Warmth Between the Ice
Trina Bannister had been in Wolverton, Manitoba for three weeks, and she still couldn't get used to the smell of the curling club.
River Quota
Longtime reader from Canada, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is literate with dry humor. I mostly write in Mature, Interracial Love, and Erotic Couplings, especially stories built around reunion and people who work as bankers or similar real-world trades. Constructive comments and favorites are always welcome. 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 River Quota
Letters from the Crossing
The ferry terminal at Harrows Neck smelled like diesel and old coffee, and Sam Delilah had been sitting in the same molded plastic chair…
The Altar of Her Hands
*This one was written in the quiet hour after midnight, thinking about how gentleness is not the opposite of heat.
The Call at Langford
*This story is a slow burn about a man who's done with surprises and a woman who's full of them.
The Staged Kitchen
Virginia Hobart had built a career on not doing impulsive things.