Wednesday, 23 July 2014

#MWTease from Taken by her Alien Warriors "Please, Sir, may I have your cock." @sirenbookstrand #mmf #scifi

Hello, lovely peeps. It's time for another Mid Week Tease thanks to our lovely host Sandra Bunino.

I'm sure you heard me squeal this week, as Taken by her Alien Warriors finally arrived on Amazon and promptly became a bestseller in the Sci-Fi category.


In fact at the point of writing this tease, my little story sits at #8 on the Amazon UK chart, and #26  on

Anyway enough of my excited squealing. Here comes your tease taken from Taken by her Alien Warriors of course. Ornack has a unique way of taking Gemini's virginity.

Oh, and the usual warning applies... it's hawt!

He had been right to wait for her to make the first move, and while he’d have preferred to have Zorran here, too, so that they could have claimed their little human together, he was done with waiting. He also couldn’t deny the primitive sense of ownership that made him glad he didn’t have to share this woman right now.
Zorran might not come back, but if he did, then he’d have a lot of explaining to do. Ornack grinned at the thought of Zorran being at the receiving end of Gemini’s wrath. Her stay on Drakan had allowed her to blossom, and she no longer feared showing emotion. Safe, as she was, in the knowledge that there would be no repercussions. She was no one’s slave here. She was an equal and, as his wife, under protection from the king himself.
“Ornack?” Her whispered question brought him out of his internal reverie and he pushed all thoughts of Zorran firmly out of his mind.
“Shhh, patience, my sweet wife. I was just contemplating how far you’ve come since you stepped off that ship. I doubt very much that Gemini would have taken the initiative quite as enthusiastically as you did.”
An impish grin appeared on her features, even as the most delightful blush heated up her fair skin. Her gaze zeroed in on his throbbing cock, which was trying its best to peek out over the edge of his leggings.
“You said I needed to ask for your cock, so please, for the love of god will you let me have it.” She bit her lip and glanced up at him and then added a quiet, “Sir.”
The dominant side of him roared at the term she’d only ever used for Zorran, and he knew his voice was harsh with need when he spoke.
“Say that again.”
Gemini sought his gaze and thrust her amazing tits higher into the air.
“Please, Sir, may I have your cock. Make me yours.”
“Well, as you ask me so nicely, wife.”
He sat back and yanked off his leggings, enjoying her gasp when he fisted his heavy erection and slid the tip through her wet slit a few times. She was completely bare as was the custom, and he gritted his teeth against the exquisite sensations shooting up his dick.
“You’re so damn hot and wet for me, as I part your lips. Your little hole is quivering and your nub is hard and swollen and begging for my touch. You want this badly, don’t you, my sweet little wife?”
Gemini groaned in answer and, yanking on his shoulders, lifted her hips, so that the tip of his erection slid into her moist heat on the downstroke. Her vaginal muscles clenched around him, as though to draw him in further. Sweat formed on his brow with the sheer force of will required to not simply thrust in hard and claim what was his. However, Gemini was human and fragile, and she would need preparing to take all of his cock. He knew taking her virginity would be painful for her, especially as he was larger than the average Drakan, and he wanted her to remember this moment as special, not painful. He pulled away, grasped her wrists in one hand, and pinned them above her head. The action made her back arch further, and he indulged himself by running his horns over the rigid peaks of her nipples.
“Ornack, Sir…please.”
He chuckled at her plea and stilled her protest with a kiss. Her eyes widened when he secured her wrists with a strip of linen and then tied them to one of the posts of his bed. She yanked at them, and her musk increased as her excitement grew.
“You’re mine, little wife, and I’ll not be rushed in my feast, so stop trying, or I’ll restrain your ankles, too, and spank that greedy cunt of yours instead of fucking it.”
The soft gasp of excitement she made at his words was almost his undoing, and he bit down on the large globe in front of him. His fangs sank into her breast and Gemini screamed. She went wild underneath him as he sucked her life essence into him, and she rode out her orgasm. She was so beautifully responsive to his mating bite it left him in no doubt that she was indeed his true mate. He licked the tiny puncture marks left over from his bite as her body shook in aftershocks and continued south. Her pussy called him, and he inhaled against her sweat-slicked skin, savoring the flavor of his woman under his tongue, until he reached her glistening cunt. Parting the slick folds of her labia with his thumb, he marveled at how hard and engorged her clit was. It contracted under his regard and he bent to suckle the hard nubbin into his mouth. Her thighs tightened around his head and the pressure on his horns made him grit his teeth as he ground his rock-hard dick into the covers to seek some relief. Relief that could only be found in the dewy heat that now gripped his questing fingers like a vise as another orgasm rushed through her. Ornack lapped up the gush of her juices and murmured his appreciation of her taste into her thighs. They trembled and shook, and he angled his head until it was his horn that slid through her wetness and sunk into her channel.

