What’s love got to do with it?

Okay, I probably read more into my weekend date than I should have, but what’s a broken-hearted girl to do?

The evening went well, we had some fun, laughed a lot, compared notes on the types of stories we liked, and what was wrong with the ones we didn’t, and we ended the evening with a quick kiss and the promise of a new friend and beta reader.

At least I got out of the house for something other than the weekly supermarket shop.

I also came home with several new ideas for erotic stories.

Not trusting my brain one little bit, I typed out some notes on each of the potential stories, and filed them under ‘future projects.’

After that, the only thing I could do was shower alone, and then retire to bed with my favorite latex toy and pretend somebody real was making me happy.

Should I give up on trying to find myself a soul mate?

Fantasising about sexual partners seems to be a more realistic option . . . for now.

In other news, I’m currently half-way through the first story of the new shifter series, which I’ve provisionally called ‘Shifter’s Legacy.’ It’s crammed full of hot sex (too much sex, maybe? Is there such a thing as too much sex?) between main character Nadia and her boyfriend (father to her first-born child), her best friend Laura (although Nadia’s doing her best to resist any girl-girl action), and three shifter champions who earned the right to bed Nadia once a year.

This doesn’t all happen in the same chapter, you understand. That would be too much (see musing notes in the previous paragraph). No, I’ve spread all that sex across four whole chapters, giving the poor reader a moment to catch their breath.

While all this is going on, the fourth book in the new Half-Breed (sci-fi) series is progressing nicely. Aurora has gone all Sarah Connor and is determined to take the fight back to the bad guys, in between seducing random strangers and absorbing their DNA using sex. If you’ve forgotten, Aurora can only suppress her alien physiology and remain (mostly) human by allowing different men to ‘breed’ her on a regular basis.

Oh, and she’s also sleeping with her fiancee’s identical twin.

When Aurora rides, she really rides (wink)!

The gay sideline of my shifter series hasn’t moved along much. I’m still treading carefully through the issue of avoiding any implication of under-age sex. Different parts of the world have very different ideas about what’s legal and what isn’t. Young guys’ urges tend to awaken long before it’s legal to act upon them, and my free-roaming shifters are no exception. But if I made them all over 21 before they saw any action, they’d be too old for an awakening story.

You see my problem . . .

Anyone who has any advice on this issue (apart from ‘drop the whole thing,’ please . . .) leave a comment below and help a struggling writer to figure this out.

Thank you in advance.

Wish me luck

Sometime life hits you hard, and a person can imagine that they’ll never be hapy again, that they might never love again.

And yet, fate sometimes throws us a lifeline in the most unexpected way.

Today, I was delivering some paperwork, and I started chatting to a friendly twenty-something woman of Indian descent.

(Not her, but enough like her)

It turned out we have a lot in common, from our families’ origins, to our adherence to (and discarding of) traditional culture. We both suffered a crushing heartbreak, and neither of us is really looking for anybody, but for the first time in a long time, I was able to open up to somebody.

Turns out, she’s also dabbled in writing, although she prefers to read adult stories, whereas I prefer to write them.

Long story short, I offered to send her some of my books. She said no, why I don’t I deliver them on Saturday night.

To her house!

And she’s cooking for me!

I offered to bring dessert, and she accepted.

If nothing else, I think I might have found a kindred spirit. If she turns out to be a soulmate, that’s be amazing.

But a friend would be enough for now.

In other news, My new Wolves of New Hampshire story is progressing well. Provisionally called Shifter’s Legacy, Nadia’s adventures post-Sammenføjning are revealing themselves to me, and the excitement of discovery is growing.

In case you didn’t already know, I’m a confirmed pantser (I only plot the most basic elements of a story), which makes writing extra special for me. The story emerges line by line, which is always an adventure.

The downside of this process is, predictably, I have no real idea how the story will progress.

But that’s the exciting part!


Wish me luck.

Chasing my Mojo

A few days ago, I vowed to plunge back into my writing, in order to purge the pain from my heart.

It kinda worked.

