All rights to all works are reserved to me. This story was originally started on Kindle Vella. I am rewriting it and posting chapters as I go along. Thank you for hanging out with me. -JanJan Untamed Chapter One I should begin my crazy story on the date that I'd marked on my calendar to km. The two letters were written boldly and highlighted in neon yellow so that I wouldn’t forget. As if I could. KM stood for kill myself which I'd shortened in case my nosey family saw it an

(All Rights Reserved! No part of this story can be copied, shared, or reproduced in any shape or form without permission from the author and she said hell no.) I am what folks around here call slow. The word retarded was whispered behind my back since I was old enough to recognize it. The word was used so often that it became a part of me. It didn’t offend me or make me feel different. To me, it was another descriptive word, like short or tall. Being called slow didn’t burn

He doesn’t like the way she points out my faults. “My name’’s Leslie.” He reaches for my hand. “Leslie Michael Kelly. Don’t listen to Margot. She doesn’t take no for an answer. Me and her sister had a short run, but nothing came of it. I had visits from girls at the roadhouse since I’ve been here. They might have something to say about me. Ignore them. None of it was serious.” Why am I letting this womanizing convict hold my hand? And why does holding his hand feel so right t

Meanwhile, back on the chain gang, the red-headed man is doing some investigating of his own. He knew all he wanted to know about Margot. It was the other one who had his heart racing like the first time he fucked a girl. He had never felt this way before. “Sweets is a beautiful woman. Tell me about her.” “Leave the yellow girl alone. She’s trouble.” The man beside him wipes his forehead on his sleeve “Stay away from them both. They live in the boardin’ house.” “The one with

“Sweets.” Jamie gasps in shock. “Do you really think so little of me? That I would leave you with my babe in your belly? I would never do that to you.” I point to myself and the road out of town before I scribble on my pad. “Momma wants me to leave here one day. I want to leave and never look back.” “You are a very beautiful woman, Sweets.” He smiles. “If you leave here, you can marry whoever you want and have a family in good standing. Or you can stay here and be Sweets Monr

Hello! Thank you so much for reading Dirty White Boy. This post is to inform you that as a thank you, you will get to read Sugar Baby 2026 here before I list it for sale. I am not announcing this to everyone because the preview is for the readers who took a chance and subscribed first. Once the novella is finished,it will be available to read for three days. Don't worry. I will tell you in advance before I publish the story. Sugar Baby is a dark, age-gap, romance. Reader's di

The next day, Missus Patty’s husband meets me as I walk up the drive to the old plantation house. He is up to no good. I know it from the way he is smiling at me. “Do you like livin’ over in that whorehouse, Sweets? I saw you at your granny’s house yesterday when Della tried to move in. You show did grow up pretty. Too pretty to be so slow.” That’s what folks call me. They call me Sweets. Always have. No one bothers us at Mr. Slicks, I think to myself. It could be worse. I co

“Look at her, Momma.” Momma would hold me up and plead from her front yard. “She’s a beautiful baby. She never cries or fusses. Folks say she looks like you and Gram.” Grammy would go inside and close the door the way she always did. I remember one time in particular when I was around three Momma took me to see Gram. It was setting in that I would never talk. Kids younger than me were talking and singing and I had never made a sound. “Momma.” She pleaded. “Something isn’t rig

Some folks inherit land, jewelry, and money. I inherited Grammy and Momma’s place in the Dearborn household. Grammy and Momma were nannies and tutors. I was put to work in the kitchen when I was old enough to peel potatoes on account of me being mute. I wash laundry and clean slop pots. Grammy retired to her little house five years ago when she got too old to be useful to her precious Dearborns. Old Missus Sedonia Dearborn was retired around the same time as Grammy. Sedonia i

I have exciting news! On May 22, the first chapter of Dirty White Boy will be available to read for a monthly fee! Also on the calendar is a novella from my Sugar Baby series and the rewrite of Mercy from Kindle Vella! Join me on this new writing journey. New chapters will drop weekly! Choose a tier to start reading!