Wendy closed the cab door behind her and turned to look up the steps of her building. The building looked back with its non-descript door between the closed security garage doors of retail outlets on either side. Inside would be a straight run of stairs up three flights to her apartment at the back. The building stood guard over the shorter buildings around it at the corner of Bathurst and Bloor. There wasn't much up there for her tonight. She tapped her toe on the sidewalk and glanced around. There was a bottle of rum, an overstuffed pillow, and a night with Netflix if she turned the key now. Thoughts of watching the gorgeous, goofy redhead on Kimmy was appealing, but she didn't want to resign her evening to that just yet. A [Read more...]
Today is the day my final part of Skelly Manor was to be posted. The key term here is "was". The plan had been to hand the series off to Author Abby Aaron so she could continue with future stories. After co-authoring parts eight, nine, and now ten, she has bowed out and handed the series back to me. Abby has decided that erotica is not for her and, for the most part, given up on her pseudonym. I get that, as it isn't for everyone. I hope she will co-author with me again. This situation is a good thing as I've had a couple of ideas that could have worked as a new project, but they fit rather well into the existing Skelly universe. After the release of Midnight in the Stampede City on July 7, there will be a break. I have [Read more...]
Available as of this morning on Amazon Kindle. Director Jake is back, and things are once again bound to go wrong. If nothing else, Director Jake is good for some erotica and laughs. This one was a lot of fun to write and a nice drink of water between Savannah volumes. The short tale of Jake filming a new porn flick in a Vancouver dungeon. A dark, gothic space by day and a ruckus BDSM club by night. Crimson Drake opens the doors for Jake to use the space, and brings him into a world of unimaginable sights, sounds, and pleasures. How could this possibly go wrong? Amazon US Amazon UK & Ireland Amazon Canada Amazon Australia & New Zealand Amazon India
"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.