"Starship captain?" Her smile was wide and honest. "Yes." "A military vessel?" Demlin shrugged and pulled her hair gently until he found the right spot. "Precisely," she hissed. Her head moved back with each pull of her hair. "Well, Captain Linda, it is an honour to have you in my shop." He glanced at the mirror and briefly locked eyes with Linda's daughter, Marcy. Snip Three-inch strands of hair fell to the ground as passersby in the mall were unaware. Marcy pretended to flip through a magazine. Her eyes shot up and joined Devlin's with a don't you dare stare. Her brunette locks were next in line for Demlin to have his way with. With mother here, however, that was the only service she would be getting this [Read more...]
Nina smelled fear in the air. The crisp cold air carried it to her nostrils quickly, and she imagined this had to be what Leslie Nielsen felt in one of those Naked Gun films. A glance down at her rifle confirmed the paint-cartridge was cocked and fully loaded. It was one thing to ride Kevin, but it was quite another to blast the fuck out of him with red paint. Good thing he wore a mask. She glanced around the tree, but couldn't see him. Her ears had picked up movement over the ambient birds, breeze, and babbling brook, but nothing in sight. Her long blonde hair was tucked, uncomfortably, into the blue camouflage helmet. In fact, she was entirely decked out in what was likely the unsexiest outfit ever; loose-fitting blue fatigues. A [Read more...]
"Good morning, Wilma. What are we looking for today?" Demlin lifted the mass of wet blonde hair and caressed it. "I'm thinking page-boy this time." His brown eyes shot up to meet her blues in the mirror. "Really? That much?" His eyes returned to the hair. "Imagine the wig we're going to get out of this." "I want it donated, yes." "Thank you, but I'll never wear it." He pulled his fedora forward and winked at her through the mirror. That hat was his self-conscious question of whom would ever trust a bald hairstylist. His regulars, however, knowing his situation never blinked. Wilma laughed. "You know what I mean, silly." "Yes, and thank you." He grinned at her. Pushing his glasses back up his nose, he got in closer. [Read more...]
Just posted this little teaser on my author Facebook page, and let's take this as my announcement of the third part of Director Jake...Director Jake and the Great Korean Whorehouse that will release December 31. Of course, part two, Director Jake in the Dungeon of Crimson, is still three weeks out, but I'm having too much fun returning to the old Jake stories that I will be going back for a break after completing Savannah. This teaser also offers an update on the first Director Jake cover which...if Kindle is kind (being tomorrow is a Yankee holiday, I've no idea) will be what you see on Amazon by mid-week.
Author's note: This is an excerpt from Director Jake in the Dungeon of Crimson, which will be available on Kindle June 17. Sensual overload. I’m not sure how else to describe Crimson Drake’s party. I’ve never experienced anything remotely like it. There were bodies everywhere and, being the reporter that I am I feel the need to mention that none of them were dead. Quite the opposite, in fact. “Karine? Are you okay?” It was Jake asking me and even with his masque his blue eyes showed his concern. I think I jumped on hearing his voice as the scene had taken me almost like the fog of war. My ears were ringing from all the orgasmic moans around me just as they would if a grenade went off beside me. Pulling myself together, I [Read more...]
The cage moved. It swung forward and back, almost to the beat of the tune wafting in from the overhead speakers. It was four feet from the floor, and the audience gave it a wide radius to avoid injury. The first time this had happened, Kara had been rather concerned. It had swung causing her to lose balance and crash against the side of steel bars. The bruises were odd and, unlike when Jon flogged her, not at all pleasant. She had learned, however. Learned to keep her balance as the cage moved. Learned to dance and keep rhythm even as the scene might spin around her. Tonight the scene was as usual as this place ever got. "I'm going to fuck Emma tonight," Jon had told her. He had zipped up the back of her dress earlier and [Read more...]
Author's note: Marie Rebelle was kind enough to let me pick this week's Wicked Wednesday prompt. This is my third attempt to write this piece as inspired by music...which is something my writing is always inspired by. This week also holds special meaning for me as tomorrow (May 11) marks fifteen years since the passing of Douglas Adams (Towel Day is May 25...tell your friends!). My first attempt was using the music of Level 42, a band who's very name shows how Douglas inspired them. The next attempt used Pink Floyd, a band that inspired Douglas. Both pieces that, with some work, will show up on these pages later. But then I realized, there was only one song I can use for this: Press play... "I liked their porn." "Carson, watch [Read more...]