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.
So, I know “I sold myself” is a bold statement. If you were worrying times are tough and I had to start up my side hustle as Hover Divine, fear not. What I mean to say is I sold one of my novelettes. For money!
I’m particularly proud/pleased at this event because I was giving myself away for FREE!
…I’m starting to think maybe I’m working on too much smut. I can’t get my head out of the gutter on this post.
Anyway, some awesome Smutter bought Bait for $0.99. I still have it set to Pay What you Want. I figured no one would bother giving money when they can have it for free.
I’m not getting much off of it. My cut is $0.53, but, shit, better than the 0 I expected.
Definitely feeling good about me!
My next project is ready to go. I’ve submitted Decontamination to Amazon this evening. I didn’t realize it can take up to 3 days for release. No worries, though. KDP intrigues me since you can enroll it for Kindle Unlimited and get money off of people reading for free. It’s like the best of both worlds.
Suffice to say I’ve been enjoying the whole self-publishing thing. I’m glad work had to cut their hours for this month, giving me the opportunity to make this happen. Work goes back to normal next month, so I probably won’t be able to release a weekly story. Maybe every 2 weeks would work a bit better. I tend to go a little brain dead after a full day of work.
Coming up on the horizon is Her Majesty’s Courtesan. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be an ongoing series. I’ll be rotating between Tales from Knightcrest, Lady of the Wood, and HMC. That’s the plan going forward, anyway.
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.
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.
Quickie 2: Mistress
So hot. So sticky. So tired…
Victor rose from the bed, noting the slight twang in his back from movement. He sighed quietly as to not rouse the insatiable woman in the bed. Oh, he wanted her. Always wanted her. This time he needed the slightest break.
His Mistress kept him much longer than usual. Her other men must be chewing their nails
right now. She’d never picked a favorite
and now, with this strange turn of events, it seemed like Victor may be the
first. His lips curled in a faint smile
as he considered what the others must be thinking.
He turned to look at Mistress and his smile brightened more. She looked so delicious with her hair, still slightly curled, and clinging to her rosy cheek. Her beautiful full lips were parted as she slept. Even as she slept, he could see the contented smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth.
Victor moved the comforter covering his Mistress, exposing
her bare back to him. His eyes followed
the lines of her body, enjoying the way her body rose and fell gently in her
sleep. It only made him want to touch
her, but he knew what it meant to do so.
It didn’t matter. He
had to feel that silk smooth skin with his fingers. Slowly he reached out for her. He didn’t touch her right away, instead opted
to hover along her as though touching her aura.
When he reached her side where her breast pillowed between body and bed,
he couldn’t stop himself. With his
forefinger, he traced the roundness there, fascinated with the very feel of it.
Mistress stirred then, groaning softly as she shifted
slightly towards the touch. Moments
later, her eyes opened sleepily. She
stared at him for a few moments before she gave him a wicked smile. Despite how tired he was, Victor felt himself
rising eagerly, knowing soon he would be inside his Mistress’ body again,
feeding her hunger and sating his own.
“Ready for more, I take it?” she purred as she turned to her
back. When she did, she shifted and
opened her legs, putting herself on display. “Pleasure me. Now,” Mistress
He didn’t have to be told more than once. With shaking hands, he brushed one breast,
tweaking the nipple for a second, before sliding down her stomach to reach
Quickie 3: Fingers
Mr. Fingers was always sticky and he usually smelled a little musky. His caretakers that it had something to do with his cologne, but didn’t dare ask. The man paid them more than they ever imagined making for simply giving him sponge baths. Upsetting him didn’t seem like the smart thing to do.
Still, they were all very tired of his antics. So many times they found him inside of dark, moist places. He hid there, hours on end, waiting for his ladies to pull him out. And, when they finally did, he was dripping wet, bald head shining in the florescent lights.
“Mr. Fingers,” they would scold him, “you can’t go in any old hole like that. You’ll get sick.”
He would look up at them, bull-dogged face pouting. His drooping eyes seemed to shimmer in the bright light of the hall.
“Yes, ma’am,” he would respond, completely rejected.
Of course, the old man perked right up as one of his girls led him to the jacuzzi tub. He would grab her rear-end with a grip worthy of a man fifty years younger.
“We have to do something about him!” one of his ladies growled.
Exasperated, she flopped down into the plushy pink couch of the
staff’s common room. The other girls nodded to her in unison.
“Yeah,” another piped up, “I have a bruise on my ass the size of baseball.”
One girl laughed, “It’ll match the one on my tit.”
The first girl sighed heavily, “I don’t know why we put up with this shit. I know he’s giving us enough money to pay off a house on our own, but that doesn’t excuse his behavior.”
That’s when Madison, Mr. Finger’s executive chef, and the most wonderfully, flaming gay man any of them had ever known, came into the room with a tray of bagels.
“What you girls need to do is introduce him to a playmate.”
It seemed like a novel idea. As they grabbed bagels, each of them looked around at the other, silently asking if that seemed like a good idea. When they came to an agreement over it, they smiled.
“Ok,” the second girl chirped, “that really sounds smart. I don’t think any of us know an old woman that would be a good match. Do you happen to know anyone?”
He flashed them his usual charming grin as he passed the nearest
girl a card.
“Give this lady a call. She’s my great aunt. I think she can give that old nasty man a run for her money.” He took his own bagel and bit into is. “I’d call her myself, but she won’t answer my calls.”
He sashayed out of the room, nonchalantly. The women gathered around the card, looked over it as it were a valuable prize. They nodded to each other. One took the phone into her hands and began to dial.
The next day, an old woman appeared at the door. A small thing with red lipsticks and red nails and the biggest hair anyone had seen since the 80s. She helped herself in with out much of an invite. The girls had to smile at her brazen assessment of the mansion’s foyer.
“Kind of kitschy, but it will do.”
Old man Fingers came down the stairs, naked but robed. Only barely, of course. He stood before the old woman with his hands on his hips.
“Well, who is this old bag of bones?” he asked, snarling.
The were late for his bath. That always made Fingers angry.
The old woman sauntered forward in a way that reminded everyone of Madison. She reached into his robe, trailing on long, bright, red finger down his chest. She continued on her bath until she reached between his legs. Mr. Fingers’ face turned bright, but a wicked smile tweaked his lips.
“Mr. Fingers,” one of his ladies said, “I would like to introduce you to someone I think you’ll enjoy very much. This is Ms. Box.”
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
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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