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M elements, public exhibition, HEA]

The men of any species have needs…

Gemini Hudson has grown up, knowing the truth behind those words, but what happens when those needs pitch lovers against each other in a war torn galaxy?

Cirrion Warrior Zorran rescued a nine year old Gemini in a rare show of compassion. Twelve years later his slave has grown into a beautiful young woman which he feels inexorably drawn to. However, she is only human and too fragile for his dark desires.  Desires he is certain he can only share with one man—his Drakan lover Ornack.

With Drakan at war with Cirrion the men's relationship seems doomed to failure. Giving Gemini to Ornack will fulfil their emotional needs in a way Zorran can't.

From the minute he sees her, Lord Ornack knows this female is the one woman who can complete their circle, because she loves Zorran as much as he does.

There's only one solution. Claim both his mates and damn the consequences.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Available from Amazon  Amazon UK  Bookstrand


 As ever thanks to our awesome hostess Sandra Bunino for putting together the Mid Week Tease. Do make sure you check out the other teasers.

D x

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

#TantalizingTuesdays - Owned

Happy Tuesday, folks. It's time to tease you.

(Source: Pinterest

“Relax, kitten.”
The deep commanding voice pulled her under his spell. A shiver went down her spine when his calloused fingertips traced the curve of her neck. Those mesmerizing light touches left heated awareness on her skin, like a brand of his possession.
“I’m not your kitten.” She barely managed to raise her voice above a whisper, as he chose that moment to tilt her head to the side and inhale against her skin. Hot breath ghosted across the sensitive spot under her ear, and Marnie bit her lips to stop herself from reacting. Oh, he was good. Too good, in fact, but then what else did she expect from a man of his reputation.
“I told you, none of his is necessary. You’ve bought me, so just get on with it already.”
Tears threatened to fall, and she resolutely blinked them away.
Jasper Monahan, the man who now owned all of her brother’s debt, pulled her closer against his solid frame of muscle, until she could feel the long rigid length of his cock against her ass.
Everything inside of her went still when he spun her around. Pinned by his gaze she daren’t move.

“Oh, yes, it is.”

Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.

As ever, let me know what you thought of my teaser today. 

D xx 

Monday, 21 July 2014

The Picture that sparked an uproar! #breastfeeding #extendedbreastfeeding #facebookpolicy

Happy Monday, folks. A personal post from me this morning. I've also posted this on The Nuthouse Scribblers.


So, lovely peeps, tell me how did you spend your weekend? I had precise plans for mine. Having received edits for Rescued by her Alien Warriors, I was going to spend Saturday morning editing, and then I had a shopping date with my 17 year old daughter to get her some new clothes for her birthday.

Sounds good, right? Then I logged onto Facebook to check in for five minutes, as you do, and up popped a FB notification.
“Your picture has been reported and is under investigation.”
My first thought was, here we go again. I have had a spate of my Sexy Man Friday pictures reported recently, and as a result ended up in FB jail three times. However, this was different. In the past FB removed the offending picture straightaway, and stuck me in jail, or at the very least removed the pic, and made me go through the album to ensure there was no nudity.
None of this was happening this time, and besides I have been careful with the cropping. I have no wish to end up in FB jail again, thank you very much.
So, imagine my surprise, when I clicked on the link to my pic, and this came up?

