We Are Officially Back Home

What a trip. We made it. What a mess still. But we’re at our home. We’re in our mess. Our fixer-upper. The kitchen is nearly redone. We’ve got the floor to finish installing still. New addition is all finished, minus a few things here and there. Every door and frame was warped–except the hardwood doors I bought– to my wife’s complaint at the time. “We don’t need these heavy, solid doors. The kids will get their fingers chopped off, we’re not living in a castle, bla bla bla.” “I don’t have to worry about them getting banged up with a ‚Ķ Continue reading

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Reginald Bones (part 4) –

\\\ REGINALD BONES¬† Part 3 Reginald Bones (part 4) in edits Bones knew there was something about the page that Reggie opened. Something … problematic. He wanted very badly to say bad but he’d agreed to drop the negative¬†routine. At realizing they were in a type of chat room,¬†Bones fought his response, not wanting to get questioned over a racing pulse. It would be hard to pass it off on Reginald who only gave several docile¬†hmmm … hmmms so far. There was a time¬†Bones thought Reginald hid his true feelings but he learned it just wasn’t his characteristic. Reginald had ‚Ķ Continue reading

The Burning Bush

So, my friend tells me, “The bush is on fire and so we packed the car to leave just in case.” My first visual is this Not This And I wonder why are you leaving because there’s a bush burning? Unless it’s like The Burning Bush and then I’d get why they were packing the car and leaving. Then I remembered she’s from “Down Under”¬† Anyway, as you all know I suck at following through with blog commitments. But, keep trying is my motto. Plow forward. Which brings me to the time change that happened today. Before I lost an ‚Ķ Continue reading

Nan’s Story (remake) The Universe Is Watching

“What genre something something?” Nan blinked, bringing the face above her into a blurry focus. “What genre are you something?” She stared at the expression, no less confused as her brain fought with two puzzles. The face and the words. Both were making no sense. She didn’t recognize this person nor did she think they were speaking English, not entirely. But the original puzzle was he or she?¬†But he was indeed a¬†he¬†judging by the naked torso that extended below his face. A face that held the striking beauty of a woman, which he was not. His baby carrot colored hair ‚Ķ Continue reading

INTRO into REGINALD BONES–A PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER (coming Dec 13)

  NO SHARING. IN EDITS. I didn’t come into the blessings of owning a graveyard right away. That doesn’t happen quickly or easily, I’d imagine. At least not when it’s the family business. Everybody has death looming over their lives, but when it does so in the form of a business, it’s exceptionally morbid. It was a strange notion as a child, then when early adulthood hit, it merged into irony. And then that fateful day happened, sooner rather than later. The death business knocked on my life’s door and handed me the papers and the keys to five hundred ‚Ķ Continue reading

Nan’s Story (part 2)

Nan’s Story (part 2) Sorry this is late, the “I”m swamped” still applies. As agreed, I said I would put the Patreon posts on the blog after I give it to Patreon supporters first. Remember, if you want to support me on Patreon, you can do so here. If you’ve not read Nan’s story part 1, you can get that here. ¬† **** “Nan, have you tried talking to him?” “Talking!” I gawked into the phone. “Tammy, Jack doesn’t know what talk¬†is. If it’s not about his job or his pet projects, he’s nothing but smiles, farts, and grunts.” “Oh, ‚Ķ Continue reading

The Creative Gods Skipped Me (Part 1)

I’m attempting first person so bear with me lol. I’ve not written it in a while and so forgive any 3rd person slips. I will edit this more later. ***** Spend time looking in the mirror. Who do you see? What do you see? How do you feel about it? I angled a look at my snoring husband and grabbed the hand mirror on the bed next to me. This was the stupidest assignment ever. Infuriatingly difficult too. I mean who looks in a mirror as though it’s a crystal ball? Seeking answers about themselves? I angled my face left ‚Ķ Continue reading

It Started With A 1000 Year Flood

Doesn’t it always! I still remember hearing about the “state of emergency” declared on the town next to us and thinking, wow, and hardly no rain here! How about that! Yeah, how about that. That night, it rained and rained. And rained.¬†Rained is a sorry verb, it actually hammered bullet-ized water drops until I couldn’t sleep. So, I got up and watched the coulee (mini-river or extremely glorified ditch) and that little bastard rose like a cho-cho with a lycan libido. By noon the next day, it was still hammering. With two feet away from water entering the home, we ‚Ķ Continue reading

  • Note:

    I usually refer to males as the more dominant and females as the more submissive. The intention is NOT to say that ALL relationships should fit that pattern. My relationship experience is with male dominant, female submissive arrangements and that is the only sort of relationship I have firsthand knowledge about.