All three ebooks, plus a story for the site, should be available in a few days. In the meantime, here's a description filled teaser from "The Candidate" to whet your appetite.
When Becky woke up, she was drenched in sweat. Did she turn the thermostat the wrong way, she wondered? She staggered out of bed, looking for the dial. It said the air conditioning was already on!
Hot flashes, Becky slowly realized. Just like her mother - she was around her age when they happened, too. She checked her watch. Four-thirty in the morning. No way she was getting back to sleep in this condition. Her silk pajamas were slick to the touch with sweat.
Becky shuffled towards shower. She eagerly stripped off the clingy, drenched pajamas and hopped in. Water at the coldest setting offered her some measure of relief, and she let out a deep sigh. Now that she was experiencing menopause, showering was often her favorite part of the day; it was a time to be impatiently anticipated before its arrival and gratefully savored in its duration.
As she rubbed soap all over her body, the wrinkles of her mouth deepened into a frown. While the water felt soothing, touching herself had reminded her just how much the thief of time had stolen from her. She had waited so long to finally grow beautiful breasts, but now they had already started to sag a little and lose their teardrop shape. The little muffin top roll she had neglected to beat back after pregnancy had swollen into a pot belly. It stuck out firmly, like she was three months pregnant again, and wouldn’t squish down even with the firmest of girdles or control top panties. She slapped the resilient, jutting fat with her hand. If only her breasts were so pert and unyielding, she lamented.