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CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.14

Winslow was laughing and playing patty-cake with Odie in the car’s backseat. Geoff could see them in the rearview. His little girl was cackling so hard, so high, she couldn’t breathe. No one had ever played patty-cake with her before. Odie loved new games and if it meant horsing around and slapping hands with her new best buddy, she was all about it.

“Patty-cake, patty-cake, baker’s man,” Winslow sang to her, and she giggled, a piercing sound over top of their clapping hands.<...

THE PANAMA CLUB: Pas de trois // Chapter 5

London considered herself good at judging people’s motivations but Mr. Ballard was driving her crazy. Like, what was the man’s game? He obviously got off on domination. What was he up to with this Minister of Culture? The man said he was American. He wasn’t much like any other American she’d ever known.

Alvaro and she said their goodbyes to Dominica who headed back to the office, and she and Alvaro walked with arms linked to Eloy Alfaro, the avenida which led out of the old quar...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.13

Odie could have stayed with Winslow—should have stayed with Winslow—but she really wanted her daddy. So Geoff was at his signing table, a crowd of maybe a hundred to see him and the others, Odie hanging off his chair, and climbing on his lap. Next to him, Cole Nassau who wrote Kid Starbuck, Beli Mawr Lupardus who wrote Pride about a pride of struggling lions in Iraq, twenty-four-year-old Lucy Mannix who wrote and drew a questionable book about future employment that made...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.12

Winslow showed up at eight in the morning with two coffees from the bakery and a hot chocolate for Odie (who was developing a crush on the good-looking kid).

Geoff had got up and taken an Advil. His neck was so stiff he was sure he had spinal meningitis, at least the early onset of it. His stomach was clenched tight as a drum and while he made bacon and eggs, he didn’t have any and Odie ate the share he’d made for himself. He’d talked to O in the morning about her behavior yesterd...

THE PANAMA CLUB: Pas de trois // Chapter 4

Where the heck is this story going, right? What do you think so far? 

I'm trying to explore more of the multiple partner psychology I find fascinating. How love can heal, how support and care can extend to and from more than one person in your life and what that might mean for each of the people involved in that kind of relationship.

I'm also interested in providing more story with the kink. More story and more romance. And in this case some BDSM as well. I want this...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.11

They’d only walked half the convention this afternoon and evening, just a few hours, but her feet were dying in her heels. She stood now at the tall narrow window in her hotel room, deeply set into the old grey stone, and she clenched her toes on the cool maple floor. She rolled her heels against it, flattened her arches out, felt her damp bare soles stick on its varnish.

The hotel looked out over Rue St. Laurent and she absently watched the hazy grey-blue city wind down. It was that ...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.10

Hotel Sanguinet

Friday, July 14th

The last two weeks with Rocco had been a simmering pot Nia had struggled to keep from boiling over. She had it in her mind how she wanted this to work with Rocco and she knew, was completely sure, that she wasn’t just going to spread her legs for him one day in the pickup truck. Not the first time. She wanted a carefully cultivated experience, and while a dirty part of her wanted to get spread hard and urgent ri...

THE PANAMA CLUB: Pas de trois // Chapter 3

He’d watched her from across the street, standing in the shade of the terrace above the sidewalk. Watched the woman park her black SUV, a big AMG Mercedes. Watched her get out and prance along the sunny side of the street, over the narrow red-brick road to the space she owned, the windows blacked out.

Then he’d watched her, standing inside the door, while the woman danced. She was mesmerizing.

London Perry was all he could think about since he’d seen her at the fundraiser wi...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.9

Black Glasses, Black Lingerie

Tuesday, July 11th

“Well, what do you think?” Nia held the arms of her new glasses at her temples and watched Geoff’s reaction.

She was sitting at the dining room table, Geoff just coming in from the city, back from a late-afternoon meeting with Jenny at Evergreen. Rocco had sent her home to work—the company had its quarterly, and she had to complete the HST for the retail and some of the aggregate sales...

THE PANAMA CLUB: Pas de trois // Chapter 2

With thumb and forefinger on the point of her delicate chin, he guided London to kiss him. The dress slid down her skin and fell to the floor. She stood before him in her heels and panties. She’d worn no bra to the function tonight. Something he’d been aware of throughout the evening.

He stepped back, handmade shoe heels clopping on the ivory marble flooring. London enjoyed when he watched her. She was used to prancing on stage wearing a ballerina leotard indistinguishable from nudi...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.8

“Mom’s mean sometimes,” Odie whispered.

