W. Richard St. James

I am not sure that you can hear me. I am not sure if you are still near to me, somewhere in the dark. I am not even sure that you are still alive. Last night, I heard you sobbing. The night before, I heard you scream when they came for you. Perhaps it was your screams, later on, that were punctuated by my own. Perhaps you cannot hear me, perhaps you will not comprehend the words that I am using. Perhaps you are not there at all. Still, I will continue to shout out my confession, to you a... more info>>

"When we agreed to collaborate on this effort, what I had in mind was a Romance. Not Erotica, not even Romantica. A Romance. Something I could sign my own name to, and could boast about at choir practice. Something that I could watch my friends read without blushing in embarrassment." But it doesn't work out that way. Two ladies of a certain age set out to write an innocent little romance. But something goes awry. The two compete to put their heroine into dangerous and compromising posit... more info>>