Oooookay then. Mess with my sexy men pics if you like and the ones reported did err on the side of not acceptable according to FB definitions, but this is a pic of my breastfeeding my youngest. What’s more the picture is a year old and was set to friends only.
This picture would not have popped up in anyone’s timeline suddenly. No this was someone, one of my friends no less, going through my pictures and deliberately rooting for something to report.
I have long since suspected that some jealous person has it in for me. It seems too coincidental that this reporting of pictures only started happening when my books started hitting the bestseller lists. I’m not a suspicious person by nature. I prefer to think the best of people, unless they prove me wrong, so this is not me being paranoid.
As an erotic author I am well aware that I am a target of sorts.  You seem to attract every nutcase out there. From men offering me shots of their cock, unsolicited requests for all sorts of services, publishing related or not, I take it all on the chin. Respond politely if appropriate, ignore and block when needed.
I have a tough skin and it’s all water of a duck’s back, but start messing with my personal pictures, let alone with breastfeeding, and the gloves are fucking off. Yes, I am swearing on purpose here.
My response to all this was to make the picture public, of course, with a message to the friend, to take themselves off my friend’s list. Then things got really interesting. The picture was reported again for nudity this time.
WHAT nudity? Unless I need glasses you cannot see a thing and I am fully clothed. My FB friends and author community were their ever supportive self, and started sharing my picture in support. The result? It got reported again!
At the point of writing this blog post, it had been reported three times and FB has not acted on the report either time.  If you don’t know, FB now has a breastfeeding photos policy, which you can read here.
This is what it says:
Does Facebook allow photos of mothers breastfeeding?
Yes. We agree that breastfeeding is natural and beautiful and we're glad to know that it's important for mothers to share their experiences with others on Facebook. The vast majority of these photos are compliant with our policies.
Please note that the photos we review are almost exclusively brought to our attention by other Facebook members who complain about them being shared on Facebook.

There you have it in a nutshell, so whoever keeps on reporting my picture is just damn out of luck!
Now like I said, I have my suspicions about this whole thing.
The author community as a whole has been nothing but supportive to me, and I always go out of my way to pay back that support. I host authors, I always help newbies where I can, and I always respond to folks contacting me. It’s the right thing to do, and let’s not forget that Authors are readers too.
I still get a bit fan girly when some of my favourite authors interact with me on social media, and I’m proud to call some of them my friends now. Others I still admire from a distance…
Hey, I’m human, and I was a reader long before I started writing.
So it leaves a sour taste in my mouth to think that another author may be behind all of this. Jealousy is an ugly and useless emotion that makes folks act out of character. I freely admit, I get the green eyed monster too from time to time. Like I said, I’m only human, but I do not let that feeling consume me.

So what if author x does much better than I do? I prefer to channel my energies into writing the next book, and improve my craft. There is room for lots of authors out there with all sorts of different stories. We all like to read different things, and wouldn’t the world be a boring place if we didn’t.
So why then seems there to be an increasing number of bitter authors who go out of their way to make other author’s lives difficult? What are they hoping to achieve? From scathing reviews to one starring other authors’ books, reporting their pictures, and making snidy digs in groups, the list seems endless.
Those authors would be better served to use the time they’re wasting on trying to bring down that successful author in writing the next book. Because, guess what, folks. There is no magic formula, other than writing the very best book you’re capable of writing, and keep on writing.
Books sell books, not endless promo bashing folks on the head with the one book you have written. No whiny posts as to why no one is buying your book. No buying of reviews or twitter followers. That might get you short-lived fame, but readers are not stupid.
They’ll figure out what you’re up to and you bet they will not be buying another one of your books again in a hurry!
So, where does this all leave me with my breastfeeding pic? I tell you where. I’ve made it my profile pic, and thus it will remain for the foreseeable future. This is a picture my husband took of me, because in his eyes, it epitomized me. I have a large family and multitasking is my middle name. As I’m writing this blog post my youngest, Budda, as he is known on the interwebz, has just nursed, and is now asleep in my arms. A lot of my writing  is done in this way, and will be for some time yet. My children self-wean when they are ready, which in our family at least, tends to be about the 4/5 year mark. As Budda is only turning three next month, it will be some time yet, before he outgrows the need to nurse.
Will I share more breastfeeding pics? I doubt it. Just because he is getting older and people just don’t seem to get extended nursing. My first concern is for him.
And to those few people who have wondered why I put that picture on FB in the first place, I have this to say.
Why on earth wouldn’t I? I share all sorts of other things, and a lot of my friends are other breastfeeding mothers. I LOVE seeing pictures of mums nursing their children. And the other point is this. Breastfeeding is nothing special or extraordinary in my house. It’s simply what we do evey day, until we don’t need to anymore.
I’ll leave you with this quote from my friend Amanda on FB.

