Winslow was laughing and playing patty-cake with Odie in the car’s backseat. Geoff could see them in the rearview. His little girl was cackling so hard, so high, she couldn’t breathe. No one had ever played patty-cake with her before. Odie loved new games and if it meant horsing around and slapping hands with her new best buddy, she was all about it.
“Patty-cake, patty-cake, baker...
2022-06-10 01:01:04 +0000 UTC View PostLondon considered herself good at judging people’s motivations but Mr. Ballard was driving her crazy. Like, what was the man’s game? He obviously got off on domination. What was he up to with this Minister of Culture? The man said he was American. He wasn’t much like any other American she’d ever known.
Alvaro and she said their goodbyes to Dominica who headed back to the office, ...
2022-06-10 00:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostOdie could have stayed with Winslow—should have stayed with Winslow—but she really wanted her daddy. So Geoff was at his signing table, a crowd of maybe a hundred to see him and the others, Odie hanging off his chair, and climbing on his lap. Next to him, Cole Nassau who wrote Kid Starbuck, Beli Mawr Lupardus who wrote Pride about a pride of struggling lions in Iraq, twent...
2022-06-04 01:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostWinslow showed up at eight in the morning with two coffees from the bakery and a hot chocolate for Odie (who was developing a crush on the good-looking kid).
Geoff had got up and taken an Advil. His neck was so stiff he was sure he had spinal meningitis, at least the early onset of it. His stomach was clenched tight as a drum and while he made bacon and eggs, he didn’t have any and Odie...
2022-06-02 01:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostWhere the heck is this story going, right? What do you think so far?
I'm trying to explore more of the multiple partner psychology I find fascinating. How love can heal, how support and care can extend to and from more than one person in your life and what that might mean for each of the people involved in that kind of relationship.
I'm also interested in providing more st...
2022-06-01 00:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostThey’d only walked half the convention this afternoon and evening, just a few hours, but her feet were dying in her heels. She stood now at the tall narrow window in her hotel room, deeply set into the old grey stone, and she clenched her toes on the cool maple floor. She rolled her heels against it, flattened her arches out, felt her damp bare soles stick on its varnish.
The hotel look...
2022-05-31 01:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostHotel Sanguinet
Friday, July 14th
The last two weeks with Rocco had been a simmering pot Nia had struggled to keep from boiling over. She had it in her mind how she wanted this to work with Rocco and she knew, was completely sure, that she wasn’t just going to spread her legs for him one day in the pickup truck. Not the first time. She wanted a ca...
2022-05-28 01:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostHe’d watched her from across the street, standing in the shade of the terrace above the sidewalk. Watched the woman park her black SUV, a big AMG Mercedes. Watched her get out and prance along the sunny side of the street, over the narrow red-brick road to the space she owned, the windows blacked out.
Then he’d watched her, standing inside the door, while the woman danced. She was mes...
2022-05-28 00:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostBlack Glasses, Black Lingerie
Tuesday, July 11th
“Well, what do you think?” Nia held the arms of her new glasses at her temples and watched Geoff’s reaction.
She was sitting at the dining room table, Geoff just coming in from the city, back from a late-afternoon meeting with Jenny at Evergreen. Rocco had sent her home to work—the compa...
2022-05-27 01:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostWith thumb and forefinger on the point of her delicate chin, he guided London to kiss him. The dress slid down her skin and fell to the floor. She stood before him in her heels and panties. She’d worn no bra to the function tonight. Something he’d been aware of throughout the evening.
He stepped back, handmade shoe heels clopping on the ivory marble flooring. London enjoyed when he wa...
2022-05-27 00:00:03 +0000 UTC View Post“Mom’s mean sometimes,” Odie whispered.
Odie had wanted a second helping of tiramisu but Nia had said no. Odie could have worked Geoff until she got that tiramisu and his little girl didn’t like that mom wasn’t a pushover like dear old dad.
Geoff was sitting on a Muskoka chair, on the grassy hill looking out over the lake. Odie was in his lap, laying with her back against ...
2022-05-26 01:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostCocktails were served at six o’clock on the garden terrace behind the Palacio de las Garzas, Panama’s presidential palace. A black-tie fundraiser this evening, a dinner for Faith Heart’s Foundation—a network of Panamanian foster parents needing funds beyond what the government provided and what the foster homes could raise for themselves.
Dominica met London on the terrace steps, ...
2022-05-26 00:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostAlmost forty people sat at six long picnic tables, two sets of three pushed end to end. Covered in gingham tablecloths and lit by strings of small white Christmas lights laced through the branches of the trees above. There’d been cold pasta bowls with chunks of feta and big black olives, orzo with pesto and shrimp, and Chicken Marbella, and mushroom carpaccio. Other things too that h...
2022-05-24 01:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostGeoff was a nurturer. It was so fucking obvious, sitting on the dock with an exhausted daughter on his lap. Rocco was slumped in a Muskoka chair set in the thin strip of beach with a beer in his hand. Dino sat sideways on an idle Jet-ski bobbing in the water, hunched over, tight mid-section bunched up, big round shoulders. Maria lurked on the upper deck with Rocco’s kids, Stacy as well, up th...
2022-05-23 01:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostFive weeks ago I went down hard with flu-like symptoms. It's not easy to find covid tests where I live but I quarantined anyway to be safe. It didn't take long to realize it was covid without a test. Headaches, body aches, and I lost my sense of taste and smell.
