Aztec Treasure Ch. 11-20

Savannah avoided Luna like the plague in the days following the bridal shop day. It was terrifying seeing Xiomara behaving the way that she did, and something deep in her gut told her that something more was going on, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Savannah kept her focus on work, doing photo shoots here and there until the magazine planned to fly her to Toronto to take photos at a national park in the following months. In the meantime, Greg was spending more and more time with Quinton, and she was relieved. He'd been so pushy about starting a family she was happy he was finding time elsewhere. The late summer air was unusually chilly, and around this time, Savannah's mother would typically begin planting her fall flowers. She missed her mother, and it was time for a visit. On her way over to her mother's house, she remembered all the times they'd do puzzles and go to the library. Her mother always told Savannah that she was an old soul, and she beli

Note to self: Let's see, I've started typing this out on the laptop at home with the intention of writing a debut novel -- I'll throw out a few ideas as they come to me and see if I can't come up with something vaguely appealing -- hah! I'm sorry, but this sounds so ridiculous even as I'm typing it in. I mean I'm doing this because my Uni professor in English proposed it as a way of starting things off -- the first tentative steps in a hundred-mile journey, so to speak. Write about what you know, Alan, he said. But I don't know anything. Okay, that's not quite true, I mean, I got into university so I must know something, mustn't I? Yeah. They're not the things that go into a novel, though. What goes into a novel are the trials and tribulations of real life's obstacles and how they're overcome (happy ending) or not (tragedy). Well, reader (me, for now...), that's a start, I suppose. So tomorrow (set myself a timetable?) I'll

This is the eighth instalment of Yaz's adventures. For new readers, naturally, the best place to start is the first adventure but for those who wish to jump straight in, the following is a brief resume of how we got to this point. Having first met Yaz when she was working at the Pleasure Parlour, she drove me crazy, taking over my life for the day and my dreams for the night. As wasn't happy doing what she did, she left the place but I managed to track her down and encouraged her to move in with me to begin a new life. She joined me for an evening at a jazz club, the Absolution, when some of her sexual fantasies started to emerge, in particular, her desires to be dominated by a voluptuous singer who was performing. At the same function, a slender server, working the room and a lone Scandinavian patron, a big guy called Cairn, ended the evening in his bed. Having made contact with the voluptuous singer, Yaz and I attended an address to meet with her to, hopefully, realise Yaz&

answr yr phone? The text was from Kelsey Ellis, and it was an hour old. Remembering that she'd muted her notifications so that she could concentrate on calculus this morning without fielding angry calls from her father, Robyn Henderson immediately returned the call. "You wanna hang this afternoon?" Kelsey asked. "I've got exams." Robyn tried to ignore the warmth that suffused her body at the sound of her friend's voice. "In July?" "I signed up for full schedules in both summer sessions." "So lame." "Yeah, well I wanna finish up in the fall and get out of this house. Parents have lost their minds. Mom moved out. The law firm's sent her off to some glorified fat farm 'til forever, no phones, no nothing. Dad doesn't come home much and when he does he's been drinking. Not that I miss the old bastard. He's convinced I'm lying about not being able to get in touch with Mom." "Famdram. Tell m

Turning her key in the lock, Eloise pushed the front door to her small, suburban townhouse open and stepped over the threshold, onto a plush welcome mat inside. Turning, she closed the door, frowning when there wasn't a telltale squeaking of the hinges in response. Instead, it closed smoothly and quietly, clicking into place. "Hey," she called. "Did you fix the door while I was out?" There was no response. Eloise hummed to herself. Kai was probably holed up in their bedroom, working away on his computer. Hanging her purse on a hook on the wall and slipping out of her work shoes, she wandered toward the stairs. On the way there, she paused, looking into the laundry room to find the baskets empty and the dryer switched off. Curious, she stepped into the kitchen and opened the dishwasher a crack to find it empty. A small smile curved Eloise's mouth. He'd done all of her chores for her. Turning, she padded over to the staircase and climbed it, heading for