Ash and Turkish Coffee
The tuk-tuk dropped me at the end of a gravel road and refused to go further, which I probably should have taken as a sign.
Pulse of Copper
Amateur fiction writer in Florida, keeping company with two Labradors who think they own the couch and tea or coffee depending on the hour. Expect Crossdressing with grown-up characters (40s), specific places, and the competition. Always happy to hear from readers who enjoy a real plot alongside the heat. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Stories by Pulse of Copper
Bidding on Galen
The salt flat out here does something to your head.
The Velvet Bet
So here's how I ended up standing in a storage unit at six in the evening, surrounded by forty boxes of my old life, holding a beer that…