http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php en richard@flowsa.com Copyright 2011 2011-01-08T12:29:00+02:00 http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/send_and_receive_chapter_1/ http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/send_and_receive_chapter_1/#When:12:29:00Z Angie Wilson twirled her wine glass as she glanced at the faces around her. Everyone looked either suitably solemn, or suitably sad. She hoped her face was schooled into the suitably solemn mould, because she certainly didn’t feel sad. Perhaps that made her a bad person, Angie thought, but you couldn’t make yourself feel sad when you didn’t feel sad. Could you? Even though she had just come from her great-aunt’s funeral. Book Excerpts 2011-01-08T12:29:00+02:00 http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/watch_a_novel_grow_chapter_2/ http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/watch_a_novel_grow_chapter_2/#When:14:29:00Z Read Chapter Two of Watch a Novel Grow Book Excerpts 2009-12-30T14:29:00+02:00 http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/newsletter/ http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/newsletter/#When:11:23:00Z 2009-10-28T11:23:00+02:00 http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/watch_a_novel_grow_chapter_1/ http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/watch_a_novel_grow_chapter_1/#When:12:56:00Z My heroine meets the man who is destined to change her life for ever… but is he the one? Book Excerpts 2009-09-30T12:56:00+02:00 http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/my_ideal_guy/ http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/my_ideal_guy/#When:09:39:00Z My Ideal Guy is Debbie Pittel’s submission to the assignment in the free module of The Guide to Writing Romantic Fiction. Write 500 - 1000 words on your first love. You might choose to focus on the beginning, middle or end of your own romance. You can write in the first or third person. If you haven’t a love experience that inspires you, imagine the one you would love to have. Short Stories 2009-09-28T09:39:00+02:00 http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/twirls_of_red/ http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/twirls_of_red/#When:06:13:00Z Twirls of Red is Gillian Gilbride’s submission for the optional exercise, Try it for yourself: Write a Love Story,  in the free module of The Guide to Writing Romance. Short Stories 2009-09-26T06:13:00+02:00 http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/home_is_where_the_heart_is/ http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/home_is_where_the_heart_is/#When:05:46:00Z Home Is Where The Heart Is by Debbie Pittel is the love story she submitted for the optional exercise in the free module of The Guide to Writing Romance. Short Stories 2009-09-26T05:46:00+02:00 http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/s/ http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/s/#When:13:10:00Z I found myself in bed with two women, and it changed my life. Erotic Short Stories 2009-05-14T13:10:00+02:00 http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/a_distant_love/ http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/a_distant_love/#When:17:00:00Z Godzilla stood, as always - alone, aloof, commanding. Even the two old ladies in front of me were giving him the eye. I couldn’t blame them. He hadn’t changed that much since school except now he wore a long, black leather coat instead of a school blazer and had swapped his school shirt and tie for a black polo neck. His jeans were black too (almost the colour of his hair), making him look even taller than he really was. One thing had changed since school: unbelievably, he looked even more gorgeous – and he knew it! Short Stories 2009-04-10T17:00:00+02:00 http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/goodbye/ http://www.allaboutlove.net/index.php/love-stories/entry/goodbye/#When:06:02:00Z I’m sure even Shah Jahan wouldn’t have felt as excited, had Mumtaz risen from the dead, as I was when I saw him. Imagine meeting him after all these years at the Taj Mahal, symbol of eternal love. For a moment my heart raced like a teenager’s, faster than the car I drive on the LA freeway. I felt as though I were walking on a cloud like in the old hindi movies, where the girl glides across the heavens in a white dress. Short Stories 2009-03-06T06:02:00+02:00