspired modern vampire lore.”

He looked at Di, expecting that she might roll her eyes or punch him again, but she didn’t.

Private investigators Eric Adams and Eve Diane Clayton don't typically take missing persons cases. Those are jobs for the police. But the old woman wants them to find her former neighbor, a woman she had not seen for almost sixty years until she spotted her in the mall a week ago, a woman she claims...

On a Saturday morning in 1956 six-year-old Joseph Spencer almost died. He left his friend's house and ran between two ca...
08/06/2024

On a Saturday morning in 1956 six-year-old Joseph Spencer almost died.

He left his friend's house and ran between two cars parked at the curb on Liberty Street on his way home for lunch. As soon as he heard the car tires squealing, he knew he'd messed up. He'd forgotten what his first-grade teacher told his class every Friday, that before crossing the street they were supposed to look left, then right, then left again.

The car managed to stop before it struck Joseph. He went on to live his life.

On Election Night 2016 66-year-old Joseph fell asleep before the election results were announced. When he woke up Lyndon Johnson was President of the United States. Again. Joseph was 17 years old. Again.

Joseph remembers living his life until he was 66 years old. Soon he realizes that except for some slight differences, he knows every major event that's going to happen for the next half century.

If you could live your life over knowing what you know now, would you? What would you do differently?

Joseph gets to find out.

It's election night 2016, and 66-year-old Joseph Spencer is in bed watching the TV talking heads reporting the results as they come in. Joseph falls asleep before the winner is announced. When he awakens, Lyndon Johnson is President of the United States. Again. Somehow, he has been hurled into the p...

If you could back to an earlier time in your life knowing what you know now, would you? If you did, what would you do di...
31/05/2024

If you could back to an earlier time in your life knowing what you know now, would you? If you did, what would you do differently? Joseph Spencer gets to find out:

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The Dark Shadows television program had ended. Now The Dating Game was on. He remembered that show too, but he shouldn’t, not in this reality if he’d been knocked into a coma back in 1956. At the time of his accident The Dating Game was unheard of, might have been a decade away from the broadcast of its first episode. He remembered young Michael Jackson being on that show…

But that couldn’t have happened yet. This was supposed to be April 1967. He knew for a fact that the Jackson 5 hit the music scene at the end of 1969 with their single “I Want You Back.” Michael Jackson appeared on The Dating Game after that, when he was famous, so that had to be at least another two years from now, probably longer.

But was that going to happen again, in this other dream or other reality or whatever it was? During his eleven years in a coma, eleven years during which he had dreamed sixty years of another life up until 2016, had he foreseen the possible future in this reality?

It's election night 2016, and 66-year-old Joseph Spencer is in bed watching the TV talking heads reporting the results as they come in. Joseph falls asleep before the winner is announced. When he awakens, Lyndon Johnson is President of the United States. Again. Somehow, he has been hurled into the p...

New episode (30) just released:“You’re still talking about committing murder,” I said.I don’t know how it happened becau...
31/05/2024

New episode (30) just released:

“You’re still talking about committing murder,” I said.

I don’t know how it happened because I damned sure didn’t see it, but Eman was back on the sofa.

He sat back, crossed his legs, and said, “Imagine, if you will, that there is someone, say, a viral biologist, who is taken possession of by one of the shadows. Imagine that the evil possessing this scientist compels him to try to create a virus so deadly it will kill a living organism within minutes. Imagine there is no cure for this virus, and it’s likely that if created and unleashed, most of the world’s population will perish. The shadow that possesses this scientist can only be removed by exorcism, which will kill the scientist, or by killing the scientist outright, and if one is able, then killing the shadow that escapes their co**se. Tell me Amare, would you allow this biologist to live because murder is wrong, or would you kill him to prevent the creation of a virus that likely would destroy all mankind?”

“You could put the scientist in prison. Lock him up for life.”

“If the scientist dies, the shadow will escape, and it would know what the scientist knows, and still be able to create the virus. It’s a simple thing for a shadow demon to kill its host and escape its co**se, even if the host is under su***de watch, as simple as making the host crush their own head against a wall or swallow their tongue. There is only one way to stop a demon, and that is to kill its host so that it is revealed, and then for one of my kind to destroy it.”

“They must be destroyed,” Thomas said, “Every one of them Eman and the others like him find, they must destroy. There is a war coming, son, a war between good and evil that will determine the fate of the souls of man. What is written in Revelations isn’t prophecy, it’s a warning. We have failed as men to follow the teachings and make our world the heaven promised to the righteous. Our sins against each other have widened the rift between this realm and the Realm of the Garden, and more shadows are slipping through every day. We must destroy them when we can, or when the day of the final battle arrives the shadows might control an army of the possessed too massive to defeat.”

