CAUTION: This is a completely unbelievable, profane, fantasy romp. All characters are unfortunately fictional, as are all the events. Hopefully this chapter will start to clear a few of the mysteries up, I know it's not making much sense right now, but I swear I have a plan! (a cunning plan!) *Author's deep bow of appreciation: I would just like to say tha...
She was heading up to Cordoba's room. What could he possibly want now? At this critical moment, there was no time for games, and Cordoba loved games. Oh, he never called them as such. He never even insinuated that it was foolishness that came across his mind. No, to him, he was a fucking genius. And geniuses deserved special treatment and every idea warrante...
Judas Iscariot, Brutus, Benedict Arnold, Aldrich Ames: some of the most hated names in history. Of all the villainous types, traitors are the most universally despised. No one wants to see redemption for a traitor; they want to see them dead, ideally in the most cruelly ironic way possible. Traitors are the lowest of the low, the worst of the worst. Trent M...
Aubrey talks me into painting a series of cabins naked and hard while she stays completely clothed. Later, she invites her friends to watch, too. Hiring help from the local college felt like a bad idea to me, but those six cabins weren't going to paint themselves and I needed the help. Only one person answered my online ad. When she showed up, I was sure...
"Wake up, Claire. We're home now." Hot breath brushed against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes flickered for a second then fully opened, her body now moving though still clogged with sleep. She had been carried into a large room, enormous compared to the last one, illuminated by wreaths of flame suspended in the air below the ceiling. Fre...
As promised, here is the final chapter of How to Tame Your Tikbalang. I truly enjoyed writing this story and am a bit sad to see it end, but, like all good things, it has to come to a close. Thank you so much for bearing with the long intervals between chapters and for reading my story. Thank you for taking joy in my native lore and for being with me on th...
Abigail scampered into the bedroom to put something on. "Don't put on any panties," Gabriel called out as he sauntered toward the kitchen. Her eyes widened and her face grew hot. Rushing to her closet, she debated as to what to wear. Her eyes fell upon the pretty floral maxi dress Gabriel had bought her on Rodeo Drive. With a grin, she grabbed it off the...
Summer 2009 “Shut your fucking cock-hole, bitch,” laughed Nikki as she sprayed vinegar over the hot tray of cutlery, and picked up a soup spoon. Christine’s hands froze in the middle of polishing a handful of forks with a napkin, as her eyes went wide with shock and amusement. She looked around the kitchen, scandalized. It was the universal teenage girl cod...
I wasn't sure if I ever would go back to this story. I had written about three other drafts of this chapter since I wrote the first one. I hated all the directions the story would go. This one felt right and I have received a lot of comments and email about this one recently. I am wrapping up chapter three of Lessons Learned too but I was torn between maki...
Amy and Neil were just finishing the decorations on the Christmas tree. It was turning into a yearly tradition where they would have a bottle of wine, or two, and decorate the tree on Christmas eve together. They had no children yet so they didn't really need it up earlier, as long as it was up for Neil's parents on Christmas day, they were good to go. A...