Delicate Tornado Chapter One: Settling Down

I’ve decided to release the latest edition of the Wanda Casey saga for free in installments! You can catch up by reading the first two books here and here. Settling Down Sometimes you must shrug your shoulders and chalk things up to experience, which is what someone said is what you get when you don’t get

For Her Pleasure Part II: Chapter One

The thing, I mean the thing I’d been dreading the most, just happened: running into my ex-husband and, of course, his new girlfriend. Who just happens to be 20 years younger than me. Fuck. Of course, from her perspective, I’m his past, the one who couldn’t please him. So naturally he’d have to trade up.

What I Want For Christmas

Is the two new Misty Rampart titles!

Quelch [Story] by Mimi Bordeaux

I am walking across the mall in the city. Such an ugly piece of construction, with equally ugly people in it. OK I know you have to go to gay bars to find gorgeous folk but honestly, Melbourne has to have the worst society for badly dressed, overweight, pimply, unattractive slobs (except for Adelaide and

Deluxe Suite [Story] by Mimi Bordeaux

She is mistress, cocotte. Feme, peon. Her Tarot reading hands outstretch, inviting the phantom sucklings to dinner. She is the Shack. I enter through a broken gate up a side alleyway until I find the open door. I press forward, a hot knife searing slicing through my stomach. Her room is large, decorated with oil

Ripples [Story] By T.C. Mill

Her hand squeezes mine. “I have a surprise.” We’re walking around the pool, headed back to our room, and step carefully on wet concrete. Waves slap the tiled edge beside us. “A nice one?” “Is there any other kind?” She laughs, and as if in rebuke for my doubt she makes me wait outside while

Testimony Part 1 [Story] by Francis David

“I’m Hope Griffiths, Channel 5 news. We’re live outside of the Fairline County Courtroom as the high-profile Miller divorce case is about to get underway. Normally divorce cases don’t make the news, but the perhaps ground-breaking circumstances circling around this case have garnered national interest. The defendant, Mr. Bailey Miller and his wife Carol (Johnson)

Reprise [Story] by J.G. Cain

They tossed flame-thrower glances at each other all through dinner, and began fucking as soon as they got back to the room. They fucked their way from the floor to the couch to the bed, through the evening into late night, then early morning. He was now lying on the bed, utterly spent, remote on