Sitting next to me, Ellie grasped my hand. She said, “It’s not murder, my love. It’s the protection of our very souls from the spawn of Lilith.”

Amare Newton is a former cop, now working as a chauffeur for the wealthy Winston family. One of the requirements of his new job is that he carry a gun. Amare doesn't know that his intimate involvement with one of the Winston family will connect him to a world in which blood is the key to mankind's g...

New episode (34) just released:"This is crazy,” Di mumbled as she leaned to look closer. “This can’t be possible. I saw ...
31/05/2024

New episode (34) just released:

"This is crazy,” Di mumbled as she leaned to look closer. “This can’t be possible. I saw her get shot.”

“The exit wound is healing the same,” Ms Danger said. “Her internal injury is also healing. Within a few days she will have recovered completely, and there will be no physical evidence that she ever suffered a gunshot wound.”

“How do you know this?” Di said. “You're not a doctor on top of everything else, are you?”

“No, I’m not,” Martine Danger said.

“Then how do you know? What medical expertise do you have?”

“This isn't a medical repair, Miss Clayton. It’s a reversal of her injury and a restoration of her body to perfect health.”

“And no side effects, right?” Eric said. He looked around at Linares, who stood at the foot of the bed.

“Not the effect you're worried about,” Linares said. “She’s not of the blood, so that can’t happen.”

“So people not of the blood can't be turned into vampires?” At that Ms Danger shot Linares a look Eric couldn’t read.

“What they would be turned into is a worse thing than any version of a vampire any writer or movie maker has conceived,” Linares said.

“How so?” Eric said.

Linares said, “Imagine a rabid beast driven insane by its disease, filled with mindless rage and an insatiable hunger for warm flesh and blood.”

“Have there been any like that?”

Linares sighed and nodded. “Yes. Once.”

Private investigators Eric Adams and Eve Diane Clayton don't typically take missing persons cases. Those are jobs for the police. But the old woman wants them to find her former neighbor, a woman she had not seen for almost sixty years until she spotted her in the mall a week ago, a woman she claims...

New episode (180) just released:For reasons good and bad he was exhausted, but sleep felt as far away as the vision he’d...
31/05/2024

New episode (180) just released:

For reasons good and bad he was exhausted, but sleep felt as far away as the vision he’d once had of them ever being together again. It was the moment; he knew it, a moment so right, so perfect. He didn’t want to fall asleep and miss her closeness, her soft, smooth warmth in his arms. No moment in a dream could be as perfect as this, and he didn’t want to fall asleep and lose it. What he had only imagined and dreamed of before had become real. He didn’t smile in the darkness, but his heart did.

He was raised in a trailer and grew up on the beaches of Florida. She's the daughter of a Memphis restaurant mogul. Their lives entwine on a North Carolina Air Force base. A military relationship drama that takes place in the days of bell bottoms and Disco, inspired by real events.

Chapter 1I thought I was done with killing. I wanted to be. I’m somewhat certain about that. But the as****es down on th...
29/05/2024

Chapter 1

I thought I was done with killing. I wanted to be. I’m somewhat certain about that. But the as****es down on the street have shattered my resolve.

They were blasting the subwoofers in their ten-year-old Honda loud enough to shake the pictures off the walls of my cheap three-room apartment, if I’d had any pictures hanging. Worse, they were keeping my next-door neighbor’s baby awake. Until tonight I didn’t even know my neighbor had a baby. Now the kid is wailing like it knows it’s one o’clock in the morning and the world was supposed to be quiet so it can sleep.

I’d already gone down and politely asked the dudes (three of them in the Honda filled with enough smoke to make Cheech and Chong jealous) to lower the volume. The brother behind the wheel responded to my request by saying, “F**k you, old n***a. This is the hood. It’s supposed to be loud.”

I could have argued the point, maybe told him they were keeping my neighbor’s baby awake, but I figured they wouldn’t give a f**k.

So I’m going back down, this time with my Re*****on 870 combat shotgun. Unless I’ve lost my edge in the ten months since I wore camouflage for living, the three as****es will have a total of about six seconds to start giving a f**k before they die.

