Working Hard for the Summer

Ah, summer.  How do I love thee?  Mmmmmm, it’s already become a summer of hot, steamy romance on my end with a new paramour who keeps me well… satisfied.  It’s become something of a minor distraction from writing, but they also write and we’re working hard to motivate each other to get some more stories out.  But I have to admit, taking a long hike yesterday along a lonely mountaintop overlook led to some naughty outdoor fun that was much more enjoyable then writing could be.  Other than the rattlesnakes, which we almost stepped on, but luckily they were sluggish and still waking up in the sunlight and didn’t really respond to our presence (we, of course, freaked right out when we realized how close to our bare legs and ankles they were *lol*).

Multiple new stories have been released in the past few days, so check  out my profile on Amazon or Smashwords.  The latest edition of the Dark Forest series, called Holding the Harpy, was published, along with a couple of new shorts.  Ms. Miller’s Late Conference is the story of a school teacher whose meeting with a male parent turns into more than she dreamed… and all she ever wanted.  And The Lady’s Needs is my first awkward attempt at a period piece, set in the Victorian era as a married woman learns the truth about her husband and now must find ways to fulfill her own needs.

A summer of reading… and love… what more could you ask for?

The Dark Forest, Book IV – Dreaming the Dryad

If anyone is interested, book IV of the Dark Forest series is now out and available on Smashwords, and Amazon, and eventually other fine retailers.  Continuing the tales of our various adventurers as they band together to assail the witches whose lair is located deep under the foreboding trees of the forest that lies near their village.

Dreaming the Dryad

Dreams can become realities…

Cowen wants to live. Everything had gone wrong since they entered the bleak dark forest, and now the witches have unleashed a great beast that has killed nearly all of the men, including – he suspects – his own son Stephen. Alone and lost in the forest, he seeks solace and rest in a meadow by an unnamed lake, determined to find his way home when he wakes. But when she comes, a strange woman with pretty almond eyes, will he be able to resist the waking dream he has stumbled into and make his way back to hearth and wife, or will he succumb to her beauty and charms and tumble into her waiting arms?

He reached a thinning line of trees that bordered a large lake. The light was the full moon, now pregnant and pale overhead, lighting up the water with its silvery glow. There was a swath of green grass perhaps thirty strides long from his vantage point to the water, broken only by one massive, ancient elm tree. The bark sparkled with silvery green specks of light under the gaze of the moon goddess above.

“Thank you blessed mother,” the murmured, glancing up at the bright circle in the heavens. He limped down to the water’s edge and knelt, cupping a handful of liquid quicksilver and taking a few sips to quench his parched throat. He wet his hair, shivering with the chill of the evening air and strode slowly back to the elm tree.

He eased his aching frame to the ground, pressing his back against the firm, comforting bark. From one of his pockets he pulled out a hunk of brown bread, hard crusted but still soft on the inside. He broke it into small pieces as he ate, chewing slowly, until his belly felt better. He was far from full, but for the moment he felt safe and without any pressing concerns beyond that of letting his tired legs rest for a while. He would continue searching for safety and shelter soon enough.



3rd Times the Charm

When I began my long cold winter of discontent, I was in the midst of several dozen stories.  I had works in progress ranging from the already blogged about “Seduced” (currently at fine e-retailers like Amazon and Smashwords), to a story about a slave girl set in a fictional fantasy world (ripped from the brilliant mind of Robert E. Howard and his Conan series).  So I’ve been able to rapidly get back on my feet and finish up a few of the more polished works for publication.

The third one that went up this week is called Turning Tables (also available at AMAZON or SMASHWORDS).  I had originally intended this for publication in a compilation of crime-related stories another author was producing, but I went into my cave of hiding and don’t believe it ever got submitted.  It’s a lovely work if I do say so myself, and I’m rather proud of the literary qualities of this particular piece of erotica.


Turning Tables

What happens if the client you are trying to get off, gets you off instead?

Eve wants to make a name for herself. One of the youngest members of the public defenders office, she drew the lucky straw to defend Raymond James, notorious mobster, thief, reported murderer… and now accused rapist. She enters her first strategy meeting with him full of confidence and self-assurance, but Ray is much more man that he appears. It doesn’t take long for the rolls to be reversed, and the lawyer to lose control. What Raymond James wants, Raymond James will take, and not even Eve will be able to stop him, even if she wanted to.

