

Recollections of a Punjabi Bride Reenita Malhotra Hora
Just show up and be bridal, my Mother advised. She had been planning this party for years, and would b damned if anyone interfered with what she saw as her ultimate moment of glory.
The Perfect Dress Rita L. Smith
Tracy in her designer suit was arguing with a very flustered sales person. She yelled, her green eyes blazing, “Why are you displaying it if-it-is-not-for-sale?”
Engagement Ring Beth Rehman
It glistened and sparkled in the pin spot lighting shining down from the ceiling. Deborah kept her slender fingers outstretched as she gazed down at her gem...
Operation: Kim’s Day Mirella Castellano
“Woolie?” I call, and he shoves his wet nose out and sniffs to identify me...He’s scared bless him… all this commotion frightened him into hiding!
Fiction
The Gin Fizz Club Bernadette Eden
“Alright ladies, there’s a lot to get through tonight... we all have something to bring to the meeting, so if everyone has a glass of fizz in hand I think we should crack on.”
Doctor’s Orders Mirella Castellano
“Miss Trudy Chambers” the woman behind the high wooden desk call and my face reddens as I remember that that is my name.
Girls’ Night Diane Payne
It’s rare she sits at a bar alone. Movies have ruined this experience for her...the minute she enters, she’s supposed to be prey and a predator will...offer her a drink...
The Seduction of Kate Jon Revere
...In fact, he hadn’t even started breathing hard. Her eyes narrowed. Maybe this will help. With a shout she flew at him feinting left then right then executing a perfect punch...
Orchid Island Judi Blaze
After spending the last three years holed up in a bookstore called Gram’s Books - a hand-me-down business from my grandmother...I realized I was missing out on something.
Sweet, Sweet Romance Kelli A. Wilkins
Her heart fluttered at his offer. Although she had planned on running errands this afternoon, her chores could wait. Obviously fate had brought her and Mark together...
How I Became a Flower Whore Deborah Sherman
My friend Robin knows every plant in the Martha Stewart Dictionary of Horticulture. I don’t and I don’t care. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I am “Anti-Blossom Woman.”