Awesome!

We got a 5-star review for our anthology! Thanks, Rhonda!
http://samsawesomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/sin-city-six-scintillating-stories-by.html#links

"Sin City" now available

Here's a new anthology of erotic stories I'm proud to be a part of. Congratulations and thanks to Jennifer Roberts for all her hard work.

"Sin City: Six Scintillating Stories"
Las Vegas is the place where dreams come true and hopes are dashed. Turn any corner in Sin City and you never know what you might find, but whatever it is, you won’t soon forget it. Enjoy six, scintillating stories from six very different writers. Let them take you on a journey through Sin City and its many erogenous zones.

"Sin City" now is available at Smashwords.  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/117988

New story on Smashwords

Nikki and Sam are enjoying a day fishing when a friendly wager gets really friendly. As they try to distract one another, it gets friendlier as they rock the boat. Things get hot underneath the summer sun as Nikki and Sam turn their fishing boat into a pleasure boat.               

Check it out at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/105955

'Jessica's Revenge' - my first published release!

My first erotica release now is available at Smashwords. "Jessica's Revenge" is the story of a woman wbo sets out on an erotic journey to prove her ex wrong about her.
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/96610

A new sample

Here's a sample from the story I'm working on now.

Jessica had never fucked two men at the same time, and she loved it.

Tom’s cock filled her tight ass while Bob’s dick pounded her pussy, and it felt fantastic to Jessica. Next time I’ve got to get a third man so I can fill my mouth with his cock, she thought as her two partners sent sensations she’d never felt before through her.

“Oh, lord, fuck me, guys, fuck me hard!” ordered Jessica.

Bob gripped her legs tighter and stroked harder, faster into her soaked pussy. Tom’s hands held her narrow waist as he twisted his cock and worked it in her ass. Both men grunted and were soaked in sweat. Jessica, herself dripping moisture from every pore, threw her head back and yelled, “Yes! Yes!”

She heard Bob’s balls slapping against her, and knew they must be hitting against Tom, too. She wondered how they liked that, because it was making her hotter. Jessica squirmed between the two men in delight. How could I have waited so long to experience this, she asked herself.

“Damn, babe, you’ve got a hell of a grip on me with your ass,” Tom grunted into her ear. “I’ve never been in anything so tight.”

“You feel huge inside me,” Jessica replied between gasps. “Just keep working it, hon, just fuck my ass hard.”

“You are so wet, Jessica. I feel your juices running down my balls,” interjected Bob.

“I know, I know, and I haven’t even come yet,” said Jessica. “But it won’t be long.”

Jessica smiled as the two men fucked her, smiled and wondered what Richard would say if he could see her now. Would her ex-husband still say she was boring and not adventurous enough sexually?

More works in progress

Sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything. It's been crazy with the "evil day job" and other assorted happenings. I have been working on the writing, though. Angel Starr's story is taking shape even with a couple of course changes she wanted. The brothel in Angel's story is inspired by a real one in Fort Smith that was the first, and I believe only, bordello on the National Register of Historic Places. Her adventures are heating up, in more ways than one.

At the same time, during lunch breaks at work, I've been scribbling a pulp-noir story that's taking on a life of its own. Literally scribbling it, writing the old-fashioned way with pen and paper. It seems appropriate. When it gets far enough along, I'll switch to the computer and post an excerpt or two here.

And I have more Nikki and Sam stories in the wings. So, keep stopping by.

Angel takes the lead

Do your characters ever tell you, "I don't want to go that way"? That's happened to me with Angel. I had one plot direction in mind, but it just doesn't feel right. The words come, but it feels so wooden, so forced. Then it dawned on me that Angel wasn't comfortable with it, either. She told me she's a bit more of a free spirit and I should follow her lead, that she knows where the story should go. Who am I to argue with a flame-haired Irish lass? So, Angel, lead the way.