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A coming of age tale as old as the wild west.Taken from her father and her people, a young Sioux girl tries to adapt to life among the people of her mother, the 'white eyes'. Bitter, resentful, untrusting, Kimimela finds herself alone in a world where there seems to be no place for her, a half breed child of a warrior and a white woman. As she grows, is there a choice? When the opportunity arises, and she comes of age, will she return to the land of her father's people, or stay with the new life she's tried to build among the whites?http://seviolet.x10host.com/SEVioletHome.html…
A man without a name. Without a history. Without any recollection of who or what he was. Fragments had been left behind, cut into his flesh with brutal force. Left for dead in the untamed vastness of the Australian wilderness, his only chance for survival comes in the form of a mute, disfigured Aboriginal woman. She has secrets to protect, secrets that involve more than his past.…
Rin Temple could usually get himself out of any scrape he found himself in, through the swiftness of his draw or cool-headed thinking. This time was different. He found himself a badly wanted man for something he didn't do, and worse, his accuser was in desperate need of his help.…
Western.In the old days of gold strikes, boom towns, and outlaws, Lilli finds herself alone and in desperate need of help. There's a place she belongs, one that's rightfully hers, but it's far beyond her ability to get to it on her own. One man steps forward to help, but can he be trusted? Will traveling across country alone with him ruin her reputation beyond repair, or worse?There's only one way to find out. 'Shaped lean an' tough, the stranger reminded me of a wolf, an' the well-worn gun belt with a smooth polished black ivory handle did not escape my notice neither. It was tied down, an' I felt my heart quicken. Judd had tol' me a'plenty about men who carried guns that'a way, an' I had no likin' for it. That kind was followed by nothin' but misery an' killin'. 'WARNING: There's A LOT of (') in the first few chapters of this book! A LOT. Headin', Startin' etc... There's ALSO horrible grammer. It's supposed to be there! First few chapters, then it gets better. (you'll understand when you read them) ALSO...NO GRAPHIC CONTENT of any kind. The story touches on adult themes that may not be suitable for a younger audience.…
READ THE TAGS, SWEETIES!If any of them sound objectionable, this isn't the book for you! (Seriously)He was a foster runaway looking for a place belong, only to end up a deadly mafia killer tagged Mad Dog. Through a systematic routine of punishment and reward, he grows into a specific niche with extreme anger management issues. Barely on the edge of control, Benjamin Masters was betrayed into a deep-cover government organization known only as the Agency. His life began to precariously spiral out of control when he met her.A runaway called Genevieve was at the very bottom of life's trash heap. Just escaping from a life of drugs, alcohol, and prostitution, she has no concept of what kindness and trust look like. While Masters isn't anyone's first pick for being kind, he saved her life when she's kidnapped off the street. Again. Waking up on a Colombian barge belonging to unscrupulous pirates hadn't been on his list of things to do, but now that they'd asked for trouble, he was going to show them exactly what he was capable of. What he hadn't anticipated was rescuing the woman too. Or taking her on the run. Or protecting her from everyone that tried to hurt her. Or caring about her.Now it's a race to see who gets their hands on the woman everyone wants.…
Series Five. The epitome of scientific and technological development. A coalition of genius, invention, fantasy and determination. When A.I. first became available to the public, the world went robot crazy. Android movies, toys, heroes, books, and countless paraphernalia swept the market. Having one became a household necessity. Androids were the road to a glorious future, each series upgrade sleeker, smarter, faster, more humanoid than the one before. World demand kept the A.I. labs in full production, until Series Five. He built one prototype, a perfect, fully functioning machine indistinguishable from flesh and bone. They never expected Artificial Intelligence to think for itself. They never anticipated the need to protect themselves from their own creation.Echo Class was beyond what anyone could have imagined.…
He was a man of humor, of violence, and of strength. When he was left afoot without horses, food, or weapons, his mind was occupied with one thing, survival. Ok, so that's not strictly true. In his care was the beautiful and tempting Magdaline Serrano. One thing held his regard for her in check. Magdaline was a nun in training.…
I always knew I was goin' to die...I just never expected it to be like this. Blazin' hot desert, far from home, alone, ambushed, shot in the back an' left for dead- no, I'd never imagined it to be like this.Problem was...instead of dyin' right off, I got mad. A vicious, righteous, stuck in your craw, won't rest 'til justice is done kind of mad. Pa would say 'Catch a bear by his nose, you get mauled. Catch a Rivers'...that's where things get messy'.…
