After working on my story for around a decade now, I’ve finally finished up TLF. It was a total weight off my shoulders to get it finished. It’s been on my goal list FOR YEARS. It’s in need of some TLC. I’m still in the process of revamping the world since I borrowed the original world from a friend of mine and it’s way past time for me to do my own thing.
Also, it’s not exactly long enough to be its own novel (right now it’s sitting at 61,815 words). My current goal is to combine it in a volume with the next tale The Demon in Her Skin. That one is still a wreck, but it’s getting there.
I’m feeling good about myself. TLF was one of my major goals to complete while I was 40, and I DID IT! Man, it felt amazing to finish the last sentence. I cried about it. No shame.
Eventually, after I’m done with The Demon in Her Skin, I’m going to rewrite the story to make it happier. That’s Erica’s Problem for Another Day.
In the Meantime…
There are a few bits of the story I really enjoy rereading. They’re not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. But I wanted to share one of the parts I especially like. It’s towards the end of the book. Not a lot of context is needed, I think.
Let me know if you’re interested in more story bits!
Princess Cesaire is hunting for a Royal Courtesan, and Ehrol has every intention of being her choice. A message from afar gives him the key to slinking into her bedroom. However, Ehrol is out of practice with her particular choice of pleasure. With only hours to spare, he and his best friend, Ashuli, dust off his tools to relearn his technique.
While the Phryne prepares for the Imperial entourage, Ehrol hones his bedroom skills. Will he be able to capture the magic before his Princess arrives?
Tools of his Trade is a spacefaring, erotica short-story. Part one of Her Majesty’s Courtesan.
Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.
–H. L. Mencken
Lt. Margaret “Mags” O’Reilly is always ready for a fight. She’s been on the fields of battle against the other-worldly invaders, the O’okara, for most of her adult life. At her side is Pryce, a human-O’okara hybrid bred in a scientist’s lab, who is also her best friend. Companionship is no stranger to them, but when the pair becomes stuck together in the decontamination chamber, secrets between them are exposed.
Faced with a truth she’s not ready to hear, Mags has to decide if she wants to give in to newfound hungers, risking the chance of losing the only person she has ever trusted. Or will she face the reality that, as a soldier in an unending war, there is no place or time to give your heart?
An erotic novelette set in a post-apocalyptic world feel with death and destruction, yet a light of hope.
Pleasures of the flesh bring Fae magic to bloom. Without proper training from an experienced lover, sex can lead to dangerous consequences.
When Adriana sets her sights on an outsider, she begins the journey to unlocking her inner powers. Mustering every ounce of courage, she comes to Nicolo, an artisan trained in the bed. Will his power and patience, be enough to help her Awaken safely so she can share herself with the one she desires?
Part one of the Lady of the Wood series. An erotic urban fantasy short.
Officer Mark Kipper had no idea things that bump in the night were real. After recruitment by Knightcrest’s Department of Supernatural Affairs, he discovers a new level of crimes and misdemeanors. When one particular case sends the agency into a panic, Kip offers himself as bait to help lure out a forgotten evil.
Confronting the attractive demoness fueled by sex and seduction turns into a frenzied fight of life or death. Can Kip combat the desire mounting inside of him long enough to escape the clutches of a powerful, ancient being?
First of all, HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I’m going to see if I can
get around to writing a frightening delicious quickie this afternoon, but I got
up early to come into the office, so I’m fully zonked. We shall see!
Also, I apparently woke up in a parallel universe where
the Nationals won the World Series. This has to be a different, very peculiar
timeline. Right? Why couldn’t it be the Orioles? MEH.
Anyway, let’s get back to what this post is supposed to
Yesterday, I started with the skinny on how The Last Fae even came to be a thing. This time, I want to talk about what it is. It’s all about the meat and potatoes, right?
The story takes place in a fictional area of Florida
called Knightcrest. Now I think about it, I’m not sure what Knightcrest is
exactly. As I mentioned, my friend Thommy came up with the world originally.
Huh. Anyway, the city itself is called New Selene, a touristy beach town that
serves as one the most supernatural hot spots in the world. I guess that would
make Knightcrest the county? Hmmm….That’s what I’m going with.
New Selene is lousy with vampires and were-people. Those
two groups of supernaturals dominate the city with an uneasy peace between the
two. Honestly, I wouldn’t even say it’s all that peaceful, but at least it’s
not all out war.
