The train was a vessel of nerves, a long hour of motorway and silence carrying me toward the possibility of a cup of tea and the illicit weight of years of shared screens. My wife knows nothing of this...

the sound of the mahjong tiles fallingcold and heavy where the coffins floatunleashing demons from the shadows deephaunting the night’s addiction whispers curl through lacquered bone and airhands unseen still call the losing throwfate clicks softly in the darkened roomand...

              “As sure as Indians drink alcohol and shake casino dice I will go on a warpath in pussy and lay that deep pipe,             “Even though I don’t have a plumbing degree That pussy will feel the after effects whenever she...

I sincerely hope to hear from the Star Rite's 'verse. Thank you.  Wife of Malice is an audio romance with a paranormal twist, the first in a series I started called Villain Gets The Girl.