A sign that I’ve lost my edge: When I step out of my apartment with my shotgun in my hand my next-door neighbor—a Puerto Rican girl of about college age—is standing in her open doorway. She’s the one with the baby. She’s wearing an overcoat, which tells me she was probably going down to confront the as****es. It also tells me I’m doing the right thing by handling this situation. When I was in the war, I saw what could happen to pretty young girls who were alone when they happened upon as****es.

But she’s seen me. She’s seen my weapon. Yeah, I’ve lost my edge. I’d assumed no one would be up and about even though the as****es down on the street were blasting their so-called music and a baby was wailing its lungs out.

My neighbor looks at the shotgun at my side. She looks at me. She doesn’t look afraid.

Though there’s no point to it now, I flip my overcoat over the weapon to hide it.

The girl slips back into her apartment. Just before her door closes, I think I see her smile.

I don’t smile back. Hoping she’ll develop amnesia about seeing me in the hall, I hurry down three flights of stairs and out into the street.

It’s started to rain—a steady drizzle. I hear distant thunder. The sounds might provide a little cover. I move across the street to the Honda.

I’m two steps off the sidewalk when the brother behind the wheel of the Honda spots me. He’s out of the car with speed that surprises me. His leather jacket is open, and as he lifts the untucked front of his shirt to show me the handgun tucked in his waistband he says, “Really, n***a?”

When I’m halfway across the street I present my shotgun by aiming it at his center mass.

Yeah, really, motherf**ker.

Even in the dark and through the rain I see his eyes go wide. Fear obliterates his bravado, and he’s falling back into the Honda’s driver's seat, his gun forgotten. I help him move back by squeezing the Re*****on’s trigger. The impact of the blast to his midsection lifts him off his feet and knocks him the rest of the way into his car.

The other two dudes in the Honda are screaming. It seems like they’re screaming in time to the bass blasting from the subs.

They should have listened to me the first time, instead of to that f**king music.

I jack another round into the chamber of the 870, and when I reach the car, shove the barrel into the open driver’s door. I pull the trigger, jack another round, adjust my aim into the back seat and fire again.

No more screaming.

I lean over the dead driver and turn off the ignition, killing their so-called music. Now, except for the whisper of rain on asphalt and the growl of distant thunder the street is quiet.

Much better.

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With the bodies in the trunk, I drive the Honda four blocks away from my street to an abandoned industrial yard. I leave the car next to a warehouse loading dock. I’m wearing gloves, so I’m not worried about prints. I’m wearing my overcoat, jeans and work boots. The Department of Defense has my DNA on file, but I doubt I’ve left any.

As if the cops give enough of a s**t about three young brothers getting killed to check for DNA.

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I’m back in my apartment building, unlocking my door when my next-door neighbor’s door opens. The young mother looks out, sees me, and steps into the hallway.

Before she can open her mouth I say, “Nothing happened. If you want to keep yourself and your kid safe, you’ll believe me.”

As if she hadn’t heard my warning she whispers, “Keep your voice down. If you wake my niece, we’re going to have a problem.”

“So we don't have a problem now?”

She shrugs and whispers, “It's quiet now, so what problem?”

I open my door and say, “Sleep well then,” and start to step inside.

Before I do, she says, “Coffee later?”

This chick is a witness. I don’t want to have to deal with her about my canceling the neighborhood noise pollution, so maybe staying on her good side is to my benefit. And to hers.

“Where?” I ask.

“Gotta be my place,” she says. “My sister doesn’t pick up my niece until after lunch.”

“So what time?”

She chews her plump bottom lip as she thinks, then says, “Nine-ish?”

I say “Cool” and get inside my crib.

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I’m still awake when dawn pushes at the naked window blinds in my bedroom. At seven-thirty I give up trying to sleep and jump in the shower.

Standing under the shower spray, I think about the girl next door. She’s pretty, and the way she chewed on her plump bottom lip makes me think about all the nice things an inspired woman can do with lips like that. And with her mouth. And her tongue.

I consider the nice possibilities.

I hope I don’t have to kill her.

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The body could be satisfied, at least for a while, but the heart was a ravenous beast that could never consume enough an...
27/05/2024

The body could be satisfied, at least for a while, but the heart was a ravenous beast that could never consume enough and never be content. The heart wanted—needed—more, always more. Love for the one who was your heart’s desire was a hunger that could never be satisfied, only cherished for what it was and ceaselessly eager for what would come next.

(Raymond's Reflection)

He was raised in a trailer and grew up on the beaches of Florida. She's the daughter of a Memphis restaurant mogul. Their lives entwine on a North Carolina Air Force base. A military relationship drama that takes place in the days of bell bottoms and Disco, inspired by real events.

