The Rare Book Caper_Goalline Turnover_Paid In Full_Almost Happily Ever After
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The Rare Book Caper
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark… I thought for sure my time had come. I had visions of my grandma’s welcoming embrace and the aroma of hot cocoa on the stove was so inviting that I let myself go.*******Brenda and I met a few years ago. It is hard to recall an exact number when you have lived on the streets for a while and one day blends into the next. I think that the first time she spoke to me was on a gorgeous spring day when it seemed everyone was out enjoying the warmth and brightness of the sun after a long winter. In another life, I was a pretty respecta...
Goalline Turnover
Wanted high school football coach to lead championship-caliber team.The ad immediately caught the eye of the former high school football star as he paged through the local Bonn Bugel newspaper in the rundown kitchen of the fleabag motel five miles outside of the Maryland suburb he had called home since completing rehab in the Shoreline Health Recovery Unit six months ago.Contrary to the beliefs of many of the tongue-wagging upper class gossips in Bonn, the final chapter of the Jim Pierce run for the goalline had not yet been written.Sure Barbie-brained former cheerleader Stacy Stonington had ...
Paid In Full
Utah squinted into the sun as he watched the dust cloud growing to the south. “Think that's the stage?” he asked. The comment distracted the store keeper from the frivolous small talk as he rushed through the store to stand on the boardwalk. He held his hand up to shade his eyes. “If it's the stage, then the school teacher is here. I heard ruwww.onedoor.ccmors that she's the prettiest lass west of the Mississip.” “No one in this town has ever seen her. Why would you think she's pretty?” Utah hated the gossip. The store keeper ignored him, brushing at his apron and pulling on his shirt sleeves. “I didn't kno...
Almost Happily Ever After
Thirsty Clyburn sighed contentedly as he surveyed the environment in which he found himself, still barely comprehending his good fortune and the sheer wonderment of it all. Four hundred acres of rolling Kentucky bluegrass bounded by miles and miles of cream-colored post and board wooden fence, much of it in double course to contain the outrageously expensive thoroughbreds that lived there in the event a rubber-necking tourist missed a turn and plowed through the outermost rails. A barn more exquisitely turned out than most of the houses of the typical high-end neighborhood. A lavishly stocked ...