Into Thin Air_Always Be Polite_Lytton Blood_The Ragin' Cajun
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Into Thin Air
Adonis Deluca was dangerously handsome the moment he was born. He was so remarkably attractive, even as an infant, that the doctor who delivered him said, “He’s an Adonis!” Upon hearing that and seeing her son for the first time, his mother discarded the name she and his father had originally picked out for him.“I know we should name him after my father,” Mrs. Deluca, a Greek American said, “Tradition be damned! He is an Adonis.”His Italian-born father agreed, mostly because he lived and breathed by the adage “happy life, happy wife,” but also because it was hard not to notice what near-perfec...
Always Be Polite
"Thanks a lot.”He heard the voice. Yet, when Todd looked around, he didn't see anyone attempting to catch his attention, so he decided to ignore it."Thanks a lot."Todd again scanned the area and saw no one. He turned his attention back to the slow-moving people in front of him waiting to get through the self -checkout. He stopped on his way home from work hoping to grab a few things quickly and be on his way.However, he found many people also coming from work and hoping to grab a few things quickly. Among them, appeared to be idiots who forgot the numbers zero through nine by the time they re...
Lytton Blood
LYTTON BLOOD Ann Martin My publisher told me it would only be a small print run and she wasn’t kidding. But at last I found it. Are Those Skeletons in My Closet? Written and illustrated by Pansy Lytton-Fosse. Not one, but six copies, in a tiny bookshop attached to a café just a couple of streets back from the seafront. It www.onedoor.ccwas under Humour and I’d been looking in Biography. When I thought about it, that made sense.I gazed with a motherly pride at my own cartoon cover of assorted eccentrics, con-artists and fruit loops peering out from a jumbled collection of rather bizarre fashion statements. t...
The Ragin' Cajun
I received the phone call every boyfriend dreads.“This is Carrie. I’m at the boutique. Veronica’s going crazy! Get down here!”Veronica Rennie was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She had captivating emerald eyes, platinum hair that cascaded down her back, perfectly sculpted legs, and a generous figure packed into a 5’ 4” frame. And then there was her sultry southern accent, which seemed to spring forth whenever she wanted me to blindly follow her commands.She also ate lithium like breath mints and was a poster child for manic depressive misadventure.We met at a softball game. The more ...