“The boobs that were but never seen but clearly someone found obscene!"

And one last thing. I'm running something of a sweep stake atm. Guess how many times my picture will be reported before the asshats give up. Feel free to guess in the comments. There will be an e-book in the offing for the person who guesses right. I might as well have some fun with this.


Stay naughty, folks.

D xx

Sunday, 20 July 2014

#SexySnippets from Lure of the Blood "I want to taste every inch of you..." @evernightpub #shifter

Happy Sunday, folks.

I was debating where to take my Sexy Snippets from today, and decided to go right back to the beginning. Lure of the Blood was my Debut novel back in November 2011 and the very first paranormal story I ever wrote.

What can I say it got me hooked on writing shifters, because Ion was just so yummy.


Don't take my word on it. Check him out for yourself.


“Easy, little one. This will be so much better if we go slowly. I want to taste every inch of you, drink your cream and make you come again and again against my tongue and then, only then, my sweet will you feel my cock so deep inside you, you will never want to leave me.”
The hands on her hips softened, as Marnie froze. Shivers of excitement or fear or both, she couldn’t be quite sure which, danced along her spine at the images those growled words created. Her hands clung to his shoulders and she lost herself in his predatory smile, when she risked a glance up at his face. The eyes of his wolf were looking down on her and he crowded her further against the wall. Her breasts flattened against his chest and his thigh moved sinuously against her core.

“So wet, my little one. Tell me, is this bounty all for me?”

(Forgive me, slightly longer than seven)

~Editors Pick~

Marnie's decision to finance her law degree by pole dancing awakens her latent sexuality, and the mysterious stranger lurking in the shadows sends her libido into overdrive.

Realizing her sexy lurker is a vampire is bad enough, but her boss is the alpha wolf of a pack of shifters? Torn between her attraction to both men and surrounded by danger, she has a decision to make. One that will change her life forever.

Be Warned: multiple partners

Buy it from Evernight  Amazon  Bookstrand  ARe

Incidentally, my fabulous publisher is donating all proceeds from sales from their website to World Vision. How cool is that?

Last day tomorrow!


Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

Saturday, 19 July 2014

Getting a Raise by Tamsin Baker #newrelease #mm @evernightpub

Hurray, it's the weekend, and if you're looking for a hot little m/m treat to spice up your day, look no further. I give you Tamsin Baker's, Getting a Raise. Take it away, Tamsin.


Thanks so much for hosting me on your blog today!
I’m super excited about my first real Evernight release of the year.
A short m/m that I just adored writing and hope you guys enjoy it too.

Nick is the most beautiful, successful, amazing man—just ask his executive assistant Tayte. 
Tayte’s been in love with his boss from the moment he set eyes on him. But two years working with him and Tayte isn’t even sure Nick is gay. 
But it’s time for his contract evaluation and Nick wants to give Tayte more than just a raise.

