The Tony Harris Coffee Break collection is a series of short stories centred around Tony’s visits to the Coffee Drop for a flat white of a morning. The series was inspired by the fun atmosphere that is evident in the shop, probably because of the excellent flat white they serve there. The collection includes ‘Hummusexual’ and ‘3:01’.
This series, Tony Harris, holds the answers to all of those questions.
The Trials of Tony Harris: Interlude in Connecticut 1
Interlude in Connecticut 1 is the first installment in a series of book titled The Trials of Tony Harris. It details the arrival from Dublin, Ireland, of Tony Harris in Stamford CT to take up a temporary post at the offices of Ellis Design, a boutique architectural and design studio. The reasons for his posting to the USA are spurious at best. Will he work out what is really behind his exile? Will he settle in to life in a different country? Will he be able to ignore the plethora of young ladies that fall at his feet?
The Trials of Tony Harris: Interlude in Connecticut 2
Tony Harris is from Dublin, Ireland. Exiled to Stamford Connecticut, he searches for reasons why. Seeking solace in his work and in the hearts of the plethora of ladies that cross his path.
The Trials of Tony Harris: Interlude in Connecticut 3
Episode Three in the series, The Trials of Tony Harris. Tony finds more woman trouble as not everything appears as it might seem on the surface. Will Sabrina save the day?
The Trials of Tony Harris: Interlude in Connecticut 4
Tony Harris is from Dublin, Ireland. Exiled to Stamford Connecticut, he searches for reasons why. Seeking solace in his work and in the hearts of the plethora of ladies that cross his path. Susan seeks counsel that she doesn’t realise she needs. Tony inherits a BMW
The Trials of Tony Harris: Interlude in Connecticut 5
Tony Harris from Dublin, Ireland has been sent to Stamford CT to take up a temporary post at the offices of Ellis Design, a boutique architectural and design studio. The reasons for his posting to the USA are spurious at best. Will he work out what is really behind his exile? Will he settle in to life in a different country? Will he be able to ignore the plethora of young ladies that fall at his feet? Jennifer steals his heart as Jules needs some help.
The Trials of Tony Harris: Interlude in Connecticut 6
Tony Harris is from Dublin, Ireland. Exiled to Stamford Connecticut, he searches for reasons why. Seeking solace in his work and in the hearts of the plethora of ladies that cross his path. Jules seeks counsel, Tony meets Jennifer.
The Trials of Tony Harris: Interlude in Connecticut 7
Tony Harris is from Dublin, Ireland. Exiled to Stamford Connecticut, he searches for reasons why. Seeking solace in his work and in the hearts of the plethora of ladies that cross his path. Tony treats Jennifer, Doug makes a move and Tony reaches into his past to seek help from Peter. Will it be a happy ending or will fate intervene?
“How did your meeting with Lindsay go, Tony?” Lillian asked over the phone. “It was difficult, Lillian,” I said. “In truth, I was just millimetres away from enveloping her in my soul.”
I went through the front door in the hope of seeing Natalie but instead I interrupted a glad-handing exercise taking place at reception between, Cadden, Raffles and a tall, thin man wearing a long dark navy coat.
Tony Harris arrived in Stamford Connecticut, USA, exiled there by a ruthless boss with instructions not to divulge any details about his previous life. A million questions went unanswered, who he is, what he is, where did he come from, what was his background and many many more. This series, Tony Harris, holds the answers to all of those questions.
BOOK 1 of 19
Tony Harris arrives at the home of Ruth James and gets an education that he could never put a price on.
The next morning I woke at six with a fuzzy head. Melissa was fast asleep beside me. We were both naked and I eased myself out of bed as I headed for the bathroom.
Having lounged in bed following an intense hour of lovemaking, we had to hustle to get to our courses. We travelled together and arrived just as classes began for the day.
Jenna sat quietly in the car as we travelled to my apartment. She stroked my leg as I drove, sending sparks of electricity straight to my penis and I feared that it was impossible for her to avoid noticing the rather large bulge in my trousers.
My phone dinged a text somewhere on the carpet of the bedroom. I reached out to get my trousers from the floor and removed the phone from my pocket. Eight texts, seven of which I didn’t hear coming in.