Priti had to remind herself why she had chosen Craemuir Cottage for her Christmas writing retreat. The cottage would have been ideal in summer, or at least, what passed for summer in Morayshire. Priti had never visited the Scottish Highlands in the warmer months, but from what the woman in the local shop had told her, summer there was weather Priti could expect in London during May. That would have been perfect; neither t...

It had been three weeks or so since Carole walked out of that pub. Work was a grind, with my brain filled up of questions and no answers, just theories, and work was just a grind anyway. But I did have a return visit by Inge to look forward to, even though she was travelling with her mother. Just getting to go home and my phone rang. "Hello?" "Vee? It's Hazel, remember?" "Of course I do, gorgeous! How are you?" "Just been...

On the day Darren was to arrive home, he let me know he'd made dinner reservations for three at his favorite restaurant. It was a fancy place, one I couldn't afford to frequent even when I had a job. No longer feeling the need to be modest, I chose a black dress with a plunging neckline. To say my cleavage was ample would have been a huge understatement. Once I'd gotten ready, I waited until I heard Darren's car out front...

It had been four months since Chelsea and James moved to Chicago. After James’ promotion following the success of his meeting in Boston, he had been offered a new position in the city and a significant raise. He and Chelsea had discussed the situation quite a bit. Moving meant leaving their friends where they were behind. But given their new relationship, they figured it might also be for the best. They weren’t sure how l...

In the weeks following Beckett's death, the mourning of everyone in Oliver's house seemed to coalesce until it took on a presence all its own. Sadness followed me from room to room, and every time I saw Damien's grief-stricken face, my own pain grew even more wrenching. Beneath our despair was a sense of expectation, almost as if we were all holding our breath. Everyone, but especially Phil, had an ear to the ground, and...

I could tell Gin was nervous. My wife sat on the couch beside Jeremy, and while he readily admired her black dress with its sweetheart neckline, she stared down at her hands clasped in her lap. Still, I saw a faint smile on her lips. She clearly enjoyed Jeremy's attention. Jeremy had been my best man when I married Gin almost ten years ago. We'd been friends since college, but he felt more like a brother to me. And tonigh...

Every day, I went to see Adam while the Reids were on vacation. He fucked me in almost every room of their house; sometimes, we didn't even make it to a bed. One afternoon, he offered me a drink right after I arrived, but as soon as we reached the kitchen, he began stripping me from the waist down. I giggled when he carried me to the table and set my bare ass upon it. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" I murmure...

It was late when I showed up at Trent's house, still wearing my work uniform. I'd spent my entire shift at the café trying to imagine every possible scenario that could unfold tonight. Finally, I told myself to get over my wounded pride so I could focus on giving this man exactly what he was paying for. As to why he insisted on paying me a shitload, I had no idea, but I was determined to keep my feelings out of our arrang...

It took me a long time to find Chase. My inquiries into hiring a male escort had to be discreet, especially since he wouldn't be escorting me anywhere except the bedroom. More than once, I thought I'd finally found someone suitable, only to be disappointed upon meeting the man. The frustrating process grated at me; I knew it had to be easier for men who were willing to pay for the companionship of a woman. At almost forty...

I sat at the bar, nursing a gin and tonic. I didn't even like gin and tonics, and I'd never before been to this particular bar, but tonight, I was determined to do something different. It was a Tuesday evening, just after six, and the place wasn't at all crowded. I liked its hushed atmosphere and figured I'd leave when it grew too loud later on. Not long after I arrived, someone else came through the door. I kept my stare...

Alma nestled in my arms after we made love, her eyelids growing heavy. Neither of us spoke for several minutes. Then I kissed her forehead and whispered, "I know about Wyatt." A fierce jolt coursed through my wife, as if my words had literally shocked her. She immediately withdrew from my embrace, her face etched with panic. "What are you talking about, Sam?" Even in the soft lamplight, I could see her trembling. I merely...

As I watched Troy and Alex, panic gripped me like a tight hand around my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. I couldn't utter a sound, and my mind was reeling when I slid off the stool and started toward them. "Josh, wait!" Holly called after me, but my entire focus was on the man who had been in my bed, and inside me, last night. The noise of the bar, along with all the people surrounding me, faded until I wasn't a...

For a thirty-six-year-old man, I was quids in. I had a satisfying job, with a good wage, a house in the countryside, away from the hustle and bustle of city life, and more to the point, a wife that was out-of-this-world sexy. We met in the city, at a late-night bar. We must have fallen in love at the precise moment our eyes met each other. She was the waitress at our work’s party table, supplying us with drinks and snippe...