I still cry myself to sleep most nights, and struggle to watch anything even remotely sentimental on TV, but my Muse has drifted back into my life, one hand on my shoulder as I thrash out ideas on the computer. Okay, there isn’t much thrashing going on. It’s more of a quiet mulling, but dramatic licence exists for a reason, right?

Anyway, I started two new stories this weekend, both of them set in the shifter forests of New Hampshire. If you’ve read any of my previous posts, you’ll quickly spot The Wolves of New Hampshire series, a story where an ordinary city girl called Nadia is abruptly plunged into the intense competititive world of male shifters who have little to no contact with the outside world.

The Progenitors

Naturally, the men are naked (forest rules apply. This ain’t Twilight), and Nadia finds herself drawn into a forbidden relationship with a young shifter, as well being pulled into an intense girl-girl romance.

What? None of my stories are 100% straight. They all blur the boundaries to some degree. Gay men experiment with women (usually unsuccessfully), straight women sleep with other women, and all my transgender characters have fluid relationships.

Back to the shifter story.

With six stories already written, and the Happy Ever After in place, I was suddenly inspired to write the next part of Nadia’s adventure, which opens with a three-guy gang bang and her cuckolded lover. Nothing like plunging straight in, right. A good policy for a sexy story, not so much fun in real life, right girls? I always prefer foreplay or plenty of lube for an abrupt plunge.

(That goes for guy-guy action too, by the way).

Anyway, there’s already plenty of sex, a theme which should continue throughout the new series, however many books it turns into (probably four, but we’ll see).

In addition to the above shenanigans, I was also inspired to write a parallel story, which is a gay adventure romance, and takes place alongside the original Wolves of New Hampshire stories.

With so many guys in the forest, and so few women, a young man has to find love somewhere, right? So two of them, with occasional input from their pack-mates, will enjoy secretive (at first) gay sex and love in the forest while the events of Nadia’s story play out in the background.

Something for everyone, and a chance to expand my shifter universe along two different threads.

Watch this space for updates.


Writing has become my solace, offering a quanta of comfort, and a whole heap of distraction from my . . . from . . .

No. I’m not even going to think about that which ails me.

I put all that behind me in my previous post, and that’s where I want it to stay – in the past.

So, it’s head down and write, write, and write.

New story ideas and old projects I’d promised to revisit are my new love.

Yes, our relationship won’t be perfect. There’s likely to be tears and disappointment, but there’s also going to satisfaction, and maybe some joy along the way.

This girl is on fire.

Thirty-five and now I’m hurting

Ten years ago, I posted ‘Twenty-five today, and it doesn’t hurt,‘ not realising what lay ahead.

Hurt comes in many forms.

Physical pain is probably the one most people think of first, and we’ve all suffered from that in varying degrees, from life-changers to silly mishaps.

For me, it’s an ache of a different sort.

Back in 2014, I fell for a girl, somebody who was funny, three inches shorter than me, yet larger than life, and utterly adorable.

I couldn’t get enough of her quirkiness. The way she looked at life was a mix of unfettered optimism and childish delight, and she helped me to see the fun side of the world, whereas before, the hard knocks had caused me to put my vulnerabilities into a safety deposit box.

Fast forward two years to 2016 and I was living and loving again, enjoying life and finding new purpose in everything. We’d even made plans to set up home together, somewhere far from our current location where we could make a fresh start, buy a parcel of land (a mini-farm of sorts) and adopt a random set of animals.

And then she was gone.

One tragic weekend, she hit rock bottom after almost losing a family member, she pulled down the metaphorical shutters and closed the shop. The phone calls and texts stopped, the door was never answered, and brief sightings became an urgent need for her to hide. Eighteen months of offering help, of giving her the space she obviously needed, of being as available as possible came to naught.

As of this week, I’ve seen her three times in two years, and always in company where our shattered life together couldn’t never be discussed.

And it’s left me broken.

The world is grey instead of gay. All the colour has gone from my rainbow of happiness.

I harboured a faint hope that we might recover from this, but time has proved me to be a naive dreamer.

Somehow, I must move on from this.

But I don’t know how to.

Free to read! The Wolves of New Hampshire.

The first book of the Wolves of New Hampshire is free to read.

