is an eclectic collection of short stories about all of us. The first stories in the collection are about failed romance and how many of us constantly and painfully search for connection in our lives. Other stories take us across the globe, and speak in a variety of voices, which give us brief glimpses of individuals who struggle to make sense of our world. The human beings described in these stories will make you laugh, weep and sometimes they’ll make you throw up your hands in utter disbelief.×
Shane Masters, living in America, has no idea that he's the grandson of a dying duke,
the next in line to inherit the title and wealth.
He's also unaware that his cousin from England framed him for murdering his bride and put out a large reward
for his head. Mack Valentine, a female bounty hunter disguises herself
as a young man in order to re-capture handsome, Shane from a ruthless bounty hunter.
After the Civil War, Southern Bell, Vanetta Adair, is forced to leave her home.
She travels out west to live with her uncle and her westward journey is more than she bargained for.
As she and a handsome wrangler, Chandler Mc Dermott travel via the Oregon Trail, she refuses to give up her fancy gowns and shoes.
The two clash over everything. Chandler evades falling in love with any woman. Vanetta loves and hates him at the same time.
It is going to be a long journey for both.
You find yourself in an alien world. You don't have any memory of how you got there. All you know is that you live in fear of the other inhabitants. Some are vicious and others benign. All you have left are the memories you brought with you. Surviving becomes the only thing you have to look forward to.
Demons are everywhere but they may be just as confused as you
In these twelve stories, a brain injured young man rebels against his diminished life, a doorman at one of London’s exclusive hotels impersonates a deceased client, a retired banker tries to renew his importance by sculpting and erecting an enormous spire in his front yard, a young wife discovers the betrayal going on under her own roof, and in the concluding story railing against her daughter’s self-destructive life and wasted potential, the grieving mother longs to recapture the past. The characters in this short story collection are possessed by varying degrees of obsession and madness. The loneliness, longing and emptiness that lead to the search for meaning and connection in the midst of tumultuous personal change are achieved in unusual ways. From diverse walks of life and settings, young and old, the characters’ every love relationship, every betrayal tests their assumptions and reshapes the future.×
( this is only a part of the first story )
The windows in their flat were so fogged by condensation Emma and Jonathan couldn’t see out - the hot August day and boiling vegetables competed with weak central air for ascendancy. Jonathan had suggested salad for Sunday lunch but she couldn’t bring herself to serve Martin such an insubstantial meal. She checked her watch; he was due in half an hour, just enough time to mash the potatoes, set the table and change.
When the doorbell rang at noon, Emma buzzed him in. She listened to the familiar voices in the entryway, Jonathan’s low and calm, Martin’s voluble. As they entered the kitchen, Martin brusquely kissed her cheek and handed over the weekly bunch of flowers, a mix of white carnations and daisies, dyed strangely blue, which she felt compelled to admire extravagantly while arranging them in a vase. Last week’s bunch, wilted and tilting at different angles, splayed in a pickle jar on the kitchen counter.
Jonathan offered Martin a glass of sherry, and Emma, hurt by her brother’s coldness, began to dress the salad. Martin leaned against the kitchen counter and ignoring her, recounted his week. Jonathan murmured encouraging replies. Listening, she knew that though he resented Jonathan, he hoped to impress him, and she forgave Martin’s attempt to exile her for finding a new man. Conversation with Martin never an easy proposition, guiltily, she smiled at Jonathan, receiving in return a look she couldn’t interpret.
They moved from the kitchen through the dining area and into the living room, all three spaces interconnecting without walls. Cramped, they sat in a row on the sofa, Emma in the middle. She picked her cuticles, trying to think of something Martin would like to talk about. An avid moviegoer, he loved to discuss plots, and often gave them a blow by blow account, which drove Jonathan mad.
“Seen any movies this week?” she said.
He turned to her, his mood now improved.
“I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.” He looked at Jonathan to gauge his reaction.
“Part two hundred and seventy one,” Jonathan said rolling his eyes.
“You have to admit, there’s been no more successful story,” Emma said.
“Do you mind if I put on some music?” Martin asked, kneeling before the CD player.
“Whatever you’d like,” Emma said.
Jonathan offered refills and Emma joined him in the kitchen to serve. She dug him in the ribs with her elbow at the stove, feeling conspicuous with only the dining area and the music to shield them. She wanted Jonathan to embrace Martin, too, to know and love him as she did, though without the perspective of the good years, she knew how hard he found it.
“Please,” she whispered, “be gentle with him.”
“I am trying. If only it wasn’t every Sunday.”
“He looks up to you.”
“Little does he know.”
She smiled. “You didn’t know him then. He could have been just like you, a professor of English. He was so smart. And,” she gulped, “it breaks my heart that he thinks Harry Potter is something you’d like to talk about.”
“I’m sorry,” Jonathan said. “The man is impossible to pin down. There are so many versions I have to take into account.”
“Sshh. We all have versions; don’t make it sound like he alone has changed.”
Jonathan gave her a hug. “I promise I’ll do better.”
She served the salad followed by dinner. Emma forced herself to eat the hot food and Jonathan, perspiring, ate with little appetite. But Martin relished his meal, attacking each item individually - first his peas followed by carrots, potatoes, and finally chicken. She knew from childhood he ate in order of least preferred.
After lunch they sat in the living room with bowls of ice cream on their laps.
Jonathan, ashamed now of his callous attitude, rose gamely to the responsibility of getting to know Martin better.