Odie had wanted a second helping of tiramisu but Nia had said no. Odie could have worked Geoff until she got that tiramisu and his little girl didn’t like that mom wasn’t a pushover like dear old dad.

Geoff was sitting on a Muskoka chair, on the grassy hill looking out over the lake. Odie was in his lap, laying with her back against his chest and they watched the Dragonieri brothers out on the dock, getting their fireworks together...

THE PANAMA CLUB: Pas de trois // Chapter 1

Cocktails were served at six o’clock on the garden terrace behind the Palacio de las Garzas, Panama’s presidential palace. A black-tie fundraiser this evening, a dinner for Faith Heart’s Foundation—a network of Panamanian foster parents needing funds beyond what the government provided and what the foster homes could raise for themselves.

Dominica met London on the terrace steps, bringing London’s second Chombolin, a mix of seco herrerano, habenero, hibiscus, lime, and grapefr...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.7

Almost forty people sat at six long picnic tables, two sets of three pushed end to end. Covered in gingham tablecloths and lit by strings of small white Christmas lights laced through the branches of the trees above. There’d been cold pasta bowls with chunks of feta and big black olives, orzo with pesto and shrimp, and Chicken Marbella, and mushroom carpaccio. Other things too that he’d never had time to try. He couldn’t keep out of this salad Maria had made with melon and pros...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.6

Geoff was a nurturer. It was so fucking obvious, sitting on the dock with an exhausted daughter on his lap. Rocco was slumped in a Muskoka chair set in the thin strip of beach with a beer in his hand. Dino sat sideways on an idle Jet-ski bobbing in the water, hunched over, tight mid-section bunched up, big round shoulders. Maria lurked on the upper deck with Rocco’s kids, Stacy as well, up there with her and Dino’s kids. Dealing with the chaos while the two men did their easy man-thing. 2022-05-23 01:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post

Covid hit me hard and I'm still dealing with it

Five weeks ago I went down hard with flu-like symptoms. It's not easy to find covid tests where I live but I quarantined anyway to be safe. It didn't take long to realize it was covid without a test. Headaches, body aches, and I lost my sense of taste and smell.

It was brutal. Way more than a cold. Like the worst, longest-lasting flu I ever had. I was down for 10 days and quarantined for 14. Couldn't write or read during that time due to brain fog (and I was usually out cold). I could b...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.5

The water was cold at first, but once you were in, it felt pretty great. If you kept your arms close to your body too long, when you lifted them again, you got a frigid shock in your armpits. But the water was deep enough that Nia spent most of the time paddling and treading water, and that kept her nice and warm.

Odie was working her little body overtime, gearing herself up for an early power-crash once they ate. O was on cloud nine with this inflatable castle and having her daddy pati...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.4

When Geoff got out of the bathroom, he heard two women talking in the kitchen. Two female voices, the sounds of children underneath. Rocco Jr. laughing and yelling, things being banged, a baby crying, something else—wrestling maybe—but over top of that, two women speaking in hushed voice, trying not to be heard, and thus making him strain to hear them because now they had his curiosity. He stopped in the hall, ten feet from where it would deposit him back into the kitchen. It was Stacy an...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.3

Rocco’s cottage was about fifteen minutes north of Haliburton on Lake Mishigekekgwag. It was a two-and-a-half hour drive out of the city and they left at just before ten. They’d made love, showered together, made bacon and eggs for breakfast, sat and ate with Odie, got the car packed and got an early start. One stop along the way, Odie needing a bathroom break, whining for one. They stopped at a McDonald’s in Beaverton. Geoff was bursting, so was Nia, and she took O into the girls’ an...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.2

Nia had perfect teeth. They were a brilliant white, of even size, her incisors and canines perfectly spaced. Her gumline was healthy and well-formed, undulating half-moon scoops of pink flesh that glistened with her saliva. She flossed twice a day; she used Scope twice a day, brushed at least twice a day. Her lips were curled back in a passionate snarl. No lipstick, just her dry but plump vermilion scrolled back from her wet mouth. She hissed breath lightly through her teeth in sharp surges, ...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Montréal // 3.1

The girl couldn’t have been older than twenty. She was long and lanky and didn’t have an ounce of fat on her frame. Her breasts were small but perky, upright, and when she’d bring her arms together, it showed a cleavage, and they all noticed. Long blond hair, tanned skin, ice blue bikini; face was plain, but she’d put on lip gloss. With everything she revealed, no one had time to look at her face, anyway—all eyes sneaking a peek at her bare skin as she lay poolside, ass-up on a glos...