“Hey, Tayte.”
The insipid voice of Connor Turner bounced into Tayte’s brain and he suppressed the shudder that rose. He lifted his gaze and took in the spectrum of color before him.
“Hey, Connor.”
Connor, who was the assistant of Greg Scholl, the man just beneath Nick on the totem pole, flounced up and rested his hip on Tayte’s desk.
“So… found out if Nick is gay yet?”
Tayte forced a smile to his lips and sat up straighter in his chair. He didn’t know, much to his chagrin. Even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t be announcing it to the biggest gossip in the building.
“Not my business, Connor.”
Connor laughed and winked. “I’ll take that as a no. You know, they say Nick only wants male assistants because he has a super jealous wife at home who can’t handle the idea of him having a hot secretary.”
Tayte inhaled sharply through his nose and turned his smile up a notch.
“I haven’t encountered a wife, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t one.”
And it was true. Tayte hadn’t encountered any wives, girlfriends, no significant other at all. However, that didn’t mean anything, since Nick received a lot of calls on his cell, but after two years, Tayte was starting to think Nick was single.
But Hetero or Homo? That was the million dollar question.
“I have heaps of work to do, Connor, and I’m sure you do too.”
Connor giggled and stepped back, his hips swinging as he moved back toward the lift.
“Oh, I’ve been working since sunrise. You know how it is.” He winked and laughed, turning away without waiting for Tayte to respond.
“No, but you certainly do.” Tayte answered anyway, grinding his teeth in frustration for a minute. He hated those sorts of guys. He didn’t mind effeminate gay men. Hell, he’d fucked more than his fair share of them over the years. But guys that deliberately acted ‘gay’ when it wasn’t their natural disposition just pissed him off. Not to mention how much men, and women for that matter, who slept their way to the top, and Connor was a prime example of that, really grated on his nerves.
“Well, you can get in line behind me if you want Nick, Connor, because I’m not moving.” Tayte muttered to himself and scanned over his list of daily jobs. Wow. Lucky Nick was out of the office today, or he’d never get all that done.
He worked all afternoon, not stopping when everyone else left at five. He really should go home, but what was waiting for him there? Two idiotic housemates and a pile of dirty washing.
“You could actually go out. Get laid.” He muttered to himself once again, furious he wasn’t excited about another one-night stand.
But how could he be? Ten minutes with some random guy? Yuck, he’d had enough of that sort of life.
“You could, I’m sure.” Nick’s voice boomed through the foyer and Tayte cried out as shock had him jumping back from his desk, his heart leaping into his throat before settling to pound against his rib cage as he looked up at his boss.
“Fuck, you scared me.”
Nick walked closer, pulling at his tie and letting it hang on his shirt in a casual way.
“Why are you still here, Tayte? You’re young and beautiful. You should be out getting your cock sucked by some lovely little thing.”
Heat flowed up into Tayte’s cheeks and he glanced down at his computer, quickly shutting down all the open programs. He’d never heard Nick speak like that, and the crude words were turning him on in a shameful way. Nothing better than a man who could talk dirty.
“Ah, well, I had to finish a few things and I, ah, l…lost track of time. I’ll g…get out of your way and h…head home now though.”
Tayte was stuttering, but he couldn’t help it. He was as embarrassed as the day his mother had found him jerking off in the bathroom when he was fifteen.
“Don’t rush, if you don’t have to go. Stay.”

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Friday, 18 July 2014

Flash Fiction Friday - The Package #FFF

Happy Friday, folks. Here's today's flash - The Package.

Jenny yanked the door open and burst out laughing.
“Nice touch, Dev, but she doesn’t want to see you, so you’ve wasted your…” She let her gaze drop down below the parcel he was holding and smirked.
“Well, I guess I can see why she kept you around for as long as she did, but she’s not here, so—“
“I’m not here for her.” Dev interrupted her and his sinful grin did strange things to her insides. “A little birdy told me it’s your birthday.”
“So what, you’re my present?”

Dev shoved the box at her, and Jenny gasped.


Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)
Till next week, folks.
D x

Thursday, 17 July 2014

Hot bod alert! Being Luca's @RavenMcAllan #newrelease @evernightpub #rotg

It's officially Raven week on my blog, as the lovely Raven is back  today with another new release, and lucky woman that I am I've had Luca all to myself for a bit.


Well, just look at him!

Raven here. I sent Luca to chat to Doris about his new book, Being Luca's.

Leigh, my heroine told me that was cruel because he could tie any woman up in knots in seconds, and not in a Shibari way either. Because as Leigh told me… "Sheesh that voice, with its sexy Italian accent and the hint of all things naughty does delicious things to my insides. And my outsides as well. It's darned hard trying to concentrate on anything…"

I wonder if Doris will feel the same?

