Stellar Scholars says
"Love crosses oceans."
America, You've Got a Friend. Israel.
"Love crosses oceans."
America, You've Got a Friend. Israel.
Israel, You've Got a Friend. America.
Make it 51 Stars on our Grand Old Flag!
Make it 51 Stars on our Grand Old Flag!
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Daedalus Books and Stellar Novellas
A Book Lovers Match Set
A Book Lovers Match Set
Cornell Wilde
in
Are You The One?
by Francis M. Dattilo, Jr.
I have preferred married women --
happy married women -- working for me at my small
accounting business because it kills temptation.
Joy Ann was a single woman whom I hired
from a placement bureau.
She had been accused of embezzling company money,
then cleared.
Rather than suing, she left.
I set aside personal policy after two weeks
and took Joy Ann to dinner, movies, and dancing.
We both enjoyed ballroom dancing and were good at it.
Then we both saw the article in the Blade.
Accompanying it was a photo from a local
party store's surveillance camera.
The guy had stuck up the place and looked like me.
Nearly a spitting image.
We went to the police the very morning we read the piece in the paper
and expressed my concern and provided by alibi.
Subsequently, I was cleared by the nightclub manager and our waitress
who had taken my order the same time the robbery had occurred.
The robber was arrested a week later.
Six and one half months after the robbery,
we got married after Joy Ann
stole my heart in broad daylight.
in
Are You The One?
by Francis M. Dattilo, Jr.
I have preferred married women --
happy married women -- working for me at my small
accounting business because it kills temptation.
Joy Ann was a single woman whom I hired
from a placement bureau.
She had been accused of embezzling company money,
then cleared.
Rather than suing, she left.
I set aside personal policy after two weeks
and took Joy Ann to dinner, movies, and dancing.
We both enjoyed ballroom dancing and were good at it.
Then we both saw the article in the Blade.
Accompanying it was a photo from a local
party store's surveillance camera.
The guy had stuck up the place and looked like me.
Nearly a spitting image.
We went to the police the very morning we read the piece in the paper
and expressed my concern and provided by alibi.
Subsequently, I was cleared by the nightclub manager and our waitress
who had taken my order the same time the robbery had occurred.
The robber was arrested a week later.
Six and one half months after the robbery,
we got married after Joy Ann
stole my heart in broad daylight.
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Kathy Moffet 
Amy And Amy And
James Austin Kerr 
The Last Elevator Girl
Katlyn Argenta storytubeAUDIO 
The Lunacy and the Lace
Ethan Hamill storytubeAUDIO 
The Note
Ethan Hamill NEW StoryTube AUDIO |
A Letter From Your
Secretary Elan Carron 
Caramels
Elan Carron 
Days of Christmas
Katlyn Argenta storytubeAUDIO 
Love Nothing Novel
Ethan Hamill 
Morning Jog
Elan Carron NEW StoryTube AUDIO 
One Way Ticket
Katlyn Argenta NEW StoryTube AUDIO |
On Briarwood Roof
Francis Dattilo |
Shadows
Elan Carron |
Stopover
Robert Conover storytubeAUDIO |
Suit to Kill, Slip to Thrill
Kathy Moffet storytubeAUDIO |
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Not Like Kissing Your Sister
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A CUPA DONUTS
Frank Datillo |
Cafe Society
Cozy up to the rich rewards of the Bas Bleu Society.
A Girl Meets Boy EXCLUSIVE
LEFTOVERS
Katlyn Argenta
The mist had cleared.
The dust had settled.
The remains of the St, Malachi's five-year reunion
were now manifestly in view across the room. The
star bachelors and bachelorettes had departed the
scene with more likely prospects, together with
the old marrieds, and now the hall was empty of guests
except for Linda Worth and Charles Addenfield, yards
away and worlds apart.
They covered the distance like lost spaceships
and alighted amidst the clean-up crew with their
own matters to finish.
She laughed. "Well, the Homecoming Queen
went home with The Quarterback. Nothing changed."
He smirked diffidently. "Yeah, the Homecoming Queen.
Does anyone ever land their Dream Girl or Dream Guy?"
"Uh-huh," she deadpanned. "Flo Mathers got her
Dream Lover in Chris Cash. They're divorced already."
She looked at him steadily.
"Good old Charley Addenfield, reserve, scholarly,
quietly heroic. I remember how you saved that third
grader from drowning in the St. Malachi pool."
"It was nothing."
"It was more than The Quarterback ever did."
She took a small tablet from her purse, wrote a number.
"You look very pretty tonight," he ventured unsurely.
"A girl is supposed to look her prettiest on her wedding day,
not for her high school reunion." She handed him the note,
said: "Will you call me sometime?'
"I was going to give you my number."
"I don't want it. Use mine. It will make me feel wanted.
That's all anyone wants, isn't it?'
Their smiles met, melded.
"Can I walk you to your car?" he asked.
"Please do, kind sir."
They left together
and somewhere
St. Malachi
was smiling,
too.
Katlyn Argenta
The mist had cleared.
The dust had settled.
The remains of the St, Malachi's five-year reunion
were now manifestly in view across the room. The
star bachelors and bachelorettes had departed the
scene with more likely prospects, together with
the old marrieds, and now the hall was empty of guests
except for Linda Worth and Charles Addenfield, yards
away and worlds apart.
They covered the distance like lost spaceships
and alighted amidst the clean-up crew with their
own matters to finish.
She laughed. "Well, the Homecoming Queen
went home with The Quarterback. Nothing changed."
He smirked diffidently. "Yeah, the Homecoming Queen.
Does anyone ever land their Dream Girl or Dream Guy?"
"Uh-huh," she deadpanned. "Flo Mathers got her
Dream Lover in Chris Cash. They're divorced already."
She looked at him steadily.
"Good old Charley Addenfield, reserve, scholarly,
quietly heroic. I remember how you saved that third
grader from drowning in the St. Malachi pool."
"It was nothing."
"It was more than The Quarterback ever did."
She took a small tablet from her purse, wrote a number.
"You look very pretty tonight," he ventured unsurely.
"A girl is supposed to look her prettiest on her wedding day,
not for her high school reunion." She handed him the note,
said: "Will you call me sometime?'
"I was going to give you my number."
"I don't want it. Use mine. It will make me feel wanted.
That's all anyone wants, isn't it?'
Their smiles met, melded.
"Can I walk you to your car?" he asked.
"Please do, kind sir."
They left together
and somewhere
St. Malachi
was smiling,
too.
Before there was SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE
there was FUNNY SIDE UP!
there was FUNNY SIDE UP!
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