“What do you like to read?” he said, as Martin shuffled through the CDs, scattered on the floor.
“Oh, I like most anything. You may find this strange,” he said, taking in Jonathan’s receptive smile, “but what I like most is reading maps.”
“I like new maps best.”
“Martin has mastered the whole of London while it’s all I can do to get to work and back,” Emma said, grateful for Jonathan’s about-face. She squeezed his hand.
“Not so,” Martin said. “But I can surely try.”
“It’s a noble aim. London, though I’ve lived here for a long while, is not easy to navigate,” Jonathan said.
Martin looked up and smiled. “Well, the important thing is I know how to get here.”
Emma and Jonathan exchanged glances.
“Martin, you know that nothing stays the same,” Emma said.
“Of course I do.”
In the face of his optimism, she found herself unable to go on.
“How would you feel if we were related, old chap?” Jonathan said, coming to the rescue.
Martin’s face suffused with the creep of a blush at the shock of this. For a long moment, he didn’t reply. “Well, that’d be fine,” he said at last. He scrambled to his feet, stuffing a couple of CDs into the rucksack he’d brought the flowers in. “You don’t mind if I borrow these, do you? I’ll bring them back next time.”
“Of course I don’t,” Emma said with a sigh.
She was proud of Martin’s independence, the way he worked a full-time job and lived in a flat from which he walked to work every day, living at the height of his capability - beyond her parents’ wildest dreams. Substituted by the Sunday ritual, the relationship she craved with her younger brother, though unfair, even foolish in its impossibility, didn’t stop her wishful thinking, the lunches not only filling Martin’s emptiness but attempting to fill hers. The past remained too close, reminding her not only of their loss but of their fleeting happiness. Martin once her closest friend, their love in some way unassailable, had vanished. Now that boy was gone and Martin had taken his place.
She walked him to the Sloane Square tube station.
“Is it true,” he said outside the entrance, “that you’re going to marry Jonathan?”
“Yes,” she said. “But it won’t change things between us. I’ll be married, that’s all.”
“When?” he said.
“We’re going to put the flat on the market first. We plan to list within the month. And once it’s sold and we’ve bought a house we’ll get married.”
He looked at her, trying to retain his composure. “He’s a good bloke.”
“He is, isn’t he?”
“He finds me a chore, I think, even though I try my hardest.”
“That’s just not true,” she said firmly. “You don’t know each other yet, that’s all.”
“If you say so.”
Martin, she thought, despite his limitations, could not be taken in that easily.
Though he made the trip weekly, he consulted the map, placing his finger on the first connection. Looking up he smiled wryly, as though making fun of himself.
“Bye, Emma.” His smile enigmatic, not that of a man who had suffered a traumatic brain injury, his normal appearance a trick life played on her. She hugged him with too much feeling and he pulled away impatiently. In an attempt to recover, she stooped to examine her hemline and smoothed her cotton dress.
“Well, bye then, Martin,” she said. “Same time next week?”
“Right-o,” he said briskly. He glanced at his watch, kissed her and then began his descent into the station, lifting his arm to wave without looking back.×
Liphar (pronounced Lifer) Magazine is proud to announce the launch of its first issue. A new and exciting on-line magazine with a theme dedicated to Literature, Photography and Art.
Key elements will include sourcing articles about literature, photography and art as promotion on Social Media and blogs for writing tools, publishing, photography tips, art and current trends. There will also be regular columnists, thought provoking articles, informative interviews and general information.
While Liphar Magazine covers literature, photography, art subjects and trends, the features in each issue also span a variety of fields that appeal to those who enjoy these genres and want something more from the experience other than reading about the technicalities.
This edition will include by author Taylor Fulks, an article about her latest book. And in her own words..."My novel is very dark, disturbing and GRAPHIC. It is a controversial book about Child Sexual Abuse."
Interviews with Erotica author Karena Marie and nature photographer Murray Coleman will also be featured.
Tia, a futuristic woman hides from the police in a space capsule, which lifts off with her and a resident android. The android believes Tia is another Cyborg, and they travel back to the eighteenth century to collect DNA to repopulate the future after most life on Earth had perished from a rare disease. The capsule crashes on the estate of Earl, Haden Winslow Morley. He, believing they’re poor peasants hires them as servants. Modern times clash with ancient traditions and make for a very explosive attraction between the two strangers but that doesn’t prevent the two from falling in love, regardless of what obstacles they must face. (And they face many). Fiction and non-fiction are intertwined when Tia is abducted by Haden’s mistress and left unconscious, dress as a prostitute, to be killed by Jack the Ripper. When the attempt on her life fails, Tia returns to her time changing the future for the better. But, Tia’s life is empty without her Earl.
Book Five in the Time Travellers Series
Adam Bryant born on April 9th, 1865, grew up in New York City as a private practicing doctor.
One day his brother was shot and his mother suggests that he use the watch that had transported her to the
past to take his brother to the future in order to save his life. There his brother is operated on by a
beautiful, young Creole doctor who he immediately becomes attracted to. Dannie La Pierre tries
hard to fight off the attraction she feels for the handsome doctor from the Big Apple.
Adam takes Dannie back to the eighteen hundreds to meet his parents and before they return to 2014,
he and Dannie are mixed up in abduction, gangsters and more time traveling.
The story continues in sequel, Keeper of My Heart.
Many characters in this book have accents and or different speech patterns. The author has attempted to illustrate this phonically. These are not spelling errors.