Over to her and Luca…

L So, Raven tells me you are a friend Doris? Will you be my friend as well?
Laughs, I hope you will, because any friend of Raven should be a friend of mine. After all Raven gave Leigh and I an opportunity for a second change to be together again, and I never thought it would happen. We're both stubborn creatures, who don't give in easily, so it was inevitable sparks would fly.
Our story could so easily have finished before it really got started. Because I'm in the public eye, certain people think you're fair game for any sort of crap they want to throw at you, or write about you, and you should sit back and take it.
Not so. Why should total rubbish be written about me, and I'm not able to answer back? The problem was, it wasn't my story to explain, but it cost me dearly. Anyway, with Raven's help, Leigh and I at least talked again. Did we sort out our problems?
SmilesWinks. You'll need to read the book to find out eh?
But now, let's have some fun eh?
D looks worried

L No nothing awful. I say a word or three, you say the first thing that comes into your head. Si?
D nods.

L so… here we go… Racing
D Driver  

L ice cream
D Chocolate

L Flame retardant underwear wink
D *snort* too much hassle to get off

L  love al fresco
D perfect

L Chocolate
D Cadburys

L Completion
D Bliss
L looks at his watch Ahh, I have to go. My lovely Leigh is cooking something special she says… wink I wonder what it will involve… I'll leave Raven and Doris to give you the blurb and excerpt.

What is a marriage without trust?
When damning newspaper reports point to the seeming infidelity of her husband, Formula One Racing Championship driver Luca Corrieri, Leigh runs without waiting for his explanations.
After all, the pictures don't lie. He has been cheating on her with her best friend.
Luca is devastated at the ease with which Leigh abandons what they have. Surely their marriage deserves more, but how do you convince someone of your innocence when they are not prepared to listen?
When the truth finally comes out, is their love strong enough to save their marriage? 

And a wee tease…

Leigh heard the front door close with a thud. It sounded like the death knell, and she closed her eyes. What had she done? Why on earth was she so sodding determined not to listen?
Because he ripped my heart out. But when did I become so unforgiving. Since when have I thought there were no shades of grey? I liked Angie and I trusted Luca. Would they really have betrayed me like that bloody tabloid said? But if they didn't why didn't they explain? Because I wouldn't let them?
 Leigh looked at herself, and decided she didn't much like what she'd become. Slowly she began to think back over what she'd been told about that weekend a few months earlier.
The phone call saying Luca's mum was in hospital in Glasgow had come just as qualifying got under way. Luca been beside himself with worry until Leigh had said, don't worry I'll go.
Erich had arranged transport and Leigh had reluctantly left her husband on the eve of the race that could bring him his first World Championship.
When she got to Glasgow all had seemed well. Elena had been on her way to the airport to fly out and join them for the race when she'd slipped and fallen. Now kept in hospital overnight for observation, a phone call from Luca to say he had qualified in pole position, had put them all in a happy frame of mind.
The following day, half way through watching the race on TV Elena Corrieri had given a strange gasp and half fallen out of her bed.
After that all thoughts of Formula One, championships and who was winning what went out of Leigh's mind. She spent the best part of the day and night holding her mother in law's hand over a bed in intensive care.
When she was finally taken off the danger list and Leigh slipped out to stretch her legs and to call Luca, the first thing she'd seen were the headlines.
The next thing was the TV and the final straw was when she tried to go home for clean clothes and seen the reporters camped outside.
Leigh had driven on without stopping. Cleared out her bank account, cut her hair with a pair of nail scissors, stripped out the blonde color she'd been for years and returned to her natural red. After that, she booked into a Bed and Breakfast in the middle of nowhere, using her maiden name.
Then and only then she'd read the papers, scoured the Internet, and the following day found a solicitor.
With hindsight she accepted she was in shock and in fact in no fit state to make decisions like that. However by then it was too late. The balls were in motion, and she refused to talk to Luca. He was too late. He hadn't defended his actions, and in Leigh's mind, 'no comment' was as bad as holding a banner up saying "naughty me, I've been caught."
 Now though she wondered. Why was she such a bitch over it all?

Buy it from: Evernight Amazon UK  Amazon  Bookstrand  ARe

Happy reading,

 Love R x

Well what can I say?

I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.

Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
Sensuous stories to seduce your soul