There are other beings afoot, though. There are a few demons, old gods, and a singular Fae.
Kay Knightstone, The Last Fae
About 2000 years prior to the story, the Fae disappeared
leaving only on of their princes behind, Prince Cathan. He wandered aimlessly
for a very long time, even briefly losing himself to madness. Luckily, one of the
oldest of vampires, The Persian, helped him back from insanity.
After some years of switching between hiding out as a
hermit and returning to the human society, Prince Cathan decided to take up the
identity of Kain “Kay” Knightstone, a very talented toy-maker. He makes quite
the living off of his creations. Kay gets a certain amount of pleasure out of
his toys. The rich flock to them and he gives the toys life so he can torment
Despite having mostly everything he needs or wants, Kay is a lonely being. While surrounded by fantastical beings, it’s not the same as his own kind. He feels no connection to the world or any of the people in it. It isn’t until fate brings him to Dena that things begin to change.
Dena Johnson, Where Hope Falls
A simple girl from Baltimore.
At least as far as she knows.
Gentle and kind, full of life and mischief, Kay finds
himself immediately drawn to her the moment they meet. He doesn’t know why he
finds himself drawn to a human like this, but he continues to flock to her over
and over again to the point of obsession.
It turns out she is the key to unlocking the realms and
helping bring back the rest of the daemon back into the human world. Also, by
doing so, the door to Avalon could be unlocked, allowing Kay access to the
Elder Fae who fled before the rest of his kind were wiped from the planet.
The process would cost her life.
Kay and Dena have various obstacles in their way. First
of all, her being thousands of years younger would be an extreme deterrent on
his part. However, that doesn’t turn him away. The fact she’s in a committed
relationship with David, a young, handsome college jock, doesn’t squash the
attraction between the two. And, of course, there is the glaring fact she is
merely human while he is one of the most powerful beings on the planet.
Nothing can stop the powerful blossoming friendship between
the pair. No matter how much they realize it’s ultimately going to be a
Joseph Mamm: Puppeteer Behind the Scenes
The real problem is Joseph Mamm, the King of Hell left
behind when the daemon fled the mortal plane. He uses the pair as a pawn in his
plan to bring his people back. He’ll stop at nothing. And he knows the fact if
he brings the Daemon back, he can open the world to the Fae, which would be
enticing to the lonely Prince. Mamm, along with his associate, Dominik, maneuver
the two so they can be used as the beacon in the dark, lighting the others’ way
That’s the gist of what is happening in The Last Fae. It’s fantastical, dark urban fantasy fun, with more than a sprinkling of smut mixed in. I’ll be posting a bit of the story as I go along for Nano, especially the dirty bits. Be on the look out!
NaNoWriMo starts this Friday. I’m part excited and part nervous, but I’m sure anyone planning to participate is feeling the same twitterpation. Ho boy.
Luckily, my outline at the ready and a couple of character profiles written, which puts me way further ahead in the process than I’ve been in the past for NaNo. Hell, I’ve only ever fully written out one other novel’s outline in all my years of writing.
However, I never finished that book, though. Certainly another journey to work on, I guess.
Since the day is right around the corner, I’ll post about The Last Fae, my project for NaNo (and probably for the rest of the year). I’ve had this story in mind for the better part of a decade. In fact, this story is the reason I started dating my husband so many moons ago. So this story is particularly close to my heart.
How the Last Fae Came to Be
Years ago, one of my good friends Thommy introduced me to
a world he created along with some friends. A world filled with mystery and
magic set in modern times. He wound up creating a forum RPG for his world and
invited me to join.
Real talk? I was hesitant. Your resident Smut Writer does enjoy a good video game, but I never tried anything close to a pen-and-paper RPG before. Didn’t know how to work it and I was terrified of looking/sounding like an idiot.
After some coaxing, I gave in. He offered for me to play one of his characters, Cossette, an old vampire in service of one of the much older vampires, The Persian. Cossette is a tough woman with a mouth full of filth. So…my kind of lady. If I remember correctly, I played her timid, though, despite her background.
I’ll admit, I was uncomfortable playing with someone else’s
creation. The intense fear of fucking up made it hard for me to really get into
it. I mean, it was fun, don’t get me wrong. Just not as fun as it could be.
