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An Erica in the Writing Wilds

Creativity Flowing like the Spice Melange

For real, though, I don’t know where this creative burst has come from. It’s been friggin’ insane in my brain for the last couple of weeks. I’m talking about writing, editing, making ebooks…My entire days have been filled with words. I hope they’re decent ones!

By the time you read this, I’ll be back at my day job. I’m expecting my energy to get zapped out of existence. I’m hoping not, but historically, that’s what has happened. But, with any amount of luck, my muse will stay with me.

But these last couple of weeks has been amazing. Even with the pain of my hidradenitis, I’ve been feeling spiritually fulfilled. I’ve loved every second of it, even the times when what I worked on frustrated the hell out of me.

(Ugh, don’t even get me started on the story I’ve been working on for the last three days. It’s done, just not edited.)

So, what have I been up to

I’ve been building my ebook catalog. Some of them were already available, but I wanted to go back in and get some editing done. Plus, they needed updated covers desperately.

If you’d like to purchase any of these books, most of them are available on both Amazon and Smashwords. Tools of his Trade is only available on Kindle Unlimited.

Also, I’ve joined Literotica and Medium for posting a few freebies now and again. So far what I have on Literotica is doing very well. Medium, it’s too soon to tell.

Imparting Knowledge (hopefully)

In addition to writing, I’ve been making videos about things I’ve learned since delving into these projects. So far there are two: Canva vs Snappa for free covers and a quick rundown of getting Premium status on Smashwords (that’s coming tomorrow at 10 AM. Check it out!)

Here is the Canva/Snappa video for your viewing pleasure.

Check out both my YouTube Channels:

I also have a Twitch channel where I stream Fridays at 9PM EST.

Making a more educational video was a struggle at first, but after I got used to recording myself speaking, it wasn’t too bad. The editing of the video took nearly a lifetime. Still, in the end, if it helps someone, it’s well worth the work.

Keeping up with my Mind

I doubt I’ll keep going at my current pace once real life starts kicking in again. Also, I never know when my body is going to be a total jerk and take me down for the count (AGAIN). With any amount of luck, I’ll still feel the creative buzz through me because it truly makes me happy. Writing brings me a lot of joy.

Come back and see me soon! Next week I’ll have another Hidradenitis post for you unless something changes the topic.

Until next time. Keep your Mind in the Gutter!

Tools of His Trade

Her Majesty’s Courtesan Part I

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.

Quickies

Fast and Dirty, Just like you like it

Don’t forget to read my writing page to get the skinny on the eggplant ratings!

Quickie 2: Mistress | Quickie 3: Fingers | Quickie 4: Birthday Stuff | Quickie 5: Chocolate Treat

Quickie 1: Red Delicious

Dirty

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 inner thighs.

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 fully.

“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.

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