From fighting in the Civil War, to marshaling a small town in southern California, to hunting down a murderer, Hel Morgan has seen more of life than most people could ever dream.…
Soldier, wanderer, a man past his prime, Clyde Orson wasn't looking for the kind of adventure that found him at the edge of Apache Pass. But when the chips are down and the lines of right and wrong are blurred, he's not one to walk away. But will this mean the end of the trail for a man in search of peace? Take the last ride, and find out...…
Tom carefully lit his smoke and studied the man before him with care, his experienced eyes taking in every minute detail that would mean little to someone whose life didn't hinge on the details. The man was quiet, collected, a calm look of self-assurance in his eyes. He wore gray buckskin pants and vest, homemade from the look of them, and his shirt was home spun black cotton, and reasonably new. His boots were made for walking, not riding, and were scuffed and well worn. He wore no gun, but that did not diminish in the slightest the air of confidence in him. He had large, thick hands, broad shoulders, a thick neck, a wide jaw, and the faint line of a scar from his ear lobe to the slight cleft in his chin. His coffee colored eyes were piercing and flat, utterly lacking expression."No, I don't reckon you're here to raise a fuss. Take it as a friendly warning though. I don't abide trouble makers in my town, and I don't back down." The marshal spoke with deliberate calmness.The drifter rose slowly and smoothly to his feet, his long lean frame now towering over the marshal. Tom was careful to not move, or show any concern at all. The man looked down at him, something that might have once been humor flickering in his eyes."Then I reckon that'll do for both of us, Marshal. I'm not one to back down myself."…
The law is a tricky thing. So is identifying the right man for the crime. Eureka Rivers is about to find out for herself just what the truth is when summoned to the hanging trial of her cousin.…
Things go awry when Boston is left at home, and comes nose to nose with life and death at the hands of the Pollock boys. Making it to her Uncle Fennel was her only hope of escape. Would she make it in time?…
Little Sparrow gets separated from her family and has to survive the night and the dangers that come with it. Will her father find her in time?This is a short story featuring more of the Rivers Clan, a family of the Old West who appear in many of my other Western stories.…
PREVIEW ONLY - PUBLISHED ON AMAZONFae Rivers is on her own for the first time. Talkative, friendly, will she find herself in trouble, or will she talk her way into love?http://seviolet.x10host.com/SEVioletHome.html…
Duncan Conner was a man full of anger and anguish, having lost everything he loved, and nearly his own life. Living in self-imposed exile, he wasn't seeking out companionship, hoping to heal from the deep wounds of loss. What he found in the scorching heat of the desert sand would change his life forever...if he survived.~~~My slap caught his jaw, the echo of it bouncing back from against the rock, my palm stinging fiercely from the strength behind the blow. The next I knew I was looking up at the sky, ears ringing, shuddering waves of pain rippling from the side of my face. I had not even seen him move, but the rider had spared no strength in his instant retaliation.Dizzy, the world somewhat indistinct and whirling I did not resist when he reached down and again pulled me to my feet. I swayed and nearly fell but the man caught me, gently holding me in place until I could stand on my own. I looked at him, my eyes wide with astonishment, and he must have sensed how I felt because he shrugged. He knew I did not understand him, but he spoke anyway, his voice deep. "I told you I'd lay you out flat, and I don't speak for the pleasure of it."…
Jack Lantern found himself shipwrecked in the middle of the vast sea, alone and without hope of rescue. With all his experience being on the water, he must now learn to survive on dry land. With nothing more than a compass and his long knife, Lantern begins to adapt to life in a tropical jungle. Shelter, food, weapons, those things came fairly easily to the determined sea captain, and while primitive, he lacked very little. Yet even paradise has its dangers. They came in the form of the inhabitants of his new island home, those who would not see his presence tolerantly. It got worse when one of their own abandoned them and was now looking to Jack for help.…
Full edition of flash short The Proposal. Chapters marked by a * are those edited from the rough draft version as of 1-27-23Flighty, sweet, naïve Hattie Foster is engaged to the country vicar, Jonathon Forsythe. What could possibly go wrong?~The object of Hattie's attention stood quietly at his study window, staring dismally at the green pastureland beyond the small vineyard attached to his property. Normally a picture of quiet refinement, his features were set in a faint scowl, lines marring the skin between his brows. The gentleman sitting in a high back chair behind him was equally somber."How soon?""It's hard to say, Jon. With things like these..." the smooth voice left off with a shrug. Lips thinning into a hard line, the vicar turned. "Hard to say? My future hangs by fraying strings, and you say, 'hard to say'?"~…
