Alana Fowler, a single 26-year old baker/dessert entrepreneur, was in her apartment in midtown Atlanta, thinking up ideas for cakes for her bakery/dessert eatery called Sinfully Sweet and Decadent. Her bakery has cupcakes, layer cakes, cookies, cinnamon rolls, and other desserts so rich that would make even a hardcore aerobic addict want to cheat on their diet. One of her new ideas was a new vanilla layer cake...

The Christmas Bombshell. Authors Notes: Well it that time of year again, the time when we all drink far too much, and with any luck, get more sex over one fortnight than we do in the next three months, Granted that happens in my house, but hey....you've got to accept what you get. The story you are about to read in totally true with a little creative license taken. If you want to know more about the details...

I was on a tour through Scotland and the third night in we stopped at a little town on the west coast called Ullapool. Such a beautiful sleepy little town, right on the water's edge, famous for its fish and chips. Staying at a nearby hotel I was eager to see what nightlife was around on a Monday night. I had seen a sign on my way in advertising ‘mic night' at The Argyle, so this is where I headed. I walked...

FANCY SPREAD FOR A PICNIC Maggie Simpkins stood at her bedroom window, looking down at the street outside. She began to have second thoughts about what she was doing. Maggie had planned to go on a picnic in the park with Larry Helmer, her boyfriend of some months, then to a movie in the evening with him. But Larry had called her before starting to drive over and she had mentioned to him that her mother...

Cindy Smith blinked at the screen and her blood came to a slow boil. Her website had been on the fritz for a week now. And her requests thus far had been ignored. Until this little gem had just popped into her inbox. To: superauthorcindy@mail.com From: Adam Your website seems to be running fine. Her cat Gizmo hopped up into her lap and started mooking. Kneading biscuits some people called it, Cindy...

As I walked into the coffee shop, I casually searched the tables for my friend Heather whom I was meeting this afternoon. She is slim and has straight blond hair that falls past her shoulders and cradles her face softly. She has an infectious laugh and is the kind of person that can make any situation fun for everyone. That was the very reason that we were meeting today, to discuss an idea that I have in mind...

"How did I end up like this?" by Miles Naismith She was on the beach, in darkness except for the pale light of a waning Moon. It was a Caribbean beach, and it was the first day of their vacation. She was on her knees on a towel, her head resting on her forearms. Conscious of her nakedness, she thought, "There's only one reason ever to be in this position . . . and I don't think I can stop." Elizabeth...