It was brutal. Way more than a cold. Like the worst, longest-lasting flu I ever had. I was down for 10 days and quarantined for ...
2022-05-22 17:35:35 +0000 UTC View PostThe water was cold at first, but once you were in, it felt pretty great. If you kept your arms close to your body too long, when you lifted them again, you got a frigid shock in your armpits. But the water was deep enough that Nia spent most of the time paddling and treading water, and that kept her nice and warm.
Odie was working her little body overtime, gearing herself up for an early ...
2022-05-14 00:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostWhen Geoff got out of the bathroom, he heard two women talking in the kitchen. Two female voices, the sounds of children underneath. Rocco Jr. laughing and yelling, things being banged, a baby crying, something else—wrestling maybe—but over top of that, two women speaking in hushed voice, trying not to be heard, and thus making him strain to hear them because now they had his curiosity. He ...
2022-05-12 00:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostRocco’s cottage was about fifteen minutes north of Haliburton on Lake Mishigekekgwag. It was a two-and-a-half hour drive out of the city and they left at just before ten. They’d made love, showered together, made bacon and eggs for breakfast, sat and ate with Odie, got the car packed and got an early start. One stop along the way, Odie needing a bathroom break, whining for one. They stopped...
2022-05-10 00:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostNia had perfect teeth. They were a brilliant white, of even size, her incisors and canines perfectly spaced. Her gumline was healthy and well-formed, undulating half-moon scoops of pink flesh that glistened with her saliva. She flossed twice a day; she used Scope twice a day, brushed at least twice a day. Her lips were curled back in a passionate snarl. No lipstick, just her dry but plump vermi...
2022-04-09 01:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostThe girl couldn’t have been older than twenty. She was long and lanky and didn’t have an ounce of fat on her frame. Her breasts were small but perky, upright, and when she’d bring her arms together, it showed a cleavage, and they all noticed. Long blond hair, tanned skin, ice blue bikini; face was plain, but she’d put on lip gloss. With everything she revealed, no one had time to look a...
2022-04-07 01:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostIt would have been impossible to find Updike’s without Devlin’s explicit instruction. Devlin’s careful email directions to the obscure location was a good sign that tonight’s meeting with his high school bully wasn’t a ruse. As much as he’d grown mentally stronger over the last month, a fourteen-year-old and frightened fraction of himself still snuck around in the dusty attic and wa...
2022-04-06 00:01:01 +0000 UTC View Post“You fucking dirty slut.”
Nia gasped and laughed. Her hips trembled on him. She rocked him, her pussy making wet smacking sounds against the first inch of his aching hardness. “I’m going to fuck him in Montreal. Just watch me.”
“Don’t you dare,” he said, but he locked eyes with her. He wanted her to dare. He wanted her to dare really, really bad. Especially right now...
2022-04-05 01:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostHi-dee-ho!
So I just spent the last few days editing and doing all the boring self-publishing nonsense involved in getting Summer Swap to the marketplaces.
Before you see the book available in stores I wanted to make sure you got a link to collect a free epub version of the edited Summer Swap, soon available in stores.
There will also be a paperback version of Summer Swap for ...
2022-03-31 13:06:44 +0000 UTC View PostJosh trembled, too frightened to answer. But then he spoke, voice dry and cracking. “It’s because you brought it up in front of him. Brought up Devlin’s penis size. Tony thinks you’re cheating on me and you’re in that thrilling part of a relationship where you’re obsessing over your partner’s sexuality.” With the words out in the air, his brows raised high, disbelieving he’d s...
2022-03-27 00:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostTwo in the morning, and he heard someone in the kitchen.
He’d been woken from a fitful sleep. He’d dreamt of Nia. A warm and sensual dream where he experienced all the love for her he had and it washed over him in light, imbued the edges of his vision with a hazy white brume. She’d turned to him and she loved him—a statement to him not with words but with absolute fact. Everything...
2022-03-26 01:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostThere was something about stroking a man’s cock when he was sitting down that drove her crazy. If the man was really hard and his glans swelled, ready to burst, it turned her on like nothing else. It proved his size. If she couldn’t stroke it, it was too short. Too short for her favorite position. Her favorite position in the whole world, the one that made her close her eyes and hum: stradd...
2022-03-24 01:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostJosh waited until they were out of the tailor’s business and walking down Yorkville Avenue under the canopy shade of the street-side honey locusts before he let her have it. “Seven thousand dollars, Kimmy? Are you crazy?”
Kimmy was unbothered, amused even, chuckling to herself and not even looking at him. He stopped on the sidewalk and Kimmy slowed then turned around. She c...
2022-03-24 00:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostThe fine charcoal jacket fit Josh better than he expected. Though the pant legs were too long and bunched around his feet, the suit looked better on him than anything in his closet. Than anything he’d ever worn in the past.
Every day at his executive-level desk he donned a suit and tie, and had done so for years since college. And yet the difference between this suit and his others was ...
2022-03-23 00:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe stripper’s name was Sebastian, and he was a student. After his show, which culminated in putting whipped cream on his penis and trying to get Donna to lick it off (which she refused while laughing heartily), he hung around at the bar in his street clothes. He was trapped by the older women. The younger ones were over it already, but Aunt Stella and Angie’s mom had him at the bar, and th...
2022-03-22 01:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostPlease help me decide which direction the Summer Swap should go in! I have a more whimsical vector cover, and the more traditional photo cover. Which do you think you'd be more likely to purchase if you saw this in the ebook store?
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2022-03-19 01:00:03 +0000 UTC
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