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(Click here to listen to the MP3: Baby Crazy) Though the sun shone brightly, in a few hours it would be pouring down rain. The Sheffields had planned accordingly. They were going to catch that baby even if it killed them… stork … Continue reading
(Click here to listen to the MP3: Something’s Afoot) Shelley Constance Windsor-Thorpe was a girl of keen observation. She was clever, insightful, and knew when to hold her tongue to avoid reprisals. And with a minimum of supervision, she was … Continue reading
Travis stood beside the lake on the hottest day of the year, quietly hating himself. The others had a short attention span. Not long after he’d waded out of sight, they’d gone back to splashing each other, picking on the … Continue reading
Riley wanted to wake up. He desperately wanted to get away from here, and the prospect that the woman before him was only a nightmare… was his best hope. He just couldn’t remember the last time a dream was so … Continue reading
“Dadgum flimflammin’ screwed up deliveries…” muttered Horace. Before him, a small pegasus swept through the air. It filled the room with magic and light. The old curmudgeon wasn’t having it. “I can’t be having with this,” he grumbled. “Stupid magic … Continue reading
“Okay, open ‘em.” Sharon opened her eyes. Judy had brought her to an empty bistro. Well. Not empty, exactly. On every table, countertop, and surface, occupying every inch of space… was coffee. Cups of every shape and size. Hundreds of piping … Continue reading
He found her in the woods. Hazel was not easy to get to. She wasn’t easy to know, either. “What do you want?” Paul was speechless. He’d followed this peculiar girl a mile and a half into the woods, driven … Continue reading
John regarded Simone as flatly as he could. The training, the machinery was in place and he could call on it when needed. He just wasn’t certain he wanted to. There were layers when it came to duplicity. John knew them … Continue reading
The commodore lit a cigar. His ‘smoking room’ was the only chamber of its kind that would safely handle so much as a lit match in deep space. It cost more by itself than some ships. Jacob’s ship, for instance. … Continue reading