The tale of how I got banned from the Olive Garden and became a reluctant father

Bowl of vegetable soup in a white bowl

Everything Ashley had ever done had been on a whim. The college she went to. Jobs. Places she’d lived, both the physical building and the geographic location. So this next decision shouldn’t have been a surprise.

“I want a baby,” she announced while we were dining at the Olive Garden…


Office romance gone awry

Shyla sits so close to Jack I’m convinced she’s about to climb into his lap, curl up like a cat, and purr while he strokes her head. It’s an uncomfortable closeness for me, and I want to separate them, yell at them to get a room, but I can’t, I…


Book .5 of the Heartsbane Saga

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Carys leaned back on her heels, wiped sweat from her brow, and surveyed the flower bed in front of her. Blossoms of all colors spread out before her: delicate pinks and brash crimsons, bright golds and pale…


Book .5 of the Heartsbane Saga

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Storm was half-crazed with worry about Carys. She hadn’t signaled for him in nearly two months. He’d asked around town and learned that Lady Llyswa hadn’t left her house for more than a few hours at a time, but…


Book .5 of the Heartsbane Saga

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As summer progressed and the city became more hot and humid, Lady Llyswa’s mood declined as well. Nothing Carys did met with her approval, and it took all her concentration to avoid being whipped for little mistakes. Even worse though, her…


Book .5 of the Heartsbane Saga

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The next day was the longest of Carys’s life. She was grateful her mistress was away; she found herself dropping things, having to redo tasks several times, and staring off into space as she thought about her night with Storm. As wonderful as…


Book .5 of the Heartsbane Saga

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The next day Storm returned to the street outside Lady Llyswa’s house, but the girl didn’t appear. Undaunted, he came back the next day, and the day after that, tucked into the shadows so that the few passersby or the house’s inhabitants wouldn’t notice him…

E.D. Martin

Writer with a knack for finding new jobs in new places, telling the “what if” stories of those around her. She/her. Read more at http://www.edmartinwriter.com

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