L. Lane Bailey
Bio
Dad, Husband, Author, Jeeper, former Pro Photographer. I have 15 novels on Amazon. I write action/thrillers with a side of romance. You can also find me on my blog. I offer a free ebook to blog subscribers.
Stories (69/0)
there must be pie
I am a conglomeration of a lot of experiences, people and places. Fifteen minutes before writing this, I was interacting with another writer here on Vocal about a small town in central Michigan to which we were both connected, and reminiscing about a restaurant that closed around 1976.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Humans
Dancing in the Sky
Mary sat on her bed and didn’t know whether to laugh of cry. She’d spent the day going from giddy with excitement to deep depression. Next to her on the floor was a set of packed suitcases. Her window was open, and the breeze was ruffling her drapes. Then she heard the gravel crunching in the driveway. It was time.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction
Colt Dixon and his LM002
Colt walked around the angular off-road rig, a smile creeping across his face. He slowed and stopped at the front, eyeing the black, roughly triangular black badge with the “raging bull” of Lamborghini in the middle, the edges, the bull and the name in gold. Yes, this would be fun.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction
The Rest of their Days
Ezekiel Hammond rose from the comfortable chair in the sitting room. Martha glanced at the grandfather clock as she rocked baby James, wondering who might be calling. She heard her husband open the door, then a voice she’d not heard for a long time… one she had hoped to never hear again. The man’s voice filled her with dread.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction
Love Grew Among the Marigolds
Martha Clay was sixteen when she met the man she wanted to marry. He was twenty-three, and to her, little more than a stranger from the middle of nowhere in southern Ohio. She had noticed him, though. He wasn’t particularly handsome, not like the man she had thought she loved, Ashley Jonas.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction
The Visitor
Gretchen Hammond had finished a tough day on the farm. She had help, but on many days, it was still overwhelming. Having a three-and-a-half-year-old did not make running the small farm any easier. After dinner, then getting little Henry to bed, doing the dishes and straightening up, she sat down for seemingly the first time since rolling out of bed just before sunrise.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction
Waiting for Cake
The rain was beginning to fall outside the kitchen window. The roll of the thunder was muted, but she caught the occasional flashes of distant lightning. It had been raining on and off all day, but nothing could dampen her spirits. Not on this day. She’d been waiting for this day for more than two years.
By L. Lane Bailey3 years ago in Fiction