- Quick Book Romance
Romance by Sky Taylor, Free love stories under the Trinity Moon
The Apple & the Snake
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Saddle Tramp - (47
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Her smile instantly died as she spied the pair of red panties blowing in the summer
breeze from the clothesline next to the house. Worse yet, Vic had the audacity to join them and when she turned, his eyes were fixed upon her panties. To hide her embarrassment, she tensed her lips and told him in a tight tone, " Cameo's." Vic stifled a laugh, knowing full-well who the owner of those hot, red panties were. Cameo couldn't fit into them if her life depended upon it. Even so, he made a note to do his own laundry during his stay. Wouldn't be good for the cowboys to see his undergear flying in the breeze. click to continue The Nanny - (47 pages) A short love story with a twist. click to continue The Chimney Sweeper - {13 pages) Accident-prone Heather gets more than she bargained for during a visit to her grandfather's country home.click to continue |
The Apple & the Snake, A Quick Book Romance by Sky Taylor - Page 2 “Whoa there,“ Morey drawled as he viewed the cute old lady taking her sweet “Okay, so I screwed up,” Mitch tossed back, his mood quite cranky. Morey was encroaching seventy. If anyone had a right to be cranky, it was him - not some middle-aged, over-worked, over-stressed wad of business man. It was at times like this when Morey reconsidered his decision to stay on as his assistant. The long hours never seemed to end, although Mr. Fontaine was generous when it came to pay checks. But was it worth it? And it appeared that after twenty years of being his personal assistant that they would at least be on a first name basis, Morey continued to thread through his thoughts. “Oh for heaven’s sake! She’s got a cat!” Mitch protested from the backseat, another thing that irked Morey. Why couldn’t he ride up front with him? “Ah, what a cute kitty,” Morey sighed, his deep blue eyes still sizing up the cute old lady. Old lady? Hum….she was probably younger than he was, he went on to mull. “Would you look at her camera,” Mitch mocked from the backseat. The lens was larger than the camera and the camera was larger than her. And elderly or not, the old bat knew exactly what she was doing. This was their tenth stop - at least, he went on to mentally calculate.
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time in snapping photos of the scenery below. “Might I remind you, Mr. Fontaine, that you were the one who instructed me to take the turn off,” he paused, looking at the mileage indicator, “over thirty miles back. One doesn’t dicker with the Texas hill country. I tried to warn you-”
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