Eventually, I made a character. In fact…I made ME into a
I felt like I was taking a risk inserting myself as a
character into his story. I thought everyone would think it was stupid (if you
couldn’t tell, I have self-esteem problems). But, there she was, Erica from
Baltimore who followed her friend, Juanita, to a fictional Florida vacation
town called New Selene.
As an aside, years later, I wound up really having a
friend named Juanita, though I’d be surprised if she moved to the most
supernatural-filled town in North America.
HIMMM (How I Met My Mans)
Did I mention there was this cute guy who followed me to
the game? Yeah, I had an online guy friend named Nate that joined in on the
fun. He and I met on a Transformers forum, of all places. Keep in mind, I wasn’t
a Transformers fan at the time, but I had friends who were.
Feels like a lifetime ago now.
Cute Guy Nate made up a character named Kain, a
horror-bunny Fae creature that became one of the most powerful beings in the
fantasy world. Kain was drawn to Erica, and vice-versa. Their stories intertwined
over years of delicious, supernatural drama.
In real life, CGN moved from the West Coast to my way and we got hitched. It’s been 13 years now. Thankfully, he hasn’t turned into a scary, green bunny yet, but I kind of expect it any day now. Hah.
Somehow his character became the main focus of the story
I’m crafting now (or rather will be starting on 11/1/19). I have a lot of that delicious
drama planned for those two. Should be quite a ride.
Part 2 of this should be coming sometime tomorrow. Get to
know Kay Knightstone and his lady love, Dena (yeah, I didn’t want to continue
calling her Erica, considering what happens to her. YOU’LL SEE.)
Her tongue rolled over her deliciously full red lips in a smooth motion. The movement said it all. She liked the taste of him and wanted even the last drop. She ran a finger underneath her bottom lip then brought it to her mouth, sucking away the left-overs. That wonderfully wet-glossy mouth spread into a smile of the darkest delights.
“Did you like that?” she whispered as her hands moved up his
He could only nod at first, finding his breath lost in ecstasy. Their eyes met. His were glazed and sleepy; hers darkly mischievous. The man knew that she could see into his soul and knew everything he had to hide. He had wanted this, but not like this. Still, he couldn’t lie.
“Yeah, I liked it.” he murmured.
She maneuvered her body between his stretched legs, sliding
her arms around his waist and putting her chin into his chest. He watched her head bob up and down with his
breath even though he desperately wanted to look away. But she demanded his attention and he gave it
“Anytime you want,” she said then licked those full lips, again, “all you have to do is ask.”
Her hand reached over the spilled contents of her purse. She grabbed a white card.
“All you have to do is call,” she told the man as she ran the
card along his arm.
She placed the card inside of his exposed tank top beneath an opened silk shirt. With a fluid movement, the woman stood from the couch. His eyes followed her with an ache. He didn’t want to be alone. Not after all of the exquisite delight she had given. She wouldn’t stay and he knew it. He couldn’t let her stay even if she had been willing.
When she turned away, he closed his eyes. There was a stinging behind them that frightened him. He wouldn’t cry in front of her. He couldn’t.
“I’m not going to call you,” he told her, finally. His voice wavered in his own ears
She turned to him with that smile, “Okay.”
The woman sounded like she didn’t believe him. As she walked out of the door to the home, he had to admit to himself that he didn’t believe it either.
My stories come in several different categories and ratings:
Quickies: Just a little blurb of a story at less than 1,000 words. Usually quite dirty and to the point.
Short Stories: Stories that are a little more involved, somewhere between 5,001 and 20,000 words. Most likely dirty, but it may just of a romantic variety without the smut. These are works published elsewhere like Smashwords.
Excerpts: A bit of one of my longer stories I’m working on (with hopes and dreams of completion). Likely to be a long read riddled with appropriate inappropriateness.
In progress: My current BIG project. Character bios, wild ideas and excerpts are all equally possible. Most likely won’t be dirty, but you never know!
Innocent: Romantic, but devoid of smuttiness. Nothing wrong with a little romance once in a while!
Dirty: Most of the smuttiness is hinted at, but not super descriptive. Best read with a glass of red wine.
Filthy: D**ks and T**ts flying everywhere and going into all kinds of places. Probably NSFW. This is cigar and whiskey sort of stuff, friend!
WTAF: Woah! What are you doing with that thing?! DID YOU AT LEAST USE LUBE?! SOMEONE BREAK OUT THE BANJO AND POUR THE MOONSHINE!
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