Chelsea and the Maiden
As Chelsea raced to her class, one thought kept repeating: My hair is sticking up in the back
Tag: Commuter Lit
Chelsea Childling Goes on Stakeout
Chelsea pouted in her seat. “This is not nearly as fun as TV makes it seem.”
Jack laughed. “Poor thing. Give me your hands.” Not waiting at all, he grabbed her stiff hands and stripped off her gloves. Chelsea’s shivers had little to do with the cold as he huffed hot breath over her frozen fingers.
Chelsea Childling Goes to a Funeral
“Do you want me to go with you?”
She froze, stuck halfway between wanting company, and not wanting Jackson Hawk anywhere near the clergy who ran her college. She half-feared he’d burst into flame just walking into the chapel.
Good Morning, Chelsea Childling
The bright sunlight streaming through her window contradicted her icy feet. Chelsea tugged on her blanket, but it stuck on something.
That something turned out to be a naked, muscle-y bit of man with dark hair and sharp cheek bones.
Chelsea Childling: Newbie Monster Hunter
Things, they are a-changing. Also, a free story.
Words That Burn Like Fire 