She felt ridiculous standing there holding a tall stalk with an unusual flower on it behind her back but it was part of the shoot. Why on earth was she here, modeling for a photo shoot which would appear in Bazaar? She wasn’t a model. She knew nothing about modeling. This was Ryker’s bright idea.… Read More In Hanoi
Laird was standing by the fireplace, scowling at her. Martina was thrilled that he was finally there in her flat. They hadn’t seen each other for weeks. How she longed to throw herself into his arms but his demeanor kept her at bay. Several minutes passed during which neither spoke. They just stood there, watching… Read More Laird Finally Visits Martina
“You’re going away? For how long?” “For three weeks.” “Where are you going?” “New York, Milan and Paris.” “You’ll be gone for three weeks.” Three weeks seemed like a long time to me. It was hard not seeing her for a day, much less three weeks. What was I going to do when she was… Read More Going Away
It’s Saturday night and I’m at a pub with my friends, Ronald and his wife, Juanita. We are having a great time. I haven’t laughed in a long time–not since I learned that Pamela was really my sister or since she died. It felt good to be with people I cared about again and to… Read More Laughing Again
I’m tired of people walking up to me and asking for my autograph. For some crazy reason, they think I’m Halle Berry. When I tell them I’m not her, they look at me and then walk off miffed. They probably think Halle is one of those celebrities who fancy they’re too big to waste time… Read More Mirror, Mirror
One morning, I was on my way home from jogging around the track field when I saw her. I stopped and leaned against the fence. I just stood there, watching her. She had her head down as she walked, so she didn’t notice me at first. She was wearing an orange headband and a matching… Read More The First Meeting
“You look bored,” Tiffany said to her friend, Fiona. “I’m not bored,” Fiona replied. She wasn’t bored but she was anxious to leave. It was near six o’clock and she was supposed to be going over to Darth’s place. Her heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of him. No one knew about their… Read More A Very Tough Decision
My name is Naomi. Like my namesake, I have been tempted to change my name to Mara which means “bitterness”. I have a lot to be bitter about. All of my life I have been bullied and mistreated due to the color of my skin. I have black skin. I’m the darkest in my family. … Read More Naomi’s Story
You’re a figment of my imagination and yet I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re my dream man. You with your long, flowing hair as black as a raven, your strong handsome features with the square jaw and incredible eyes that make my knees go weak everything you look at me. I stare at the… Read More Dream Man
He sat at the piano, running his fingers over the keys. His heart was heavy and his mind muddled. Music was elusive. He couldn’t concentrate. All he could think about was her and how much he missed her. What a fool he had been to let her walk out of his life. He had allowed… Read More Choosing Love Over Fear
Notes to Women 