(This short story was originally published on my blog in February, under the title, A Broken Dream. I have re-worked the story with the...

She’s late today. She normally reaches home around six-thirty, but it is now six-forty five and I swivel the telescope from left to...

I have decided to change the cover of my last book That Day at the Lake, but the story within is the same charged, erotic romance between...

He looked down at the woman sleeping beside him. Knees drawn up, arms tucked around her body, she lay almost in a foetal position, as...

He tied her wrists behind her back with the belt from the bathrobe that he had been wearing when she arrived, and which was still warm...

New York, 2012 I stood still as a beautiful vision walked towards me. Seeing her almost took my breath away and I gazed in awe as people...

“What is your biggest fear?” she said. He paused for a moment and gave it some thought. “That I will drop dead after a lifetime of...

He watched her from across the room. She glided rather than walked, despite the very high heels she was wearing, and her body’s...

(Over 18s only. Warning: Contains some violence and sexual swear words.) Gypsy was the undoubted leader of the Ratcliffe Lane Gang,...

His eyes were so penetrating they seemed to be boring holes through to the hot centre of her body. She shifted uneasily from one foot to...