Everyone has been asked the question, or has asked themselves the question: If you could go back to an earlier time in y...
22/05/2024

Everyone has been asked the question, or has asked themselves the question: If you could go back to an earlier time in your life, but knowing what you know now, would you? And if you would, what would you do differently?

Joseph Spencer was sixty-six years old on Election Night 2016. He fell asleep before the election results were announced. When he woke up Lyndon Johnson was President of the United States.

Again.

It is 1967, and Joseph is seventeen years old again, and he knows every major event that's going to happen for the next fifty years.

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Excerpt:

When your parents pass away it changed you. For better or worse, they were the anchor to your existence in the world. When they were gone, the tether that had secured you to who you were was severed, and you were left to drift away from familial shores and find your own way over the sea of who you were. In his other existence, by his own choice Joseph had distanced himself from his father. It wasn’t until his father passed that he had wished he had spent more time with him, that he’d gathered more to take with him as he continued his own life’s journey. Perhaps, for as long as whatever had happened to him lasted, he would have another chance.

It's election night 2016, and 66-year-old Joseph Spencer is in bed watching the TV talking heads reporting the results as they come in. Joseph falls asleep before the winner is announced. When he awakens, Lyndon Johnson is President of the United States. Again. Somehow, he has been hurled into the p...

Four people, two relationships and a lot of drama. A back in the day romance inspired by real events. Amazon posted Epis...
19/05/2024

Four people, two relationships and a lot of drama. A back in the day romance inspired by real events. Amazon posted Episodes 174, 175, and 176 today.

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“Let me tell you what pi**es me off, and this is just between us. You can be in the Klan and still be in the Air Force. But you can’t spout your racist s**t in any military environment. That’s bad for morale, which is bad for the mission, and it won’t be tolerated. You can go to your Klan meetings off base, but you can’t go wearing your uniform, because when you wear the uniform you’re representing the United States Air Force to the world. Bottom line, keep your racism and your military career separate. Apparently that mandate didn’t sink through Watson’s thick skull.”

Ken’s gut told him Senior Master Sergeant Washington wasn’t sharing this information with him, telling him about another troop’s failure to comply with regulations without a reason that had something to do with him.

“Anyway Vogel, I think you’ve got a bright future ahead of you in the Air Force if you want it. But you won’t have that future if you do foolish things, things out of anger, or you feeling like you need to be gallant and protective. There’s a system in place to take care of what happened today, and I expect you to let the system do its job.”

Thinking about the disagreement on race he’d had with Watson when they were roommates and his fight with Terrell, Ken said, “What’s what happened over there today got to do with me?”

“I talked to Heston. He told me Terrell went after Watson because of something Watson said to Lane.”

Dread grabbed Ken’s heart and squeezed hard. “I don’t understand.”

“Watson made a derogatory comment about Senior Airman Lane. A racially derogatory comment. Terrel heard it and took offense.”

“Wait, did Watson say it to Sara?”

“My understanding is Watson and Terrell were out by the serving line and Lane was in the kitchen. It doesn’t matter that Lane didn’t hear it. The comment was made, and the comment was heard. A civilian worker heard it too.”

Ken had gotten into a fight with Terrell, and it wasn’t because Terrell tried to hook up his unauthorized buddies with In-Flight food. It was because of what he’d said to Sara, getting in her face and disrespecting her for being involved with him. Since then he hadn’t thought Terrell even liked Sara, much less would come to her defense. “What did Watson say to her?”

“Unball your fist, Vogel. See, this is why I’m over here talking to you. For your benefit and the benefit of the girl you intend to marry you need to let this s**t slide and let me handle it. Do something stupid and I’m going to string you up right beside Watson.”

“What did he say about her?”

He was raised in a trailer and grew up on the beaches of Florida. She's the daughter of a Memphis restaurant mogul. Their lives entwine on a North Carolina Air Force base. A military relationship drama that takes place in the days of bell bottoms and Disco, inspired by real events.

New episode (33) today!
18/05/2024

New episode (33) today!

Private investigators Eric Adams and Eve Diane Clayton don't typically take missing persons cases. Those are jobs for the police. But the old woman wants them to find her former neighbor, a woman she had not seen for almost sixty years until she spotted her in the mall a week ago, a woman she claims...

New episode (171) just hit the streets.
09/05/2024

New episode (171) just hit the streets.

He was raised in a trailer and grew up on the beaches of Florida. She's the daughter of a Memphis restaurant mogul. Their lives entwine on a North Carolina Air Force base. A military relationship drama that takes place in the days of bell bottoms and Disco, inspired by real events.