Raymond James sits across from me, staring at the scratched and stained lime green table between us. He is much older than I had expected, his hair more white than grey, the lines in his face deep creases. Still, I can see how handsome he must have been when he was younger. When he was known as the “Don Juan” of Little Italy.

“You know why I’m here, Mr. James.”

He looks at me for the first time, and his eyes are a deep, delicious blue. His eyes are young, his eyes penetrate you, and I would swear they twinkle if eyes could really do such a thing.

“I’m sure you’ll fill in all the details.”

“I’m your lawyer, Mr. James, appointed to you by the court.”

He lets those pretty blue eyes slip down my neck and over my chest. He does this on purpose, attempting to elicit a response from me, annoy me, perhaps frighten me. He fails.



Motivation is fleeting.  It comes from many sources, and you have to use them when they are in place, or face losing them and having to find a new one.  I admit, I was not motivated much during the past year.  Divorce and major changes in your life has a way of playing Debbie Downer with your soul, leaving you unable to do the things you SHOULD do and LOVE to do, but which you also know require WORK and EFFORT.  Writing is like that for me.  It’s work, it’s effort, it’s at times almost drudgery… and yet I love it, I love formulating a great phrase, creating a memorable character.

So this past week I’ve been very motivated.  I’ve gone through old half written stories or nearly finished ones and tidied them up, added to them, and finished a few. I’ve always been a fan of working on multiple stories at once.  It gives me a chance to change things up and work on something different and fresh, because after a few days or weeks of seeing the same words and same characters… well, you start to get a little tired of it.  Short stories are certainly easier as well, since you don’t have to work on them as long.

I’ve already published two new stories, one of which I posted here.  Today the third has gone live, and I’m very proud of this one because the short scene I wrote was the catalyst for the story and character in Showing Off.  Some of the elements are already in place here – a spurned woman (this time still married); a hot stranger; the way her “tingle” talks to her; a little background humor; and of course, hot hot HOT sex.  Enjoy!  You can find it at Amazon or Smashwords (soon to be at B&N and other fine retailers for e-download).



Some men simply won’t be resisted…

Life was supposed to be perfect for Kaitlin. Her husband provided her with a gorgeous house, a nice car, exotic vacations… everything she thought she wanted when she was younger. But what she doesn’t have is his passion, or the pleasure of his attention in the bedroom. She knows he spends what should be hers at the office on his secretary. Spurned once more, she turns her frustrations towards a local bar, where a chance meeting with a handsome Irish rogue could be just the balm she needs to soothe her wounded pride, and ease her aching needs.

Tonight I pull on a fresh pair of more conservative undies and a matching bra, then a knee-length brown skirt and white blouse. A pair of pumps completes the outfit, then a little powder for the cheeks, fix up the mascara, pull my auburn hair back in a ponytail, and I grab my purse, cell phone and keys and head out the door. There is no particular destination in mind, just a desire to get out for once without family or husband and enjoy a quiet evening alone, have a drink.

I drive slowly around the back roads near home for a while, letting the tires roll where they want to go. By now the tingling below has stopped, and I feel barren and empty, and very tired. My wheels and I truck along, rolling down the steep hill on Main Street to the stop light. Before I clear town by heading under the train tracks and out past the diner, I notice the bar on the corner to my right. I turn up the side street to find a parking spot, then walk my tired ass back down the short hill and enter, the jingle of the bell over the door greeting me.



Another Long, Long Hiatus

It’s so easy to not do something.  There’s so much going on in life, from the needs of our kids, to work, to the holidays.  On top of all that, I had to plan and execute a move, take care of some minor medical issues, and get through what has been the most brutally cold winter in ages, followed by a rainy spring with floods and sink holes.  Next up:  earthquakes and locusts!

I write romance and smut.  Mostly smut, the romance doesn’t seem to be selling these days.  And that’s OK with me, I enjoy writing.  But once I stopped to “catch my breath” and deal with life, it was damned hard to start again, even when I knew I had plenty of time to do so.  It takes effort to sit in front of the computer and do anything other than read the news, chat with friends, look up dating profiles (Spring is here, and like most folks sex is playing a strong role in the back side of my brain right now).  I encourage you to not take more than a few days off at a time. Once a week, then two, have passed… pretty soon six months has gone down the tubes, and your profits have all dried up because you’re not churning out new works.

With all that said, it’s with pleasure I’ve released my latest short story today.  Returning a little to my roots in erotica as a… ahem… person with a very kinky mindset, here’s my new title, which you can find on Amazon or on Smashwords (and eventually Barnes and Noble and other fine retailers).


