Limitless Skies

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Press play: Good morning. It seems I missed last week's Wicked Wednesday prompt to promote my writing projects. It is my own bloody fault, of course, or this would have been part of that. Currently working on three new writing projects, two of which I have already shared; those being "Director Jake and the Great Korean Whorehouse" and "A Cold Saddle - Short Stories on Calgary". As I get through this, I will introduce both the third and a fourth. The latter is not so much a writing project but will shake the very fabrics of this website. Starting with Director Jake, the third in his series, and there is hope to have this ready for New Year's Eve. In this one, Jake will meet Suki, a character created by my friend Mucky Sod, [Read more...]

Please, It’s Melody

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He heard her moans as he walked down the dark hall. He moved slowly with the carpet muting his footsteps. A louder pleasured scream came from the door at the end of the hall. The open door to his left allowed the noon sunlight to filter in. Glancing in revealed that room to be a full washroom with little toothbrushes and stains of fruity toothpaste around the sink. The towels hanging beside the window featured some character made of strawberries. A quieter moan filled the hall. His eyes turned to the end of the hall where the door was not fully closed, but a crack of light along the left showed it would be pushed open without restraint. Glancing at the walls, he saw the anonymous, seemingly happy family photos staring back at [Read more...]

A Blogiversay in Orange

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Press play... This week marks my fifth blogiversay and this piece was to be my normal call out to friends, other writers, and thanks to my readers. This had been a disturbing enough week, that I can't do that. From a week where many of us expected the outcome was going to go one way, it was turned on its ear Tuesday at about 10pm Eastern Time. Hearing the reports out of the United States since then, I am now afraid to travel there. I am going to the Space Coast Book Lovers event in June, but even that I am nervous about. One particular Facebook post I shared got push back from some saying what is happening this week is not the fault of the racist, misogynistic, sexist candidate that won the U.S. election this week. It feels [Read more...]

Nurse Gertrude Rolls Her Eyes

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Author's note: I have been having site difficulties lately, so some issues posting. This said, I am pleased to introduce a new series today, Nurse Gertrude. Allow me to dress the scene for you...we are in a home in Ralph, one of the lesser-known suburbs of Milwaukee, WI. Our characters stand in a living room with a massive fireplace crackling left and a fully stocked bar to the right. Two glasses of brown liquids sit on the bartop. Crystal Carruthers, daughter of toilet mogul Devlin Carruthers, wears a spaghetti strapped pink dress to her knees and her pageboy brunette hair keeps falling into her eyes. Blane May, quarterback for the Milwaukee Pylons, has just put his glass back on the bar and is blinking wildly as if something in his drink [Read more...]

Review of Ashley Lister’s “Raven and Skull”

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"Tell us about a time you nearly died, Tony." I met Ashley Lister at Eroticon 2014 in Bristol, UK. He was giving a lecture on using the basics of Joseph Campbell's "Hero's Journey" in romance and erotic writing. I was one of the faceless attendees that day and, as Mrs. Stranded and I often joke, the only one in the room with no accent. That Lister was hitting on the Campbell note, the same note that inspired one named Lucas to write "Star Wars", was one of the highlights of the conference for me. "Raven and Skull" is the first chance I have finally had to read one of Lister's work. Having been part of the conference at Eroticon, finding Lister writing in the horror realms was surprising. Honestly, I expected romance or [Read more...]

Shadows of the Primary Alpha

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It was the bruises that caught Kelvin’s attention. Even as he dressed in the shadows of 4 am, they were obvious. Candy had, again, been with her dom the night before and come home late. As usual, she had crawled into bed beside Kelvin without disturbing him. That he was sleeping under the influence of a large bottle of spiced rum made it unlikely much would have woken him, but it still seemed impressive to Kelvin to always find her morning reappearance. The extent of this morning’s hangover was feeling the gag reflex kick in as he tightened his necktie. In her haste, Candy had fallen asleep with her pale, naked pale skin on top of the chocolate brown king-sized duvet. Her brunette hair splayed out beneath her head across the white [Read more...]

Just the Girl On a Cold Night

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Author's note: This past week marks thirteen years since the passing of Robert Palmer. His music has inspired this piece. Evan waited with his fingers tapping on the dashboard. The evening was cold enough that those walking past the car breathed out white puffs of air. It was not yet cold enough to snow, but that would not be far behind. He didn't like waiting. Especially now as the car windows fogged up and there was nothing good on the radio. This was improper as she should be waiting for him. He was still the new guy to Meg, though. Meg's family and vanilla life kept getting in the way of their explorations, but they were dealing with the opportunities they had. Evan smiled. Meg was his now. Domestic Darryl, as Evan [Read more...]

Violent Love by P. Monroe – Guest Post

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Warning: this book contains hardcore bdsm, violence, anal sex and dubious consent. Intended only for readers 18 or older. If such content disturbs you, please don't buy this book. (But if you're like me and look for these warnings as an indication of what you're looking for, you have definitely come to the right place;) Cogan Since I was fourteen I've known what it is to be obsessed. I've spent my life breathing because of her. She's in my blood, my cells, my DNA. Nothing will stop me from claiming her. Not my pedo father, or her whore of a mother, not their sick employers. No one. Not even the society we live in and their stupid rules. I only follow mine, after all. Nothing stops me from getting what I want. And, once she turns nineteen? [Read more...]