DEVIL IN THE WATERS // 9.004

It would have been impossible to find Updike’s without Devlin’s explicit instruction. Devlin’s careful email directions to the obscure location was a good sign that tonight’s meeting with his high school bully wasn’t a ruse. As much as he’d grown mentally stronger over the last month, a fourteen-year-old and frightened fraction of himself still snuck around in the dusty attic and walls of his psyche. It wasn’t impossible to believe that, just as Josh had that skittish victim scu...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Bachelorette // 2.13

“You fucking dirty slut.”

Nia gasped and laughed. Her hips trembled on him. She rocked him, her pussy making wet smacking sounds against the first inch of his aching hardness. “I’m going to fuck him in Montreal. Just watch me.”

“Don’t you dare,” he said, but he locked eyes with her. He wanted her to dare. He wanted her to dare really, really bad. Especially right now when she had him so crazy. He could picture it, her away on her work trip, cheating on her dumb hus...

Summer Swap Ebook

Hi-dee-ho!

So I just spent the last few days editing and doing all the boring self-publishing nonsense involved in getting Summer Swap to the marketplaces.

Before you see the book available in stores I wanted to make sure you got a link to collect a free epub version of the edited Summer Swap, soon available in stores.

There will also be a paperback version of Summer Swap for those interested, I'm currently having a little trouble getting the artwork uploaded.

And: I w...

DEVIL IN THE WATERS // 9.003

Josh trembled, too frightened to answer. But then he spoke, voice dry and cracking. “It’s because you brought it up in front of him. Brought up Devlin’s penis size. Tony thinks you’re cheating on me and you’re in that thrilling part of a relationship where you’re obsessing over your partner’s sexuality.” With the words out in the air, his brows raised high, disbelieving he’d said them. They’d come out of nowhere, bubbled up out of jagged cracks in his stony core. The idea ...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Bachelorette // 2.12

Two in the morning, and he heard someone in the kitchen.

He’d been woken from a fitful sleep. He’d dreamt of Nia. A warm and sensual dream where he experienced all the love for her he had and it washed over him in light, imbued the edges of his vision with a hazy white brume. She’d turned to him and she loved him—a statement to him not with words but with absolute fact. Everything in her face told him what she felt. Her hair flapped in a breeze. They laughed, and he shared her. ...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Bachelorette // 2.11

There was something about stroking a man’s cock when he was sitting down that drove her crazy. If the man was really hard and his glans swelled, ready to burst, it turned her on like nothing else. It proved his size. If she couldn’t stroke it, it was too short. Too short for her favorite position. Her favorite position in the whole world, the one that made her close her eyes and hum: straddling a sitting man. To control the action. To hug his neck and study his face while she used her hip...

DEVIL IN THE WATERS // 9.002

Josh waited until they were out of the tailor’s business and walking down Yorkville Avenue under the canopy shade of the street-side honey locusts before he let her have it. “Seven thousand dollars, Kimmy? Are you crazy?”

Kimmy was unbothered, amused even, chuckling to herself and not even looking at him. He stopped on the sidewalk and Kimmy slowed then turned around. She cocked her head and studied him through narrowed eyes, her brow squinched quizzically. “What, Josh?...

DEVIL IN THE WATERS // 9.001

The fine charcoal jacket fit Josh better than he expected. Though the pant legs were too long and bunched around his feet, the suit looked better on him than anything in his closet. Than anything he’d ever worn in the past.

Every day at his executive-level desk he donned a suit and tie, and had done so for years since college. And yet the difference between this suit and his others was the same as when he graduated from post-college business casual to his current wardrobe. An undeniab...

CHERRY BLOSSOMS // Revisited // Bachelorette // 2.10

The stripper’s name was Sebastian, and he was a student. After his show, which culminated in putting whipped cream on his penis and trying to get Donna to lick it off (which she refused while laughing heartily), he hung around at the bar in his street clothes. He was trapped by the older women. The younger ones were over it already, but Aunt Stella and Angie’s mom had him at the bar, and their method of seduction was to mother him. Mother him in a somehow creepy touchy-feely way. Nia felt...

Help Me Pick a Summer Swap Cover!

Please help me decide which direction the Summer Swap should go in! I have a more whimsical vector cover, and the more traditional photo cover. Which do you think you'd be more likely to purchase if you saw this in the ebook store?

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