Can the vows she has taken overcome the pull of her past?

Sister Sarah is the youngest and newest member of the convent. But she’s a nun with a checkered pasts, and secrets that still haunt her. Secrets that tempt her. Secrets that take hold of her and guide her into the waiting arms of her older mentor, Sister Mary. A moment of weakness during her daily duties leads to an evening of exploration in her chambers. And Mary is going to want more… much more… from her young protege.

“It might help you sleep if you relax for a bit. Let me help you.” Before Sarah could protest, Mary had placed her arm around Sarah’s shoulders. She pulled Sarah against her and began stroking her long black hair.

“Such a pretty girl you are. I’ll bet you had all the boys running around you before you took your vows.”

“Yes,” Sarah replied softly. “They all wanted… wanted…”

“Sex. They all wanted sex of course.”


Sister Sarah's Sinful Secrets

Following the Fairy – Book Three of the Dark Forest Series

Saturday Smut.

Book three is done!  I’ve decided to make this a seven story arch, and make the final, penultimate story a bit longer than the rest.  Here’s the latest:

Following the Fairy on Amazon

Following the Fairy on Smashwords

The forest is full of unexpected pleasures…

Marilene is an older woman who has been used and cast aside by Stephen, the miller’s son, a man who has left a trail of women in his wake. Alone in the forest, she is discovered by a fairy, who takes her deeper into the woods to a secret grotto where he and his lover like to play. And now they want Marilene to join them. Will she succumb to their beautiful charms, or return to her life in the village and her hatred of Stephen?

Taming the Troll – Book Two of the Dark Forest Series

I’m loving writing erotic fantasy, more than I expected!  Not since I did the Confessions of an IT Stud series have I had this much fun.  Book two is now up and ready to download and enjoy!

Taming the Troll on Amazon

Taming the Troll on Smashwords


Aislinn knows that no one in the village is better with a bow than she is. So she finds it ridiculous when she is left behind as they begin their efforts to sweep the dark forest clean of the evil creatures that have been preying on the members of her village and stealing their children. All because she is a woman. As soon as she can, she sneaks away with her bow and arrows to join them. But when she comes across a pack of trolls, she soon is captured. Now she is alone with a troll, and it’s clear that eating her isn’t the only thing that’s on his mind.


New Series of books starts… today!

I got a wild hair up my ass about all the dinosaur porn that seems to be the “it” thing right now on Amazon.  OK, so frankly I’m not interested in writing about dino/human sexual relationships.  But what I did find really hot was the idea of humans and mythological creatures.  Especially fairies, elves, trolls, pixies and the like.  I imagined a forest full of these creatures and the people who live near it and how they all interact.

Today, the first of this new series of inter-species sexual relations goes live.  Pursuing the Pixie is up on Amazon and Smashwords and available for download.  Already the reviews are trickling in, and it seems to be well received so far.  Please check it out and get yourself a copy soon!

Here’s the first cover (book two will be “Taken by Trolls”):


Pursuing the Pixie

50 Word Wednesday – October 9, 2013

So the government is shut down.  What does that say about us as a nation?  About Congress as a whole?  About fracking and fractures and a society that thrives on commentary instead of facts, weighing decisions carefully.  What does it say about the Tea Party who seem to prefer burning the whole thing down rather then admitting they’ve lost a debate?  Lots and lots of questions, but frankly (sorry to you conservatives) this is the fault of the Republicans who have spent most of the last 5 years being the party of “no” instead of trying to work with the Democrats to govern.  They have blocked more nominations, held the government hostage more times, and basically want to cry about how the country is being ruined even as the economy is slowly improving (no thanks to their intransigent actions).  None of which has ANYTHING to do with smut, except the Republicans are more likely to be the party of “ban all porn”, and thus worthy of my scorn.

On to some 50 word sexiness!



I lay on the bed, my cunt throbbing in a hatefully delicious way as he stands over me, tossing a fifty onto the dresser. “I love you,” he says as he leaves.  He’s left his love upon my flesh, and I touch the fresh bruises, purple marks covering faded yellow.

Breaking Good

It had to end.  Granted, I didn’t realize how good a show it was until this past spring/summer.  I had watched the pilot episode of Breaking Bad and thought… “meh, I still think of him as Malcolm’s dad.”  And so I had ignored the entire run of the series until something, some off comment by a person or people online, convinced me to try again and watch a few more episodes, give it a chance.  Be aware that there will be spoilers in my post, so if you plan to go back and watch the series… don’t read on!

