Author’s Note: This is part two of my newest series, “A Tale of Grace.” As previously mentioned, this was initially intended to be a future novel. As with all my previous publications, there was music behind this as partial inspiration. This entire set of stories was initially conceived and sketched out listening to the mighty Foo Fighters. In the last …
Author’s Note: This is the beginning of a new novel I was working on and have since scrapped. Instead, going to try and do this old school (for me), posting it here episodically as an exercise to keep my mind from wandering too far from my newest project. More on that project later. With this in mind, how about we …
Pleased to announce my newest project, returning to some old friends that require a little bit of closure, and a new direction. Some of my long time readers will remember Cross, the Page of Prince Steffan. His lust for Tara, and annoyance at the playboy antics of Steffan. The novel, however, is when he crosses the line and breaks an …
This was supposed to be one of the stories I’ve been mulling about my brain lately for this week’s Wicked Wednesday, but I just couldn’t. I could even link this post “officially,” but it is simply not appropriate. October was to be the month that I quietly celebrated my fiftieth birthday. I don’t usually celebrate birthdays. This past month has …
We said goodbye to my father in the early hours this morning. He was 75, and a very loveable man. I will be back to post about him soon. On Saturday, only days after I turned fifty, I had to do the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. I went to the doctor and gave instructions on behalf of my …
Press Play…. “So you’ll be in here?” She curled her fingers around the chainlink of the cage, and pulled on it. The cage rattled, excitedly. Mitchell nodded. “Yes.” She turned and, still holding the cage, pointed at the other man. “And I’ll be fucking Brutus?” Brutus smiled at her. His flash of teeth proved there was something on him that …
Two of the Toronto sex clubs re-opened in recent weeks. Pardon me, Toronto’s lifestyle clubs. One of those clubs, Club M4, is a place my regular readers will recognize. In the club’s initial location, along Lake Shore Blvd in Toronto’s west end, it was the setting for the opening scene of my first novel, “Just Prey.” It was also the …
self-con·trol/ˈˌself kənˈtrōl/noun the ability to control oneself, in particular one’s emotions and desires or the expression of them in one’s behavior, especially in difficult situations. No, this is not about masturbation and self edging…but it could be. It would be a helluva lot more fun if it were. A concept that almost wholly contradicts the ideas of personal freedom and …
