Day two of our adventure and it seems we have made a friend. So much so that this little fella will be making a cameo appearance in my new novel that is currently being written. Everybody, meet Barney. Barney, this is everybody. I know, I know. This is supposed to be erotic for Wicked Wednesday and most of you just won't get the connection yet. Well, first part of The Farms of Gray Wolf is going to be posted on Amazon for April 1, and then you just might understand. Until then, just know that he's a cool lil dude.
"Jake, I have an idea." Jake felt his stomach drop on hearing the voice and these words. He turned to confirm it was Vance Vincent coming down the hall towards him. "Your ideas aren't usually good ones; you do know this." Vance ran a hand through his puff of brown hair standing up as though not touched after rolling out of bed. "You mean the cliffside car scene?" "Where the insurance drilled us after the car exploded at the bottom, yeah. There's that one, or the one with Melanie suspended over the staircase, or how about the cheap lights surrounding a king bed?" His eyes rolled upwards before Vance found a response. "Okay, true. This is nothing like those at all." Jake glanced into his office, already longing to escape and [Read more...]
Author's note: This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is "Whispers"...and I must apologize as I went a little longer with this than the limit of 1200 words. Being I started at 2300 words after the first draft...I don't think I can cut anymore of it. “You blew off your stories of supers?” Gray crossed his arms and glared at me. “You bring us back and then just let us sit here while you go off and travel all over the world while we…” “Gray, Windsor.” Apple tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to her. “What?” “He only went to Windsor, Ontario. Not a world destination.” “Just a moment.” He held up a finger for me to wait. He whispered as if I wouldn’t hear him, “He needs guilt for not writing more about us.” The redhead drew in [Read more...]
Author's note...part two of a new series, Among Gods. Part one is here. This week's Wicked Wednesday is based on a piece of music. When hearing strings, I always think of the bass, so that left me with two options...Tony Levin or Geddy Lee? Normally, there would be no contest except that the music of Rush didn't seem appropriate here. ...press play Paul grinned and pointed at the instrument in the corner. "They call that the Chapman Stick." The stringed instrument was merely the neck of a guitar with a multitude of strings along its dark ironwood body. Calli cocked her head to one side and looked at the instrument. "Can't say I've heard of it." "Of course you haven't. It doesn't show up until the late 20th Century." His [Read more...]
Author's note: this week's Wicked Wednesday meme is to write a tale of erotica based on something that happened on Titanic...um, yeah, but... "Calli, this is going to be much too cold." "But we can heat it the fuck up." She grinned up at him. "Chicken? Paul, are you chicken?" Unbuttoning her coat, she dropped it from her shoulders into a pile of snow. Her naked athletic physique caught shine from the sunlight above and reflected off the blues and whites of snow below. Her naked hips moved with rhythm and grace, leading her towards a wall of white. She was as tall as he was with a similar shade of black curls, albeit much longer down her pale skinned back. "Oh, you are so beautiful and brave," Paul said with a grin as he [Read more...]
Author's note: ...and, we're back. We all thought, with all the celebrity deaths and the idiocy of Brexit and Trump, that 2016 was a bad year. We had no idea. Anyone watching our host, Marie Rebelle's, Twitter feed knows what she's going through...and our thoughts are often with her. We've had a similar first half to 2017, albeit not as extreme. My father has had two surgeries so far, one being of the major cancer variety; Laura, my wife's father has had a recent severe setback in his battle with dimension and hearing loss; and Laura herself has been out of work for a while now. Thus the stress levels have been high, and this is my excuse for not writing at my typical clip. As such, today this excuse gets kicked to the curb. These books [Read more...]
Steam lifted off the darkened street as cars passed through puddles. The streetlights offered spots of light between the deluge and the wind. The full-length windows muted the sound of cars skidding past below. Kent stared into the darkest part of his reflection to look outside. The fluorescent lighting in the hall made it difficult to see much out there. He stood in his blue uniform with his first name embroidered on his right chest with a broom over his shoulder. No one would mistake him for a soldier carrying a rifle, but he still smiled at the thought. A car sprayed water on the sidewalk causing nearby pedestrians to scatter away from the edge. Kent chuckled and returned to his hall trek. He began whistling "If I Only Had a Brain" [Read more...]
Author's note: It's been awhile since I've offered a new series here, and after a few weeks off it is about time I returned with a Wicked Wednesday post. This is the first part of a new project I'm calling "Black Rings". Based on my notes, this one may go for a while. For the record, the last time I said something like that was the beginning of Savannah. This could be fun. She walked towards him from the club's bar area. A grin crossed her lips as she thought he looked perfect for the thoughts of erotica that her mind was basking in. He sat with his eyes transfixed on a ring on his right hand. A leather coat was open showing a dark button-down collar shirt beneath it. His graying, brown hair flickered with colour from the stage lights [Read more...]