Veronique Tempest was her name. At least, that was the name most around this place knew her by. It had seemed a name that would bring thoughts of erotica to the minds of those hearing it. Her first want, to dance at the Bee-Bee Burlesque Club, would have demanded such a name. And she had a great time dancing there until the day Xavier "discovered" her. He came to her with his perfect smile, perfect physique, and simply too much money for her to not accept his offer to work at Calypso's. With such thoughts, she would have used finger quotes, but it might have caused the gentleman currently pounding her pussy pause. Her brown eyes squinted up at him as the only sign her thoughts were not on his actions. "Pounded" was the wrong [Read more...]
With how many threesome stories I've written, it should be easy to come up with something new, right? I mean, in the swingers' lifestyle, these things are bloody near common. However, I've been bad. I have a new Skelly Manor short releasing on Amazon today and a new novel, Darwin's Sword - Savannah Book Two, out next month. So I may be a touch busy. Lovely Marie Rebelle took my suggestion for a prompt, and here I sit in a New York City hotel room trying to come up with a story about threesomes. Well, it is now 10:23 AM EST, and we have a lunch reservation for 11:30 AM, followed by a miserable day on Broadway seeing Bruce Willis in Misery for a matinee, and Les Miserables for an evening performance. Yesterday, no chance to write [Read more...]
Hi there. I've dragged my heels on this awhile now and felt it was finally time to throw this up. Besides, if the first book taught me anything it is that I work better with deadlines in place to reach for. Without further adieu, my second full-length release is nearly ready to roll out. This one has not taken as long as the first and, prior to editing, it was long enough that I have broken it into multiple parts. Without further adieu, I give you the Books of Savannah: Book One - Just Prey Released February 10, 2015 The first short stories that formed the skeleton of Just Prey appeared on these very blog pages in the summer of 2013. I was on vacation in my hometown of Calgary attending the Stampede when I decided this [Read more...]
Press play... "Porn is from Satan!" Elizabeth Bellows spat the words and wagged a finger in front of Brenda's face. Brenda had trouble but succeeded in keeping a straight face. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Mrs. Bellows, but the Regina Pictures company is the only sponsorship offer we've received." "You young people just don't understand. We can't allow them to do this." Brenda sighed. "Mrs. Bellows, we can't afford to be choosy. Besides, Regina Pix has a reputation for pulling women off the streets and treating them well." "They do?" Pulling a sheet of paper from her briefcase, Brenda laid it in front of the 98-year-old woman. "This report shows that they have pulled women out of the hands of abusive pimps and gotten [Read more...]
Skelly Manor, on the initial release of the first five short stories, used stock covers from Amazon. Nothing wrong with that, but figured it was about time I corrected that. Spent some time updating the covers in anticipation of the sixth short story...yes, there will be a sixth...and seventh...and already planning the tenth, as a matter of fact. As for the originals, in order of release, here we go: And now we have the newest edition, available Feb 10, 2016, but already available for pre-orders: Yes, there was a flaw in the Kootenay Thaw cover when I'm posting this...it was the fourth. Should be corrected as soon as Amazon accepts my corrected cover.
Press play... Brenda Knott's eyes found the clock before they rolled back down to the two fingers of whiskey in the cup on the table. "I promised I wasn't going to do this." Lifting the cup to her lips, she threw her head back to take the liquid in one splash and caused her straight brunette ponytail to spray out behind her like a fan. "Nothing wrong with drinking before seven in the morning, Gwen. Makes you a pirate, not an alcoholic." "Got that off Facebook, didn't you?" He grinned as his brown eyes studied her face. "Is Gwen your real name?" Brenda only mouthed her answer, "No." Listening to the background music that began to rise, Brenda felt Supertramp was perhaps the oddest seduction music any hookup mate she met [Read more...]
Being Darwin's Sword - Savannah Book Two is near completion in content (not editing, unfortunately)...and now having seen Star Wars: The Force Awakens twice...think I'm feeling a shift with Savannah that I had not acknowledged. The original intent was to cross erotica with sci/fi but, with Darwin's Sword, it feels more like space opera now...on a much wider scale than I initially set this out. No...not the cover of the new book. To the right is me just playing with ideas, although that picture did inspire a recent additional chapter to the book. The definition of space opera is a touch vague but always seems to center on space warfare and melodrama...but Star Trek is space opera and the television series were never truly centered on [Read more...]
It hit the ceiling, I swear it did. I lay back in awe and watched it go straight up in the void of air as though in search of a target in the stucco above. Gravity gave it no nevermind as it went upwards, in search of...there was no target, though. It never has a target. It simply has aim. The aim...the purpose of this shot is mess. Whether it is to be showered on a body, get caught in hair, or something more nefarious...it wants to mess with whatever it lands upon. Perhaps triggered by my hand alone, or by another's hand in company, it rockets out in search of its non-existent fantasy target. That target...the one it craves to coat. Protection from it we seek in sheaths of rubber to wrap that which shoots it, or adding drugs to [Read more...]