Too Late! Really enjoyed playing on Facebook this evening with the Savannah release event for "Just Prey - Savannah Book One" However, something came from this that I must share...in fact, two projects I am happy to announce...the first of which my long time readers may recognize the reference... ...the second of which, though a working cover, please child...you knew it was inevitable .
I did mention that this blog would be doing a quick-change, no? Likely be back to short fiction for Wicked Wednesday next week, but this week seemed right for something different. Three days from this posting will be the release of my first novel on Kindle: Just Prey – Savannah Book One. My longtime readers will recall Savannah. For those of you that are new to these pages…first off, welcome and thank you for reading…second, perhaps an introduction to Savannah is in order. Savannah is an Emmi warrior that was sent to Earth. Her mission is to make contact with The Predator, whom has been deep under cover since the latter half of the 19th Century. When that connection is made, eviction is to begin. On Savannah’s arrival, however, [Read more...]
This was not an easy piece to write...however, as one of my favourite quotes from the 2009 J.J. Abrams reboot of Star Trek goes: "What is necessary is never unwise." - Sarek Hi there. My name is Chris and I am a writer. All together now, "HI CHRIS!" It took longer to get to this point than expected...but here we are. Two weeks from last night, my first novel will be released on Kindle. Just Prey - Savannah Book One (Facebook event is here...and there will be prizes) will be out just in time for Valentine's Day. Of course, that's coincidence. I'd never actually do of such a thing a thing on purpose. That said, please feel free to pre-order by clicking on the right hand cover seen on the right panel of this page. [Read more...]
Author's note: Suppose I should mention that this is part four of Miss Direction. Bobbi felt the warmth of it on her tongue before the tart taste sensation followed. With grunts and both of his hands grasping behind her head in an effort to push deeper, his enjoyment was obvious. But what was his name? His tiny erection, Bobbi assumed, was why he had first tried to hire her. Henceforth, her mind would forever know him as Tiny. And tiny as Tiny was, his supply of cum was impressive. A second assumption was that Tiny was married, unless the wedding band on his left hand was some sort of spy disguise. Laying between his legs, her bare breasts brushed his thighs as she slid her mouth up his cock. Her black skirt, stockings, and knee-high [Read more...]
"Yes, mother." Devlin Glass slammed down the phone. Most would not have recognized this phone. It still had the curly cord wrapped in black rubber to match the black cradle. Devlin was ready for the evening's activities. Already in uniform, his skin-tight onesie was a mixture of brown and green blurred together and giving the illusion of ooze while also offering him a well-hung look. One news outlet had credited him with creating a new colour that they called "refried green"." The apartment itself was sparse. All the furniture, from the wooden office chair he sat in, to the grey metal desk with wooden top, to the twin mattress laying on the floor in the corner were bought at the local community recycling store. The only things in [Read more...]
"Fuck, this is not good!" Bobbi screamed as she crawled down the ladder. Her jeans, being as long as they were, had almost caused her to fall a few times so far. Shivers ran through her, but there were no options to go back for coats. "Yeah, but better safe than sorry," Lace called down to her from a few rungs above. "Just be thankful Roy was out, or we'd really be screwed." "This isn't a real fire!" Bobbi stopped in an attempt to appear defiant but was nearly rewarded with a footprint on her forehead. "It can't be. I mean, what if they find my costumes?" "Costume? Your only fucking costume is a masquerade mask! At least you're not in a mini skirt and hoping no dude looks up." Bobbi looked up and laughed. "You win." "I think [Read more...]
Bobbi tried to remember who had given her the key. She held it, stared at it with her baby blues, felt it between fingers and lips...but nothing. The woman had strength, beauty and a number of unique abilities...but a memory like a goalie for the Chicago Blizzard. And that goalie, a man named "Chico" Robinson, was one Bobbi found very hot regardless of the fact his defence regularly hung him out to dry. Super heroine, or not, she was a puck bunny. That said, it was time to get dressed. Crime in this city was not going to fight itself...at least not in a way that would actually assist her. Her room was one that princesses would have envied. A mahogany four-poster king bed dominated the room with burgundy sheets of silk and matching [Read more...]