By episode four I was hooked.  I had never in my life seen a show so brilliantly written and acted.  Intense, edge of your seat, and yet enough moments of levity to keep you from feeling overwhelmed.  For the first three seasons, as Netflix allowed me to fly through them, I kept marveling how deftly they made us like a character who was on the razor edge of being a bastard and prick.  A good man with a very dark side.

He became a dark man.  Very dark.  By the end of the first half of season five, there was almost nothing left to root for.  His darkness had consumed him, turned him from a man trying desperately to build a legacy for his family before he died into a man so arrogant and egotistical that only he himself could rule the drug empire that surrounded him.  And anyone who opposed him or even tried to set him straight was worthy of death (loved you Mike, you deserved so much better than that by Walt).  Death surrounded him, and Walt seemed to enjoy killing a little more than he was letting on.

The only thing left to root for was that he would find his humanity again. And that was just enough to keep me coming back from more until the series finale, which was cathartic and fulfilling, and left me breathing deeply with admiration for the writers of this series.

That is ultimately what this post is about.  The writing.  Screenwriting is obviously very different than writing erotic fiction.  You have sixty minutes to set a stage and tell a story, or a chapter of a story in any case.  And Breaking Bad took risks like no other shows.  One entire episode about Walt cooking meth and trying to kill a fly that was “contaminating” his lab.  That show was nothing but a study in self-obsession and a desire for control, in the traits that would define Walt’s remaining career as a criminal mastermind, and it was brilliantly done.

What do we ultimately, as writers ourselves, learn from Breaking Bad?  What are our take aways?

  • Do not let your desire to make your main character sympathetic deter you from making them realistic.  We all loved Walter White and wanted him to succeed.  Ultimately he failed, and the seeds of his failure were shown to us in the first episodes, we simply didn’t recognize them then.  Hubris, obsessive need for control, cajoling and humiliating – manipulating – those around him into buying into his dream.  And he did this right through the end, it just became more and more obvious to us that this was his flaw, not his strength.
  • Tragedy is not a bad thing.  Shakespeare did it best perhaps, but for a television show, Breaking Bad was as Shakespearean as it gets.  There are the main characters who suffer and suffer and suffer, and in the end do not win but end up alone and/or dead.  Then there are the side characters, the players around whom the plot coalesces and changes the views and goals of our main characters, the Gus’ and the Mikes.  And there is the comic relief to help ease tensions when it’s all too much, the Badgers and Skinny Pete’s.  And sometimes there’s the redeemed hero, the one who escapes the play and maybe you can hope will have a better life (go Jesse!).
  • Deus ex machina can work if properly done.  There were several times in the series where Walt was in a seemingly untenable situation, and none more so than the last episode when he’s sitting in a snow covered car, the lights of police cruisers reflecting off his face, and trying to hotwire it so he can get back to Arizona.  Clearly he has no clue how to do so.  A brief prayer to… god?… the universe?… and when he reaches up to the sunshade, the keys fall down into his lap.  The lights from the police cars move on, and Walt starts up the engine.  But instead of feeling contrived, a convenient answer, it felt… right.  So don’t shy away from using a seemingly random occurrence to get your character from point A to point B, but keep them subtle and small, within the realms of reality.
  • Love won’t conquer all, but you damn sure will keep loving someone even if they’ve abused you endlessly.  There’s no doubt Skylar still loves Walt after all he did to her and the family.  It’s written on her face in the final episode when he admits he didn’t do it for the family, he did it for himself, he did it because he liked it and was good at it.  That’s love… that’s the essence right there of what love means, people.  It doesn’t mean just flowers and candy, it can mean pain and anguish, too.  People truly do love their abusers.  If those two actors don’t win Emmy’s for their performance in that final episode, it’s a shame that will never be forgiven.
  • “Can a play show us the very truth and nature of love?” the queen asked in Shakespeare in Love.  Yes… it can.  And it’s not always pretty and it doesn’t always end well, for that is loves truth and its curse.  Love stinks… yeah, yeah.
  • Flashbacks work on television.  They work in writing as well, so don’t be afraid to add in a memory or reflection on past events that may not have been referred to before.  We as people are constantly remembering the past and our future is based on our experiences.  Your characters should refer to their past as well, it will guide them and help explain why they do what they do.

Ultimately Breaking Bad is a triumph of amazing writing.  And that’s what we are all here for, to be amazing writers.  To be good writers.