Chronicles

New Year’s Resolution: Part IV

“No!” Sebastian snarled in a rushed whisper as he struggled to pull the linen closet door shut as he shot a panicked look past Trevor’s shoulder.

“Open. The. Door,” Trevor said evenly to his son as he kept his hand on the closet door to stop it from closing.

“Dad, please!” he whispered as the rest of the children cowered behind him, squeezing themselves into that small closet while Trevor stood there, shaking his head and sighing heavily as he reluctantly released his hold on the door and allowed his son to shut the door.

“It’s not that bad,” he lied to… Read More

New Year’s Resolution: Part III

“Water…,” Trevor whispered weakly as he held out a trembling hand towards the bottle of water on the nightstand.

Zoe ran her hungry gaze over her husband’s incredible body, licking her lips and contemplating starting things up again, but the little whimper he made to get her attention had her sighing in resignation and handed the lukewarm water over to her husband that she was almost sixty percent sure wasn’t dying. When he struggled to open the cap off the bottle, she took the bottle and opened it for him, and did her best to ignore the tingling sense of… Read More

New Year’s Resolution: Part II

“Thank fucking god,” Trevor grumbled as he fell face first onto the mattress, too weak to do anything else as his body trembled with exhaustion from the last six hours that he’d spent trying to distract his wife from her asinine plan.

It had taken everything that he had, but it was worth it, he told himself as he lay there, struggling to catch his breath. By now going on a diet was the last thing on her mind.

At least, it damn well better… Read More

New Year’s Resolution: Part I

“That’s it,” Zoe said, shaking her head, more determined than she’d ever been before. “I’m going on a diet.”

“No,” Trevor said as he walked past her, barely pausing as he gave her bottom an affection pat as he made his way to the shower.

She worried her bottom lip as she stared down at the proof that she’d overdone it in 2016. She had no idea how she’d gained ten pounds since the last time she’d stepped on this scale, but she was damn well going to get it off before Valentine’s Day.

That was it.

She was done playing… Read More

An Excerpt from An Anger Management Novel

“Expiration is…,” Kylie mumbled as she searched the Snickers’ bar that she’d found lodged beneath her seat for an expiration date, “…..February 2010.”

Worrying her bottom lip with indecision, Kylie contemplated eating the candy bar that was six years past its expiration and obviously a parting gift from the last person who’d owned this car. She normally wasn’t big on sweets, especially expired ones, but since she hadn’t had a chance to eat anything since lunch yesterday it was now fair game. She was starving and willing to take a chance on what was most likely going to end up… Read More

Excerpt from Furious: An Anger Management Novel

“Let me out!”

“What’s the magic word?” he asked, chuckling as he leaned back in his wheelchair and settled in while the woman who’d been foolish enough to get herself locked in a linen closet continued to try to break the door down.

“Bret,” she snapped, which of course was not the magic word so he had no choice but to ignore her.

“I’m not kidding!” she added a minute later.

“Really?” he asked, looking for something that he could wedge under the door to keep her locked in so that he could take a break, maybe grab a soda and a sandwich,… Read More

Christmas Eve….Pyte Style

“It was the night before Christmas and all throughout the house-”

“I’m going to kill him,” Kale snarled, cutting off the annoying bastard.

Chuckling, Chris reached over and snatched the bag of bows from him. “Buck up, buttercup,” the little bastard that he’d promised to protect said with a wink that was going to get his throat ripped out.

Glaring at the bastard while he tried to remember if he’d promised Izzy that he wouldn’t kill the little prick, he reached over and snatched the bag of bows back. “Those are my green bows, you little piece… Read More

Late Night Spankings: Part 4

“Please kill me.”

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, that’s it, big boy! That’s the spot!” BND (Bitch Next Door) squealed.

“Who’s your daddy?” BND’s playmate screamed as Zoe groaned pathetically and rolled over onto her side and continued to hug the thin, lumpy pillow against her ear, but it did nothing to protect her from the deeply disturbing events going on next door.

“For the love of god, stop!” Haley begged as they both laid curled up on their respective hotel beds, praying for morning to come.

“Pinch my nipples, baby! Pinch them!” BND’s playmate… Read More

Late Night Spankings: Part 3

“Shhh, people are sleeping,” the man, who was apparently the only voice of reason among the couple next door, said.

Laughing, and making Haley roll her eyes as she rolled over onto her side and waited to die a miserable death, the woman said, “That’s their problem,” officially changing her name in Haley’s mind to the Bitch Next Door, or BND for short.

“It’s two-thirty in the morning,” Zoe mumbled miserably as she rolled over onto her back and groaned.

“I don’t think they care,” Haley pointed out seconds before the couple next door confirmed her… Read More

Late Night Spankings: Part II

Zoe never thought she’d say this, but if she had to eat one more chocolate bar she was going to scream. Sighing miserably, she rolled over onto her side, cringing when the lumpy mattress bounced along with her, so that she stare aimlessly at the grainy television picture that was showing…

Was that porn? she wondered as she tilted her head to the side, ignoring the fact that the paper-thin pillow bent with the movement, and pursed her lips up in thought as she took in the movie playing at a different angle. It was either porn or an old… Read More