The person you are and the life you live aren't always the same thing.
01/05/2024

The person you are and the life you live aren't always the same thing.

He was raised in a trailer and grew up on the beaches of Florida. She's the daughter of a Memphis restaurant mogul. Their lives entwine on a North Carolina Air Force base. A military relationship drama that takes place in the days of bell bottoms and Disco, inspired by real events.

After hours of questioning, by the time Diane and Eric left the Monmouth City Police Department headquarters it was dark...
30/04/2024

After hours of questioning, by the time Diane and Eric left the Monmouth City Police Department headquarters it was dark out and raining a steady drizzle. As a uniformed officer drove them back to their office building they sat in silence in the rear seat of the police cruiser. Beyond the cruiser’s windows the night and rain-gloomed city streets, almost void of humanity, seemed a portent of whatever dark emptiness their lives were about to become. Though their questioning by the police was over, and though it seemed they had told their lies convincingly enough that they might not suffer repercussions other than guilt, Diane sensed that unless she had gone insane, the light of the world she had awakened to this morning was at present lost to her, and she didn’t know if she would ever live in that light again.

Private investigators Eric Adams and Eve Diane Clayton don't typically take missing persons cases. Those are jobs for the police. But the old woman wants them to find her former neighbor, a woman she had not seen for almost sixty years until she spotted her in the mall a week ago, a woman she claims...

"You can cite many simple pleasures in life, more than I could name, and you would not be wrong: a cooling ocean breeze ...
29/04/2024

"You can cite many simple pleasures in life, more than I could name, and you would not be wrong: a cooling ocean breeze on a warm day as the last of a broken wave rushes up the sand; that first taste of a favorite dish; the smile of a child; the fragrance of honeysuckle. The soft femininity of a woman in your arms is one of those pleasures."

New episodes coming soon.

Amare Newton is a former cop, now working as a chauffeur for the wealthy Winston family. One of the requirements of his new job is that he carry a gun. Amare doesn't know that his intimate involvement with one of the Winston family will connect him to a world in which blood is the key to mankind's g...

A back in the day romance inspired by real events:==========The nightstand phone yanked him out of a deep, dreamless sle...
25/04/2024

A back in the day romance inspired by real events:
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The nightstand phone yanked him out of a deep, dreamless sleep. As he fumbled in the dark for the handset he squinted at the LED display on the clock-radio next to the phone. It was 1:33am. Nothing good came of a call at this time of night. He cleared his throat and croaked, “Hello?”

A feminine voice said, “I’m sorry to wake you, Sergeant Monroe. This is Airman Weeks at the Billeting Office desk. You have a visitor here, Senior Airman Engstrom.”

He took a moment to compose himself before responding, to make sure he was fully awake and not dreaming and had heard the desk clerk correctly. “You said Airman Engstrom?”

“Yes sir.”

“Um, okay. Tell her I’ll be down in um...a few minutes.”

As Ray swung his legs off the bed he heard the desk clerk relay his message, then heard Kerry’s voice in the background. He couldn’t make out what she said.

He stood up, snatched the phone off the nightstand and carried it as far as the cord would allow, to the foot of the bed. He grabbed his suitcase, slung it up onto the bed, then tried to focus enough to decide what it would make sense to wear.

“Sir, she says she can come to your room if it’s all right with you.”

“She can. Yes, that’s okay.” He gave the clerk his room number on the second floor of the building next door, then realized he must still be groggy. The front desk knew what room he was in.

“Yes sir,” the clerk said, sounding amused.

“Okay, thanks. Send her over.”

He jumped into a pair of sweatpants and gym socks, then thought about it and put on a t-shirt and switched his sweatpants for jeans and sneakers because he didn’t know why Kerry had come back or what to expect. Maybe her boyfriend had gotten mad about her coming to see him after all and she needed a place to hide out. If he had to go deal with somebody on her behalf he wanted to be ready.

By the time he thought he was ready she knocked on his door—three light taps. The taps sent him whirling back through time, to that first time she had come to visit him after his invitation, when they had sat on his bed and played two-handed Spades and listened to music while Durant sat on his bed on the other side of their room, polishing his boots. She had tapped on his door three times back then too.

“That girl likes you. You can get that,” Durant had said after she was gone.

He was raised in a trailer and grew up on the beaches of Florida. She's the daughter of a Memphis restaurant mogul. Their lives entwine on a North Carolina Air Force base. A military relationship drama that takes place in the days of bell bottoms and Disco, inspired by real events.

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