Book 1 (The Progenitors):

“When Nadia St. John applies for the position of secretary at an outdoor adventure center in New Hampshire, she has little idea of the activities that take place at the isolated lodge, or of its convoluted and bloody history.

A mysterious package, delivered on a stormy night by a half-dressed boy, tantalizes her with clues about her past, and her family’s disappearance fifteen years ago. Will the self-styled Sean Ireland, center manager, protect her from her past, or force her to confront it?”

Get it HERE, folks!

Or if you’re already a fan, grab the box set of six books for a big saving.

Released today: Broken Promise

Needs must as the devil drives.

(Book #5 in the Memoirs of a Male Succubus series, a 26,000 word paranormal gay romance)

Samuel Driver was a thug, a thief, and a career criminal—until the moment he got himself killed. His violent escapades guaranteed him a place in Hell, but his fighting spirit earned him a reprieve, and a chance to walk the Earth once again.

Contracted to become a male Succubus—a reaper of human life forces—Sam discovers a hidden talent for seducing men. He becomes so proficient, his demonic caseworker singles him out for a series of special tasks, which promise to improve the conditions of Sam’s demonic contract.

But when Sam’s shapeshifting abilities are compromised, he faces difficult choices in his career as a Succubus, and in his love life. Trapped in a single form, how can he continue his stealthy pursuit of human life force, and how can he hold onto the man he loves when his face has become that of a stranger’s?

Reader Beware: This story will plunge you into the world of gay orgies as orchestrated by those who would profit from the pleasure of others. Could be fun.

Luminosity Publishing

Come too late? Get book #1 here: (Luminosity) (Amazon)

New Release – Alien Encounter

This is the first story in the Shifting Moons series, a near-future erotica novella centring around humanity’s third mission to Mars.

Mankind’s fascination with Mars is about to take on a brand-new twist.

Three months after all contact is lost with a previous mission, NASA scrambles together a brand-new crew and launch their proposed relief mission sixteen months early in an attempt to solve the mystery.

But the peculiar crew dynamic quickly leads to a constantly-changing set of relationships, where sharing becomes normal, as does group and bisexual activity.

Flight Engineer Will Carmichael suspects the crew’s mixture of tastes, as well as the inclusion of NASA’s first transgender astronaut, has been deliberately orchestrated.

But what could possibly be gained from such a diverse spectrum of preferences?

READER ADVISORY: If you are offended by the idea of six astronauts having frequent and messy sex with men, women, and transgenders . . . at least tell your friends. They might love it!

Available now from:



New release -Chance of a Lifetime

I’m proud to announce the release of a new story, Chance of a Lifetime, my first billionaire story-and the beginning of a series.


It’s a rags-meets-riches tale that starts in Indonesia, but moves from country to country as the series progresses.

When you accidentally run into the chance of a lifetime, do you embrace it, no matter what the conditions?

Eighteen-year-old native girl Dian Cinta has aspirations to save enough money for a college course—a tall order for someone who works at a coffee stand. But when she collides with billionaire Joseph van der Waals at Jakarta airport, he offers to upgrade her to a Master’s degree instead, on condition that she spends a year working with him as he travels the world in his private jet. It seems like the chance of a lifetime to impoverished Dian—until she learns that Joseph prefers his employees to share his appetite for sexual experimentation.

She has only moments to choose her future before he flies from her life forever.

Reader Advisory: The mile-high club has never been this crowded before. Five men and women promised body and soul to a billionaire. It could get messy.

Chance of a Lifetime is now available from Luminosity publishing.




Soul Collector – the relaunch

It’s not often that my short stories don’t hit the mark, but when it happens, I’m compelled to fix it.


It seems that bisexual adventures aren’t as popular as gay or FM stories, so Soul Collector has been rewritten as a gay adventure, with a very brief foray as Samuel tries in vain to fulfil his contract as an Incubus.

Samuel Driver had been a thug, a thief and a career criminal—until the moment he got killed. His violent escapades secured him a place in Hell. But his fighting spirit earned him a reprieve, and a chance to walk the Earth once again.

Contracted to become an Incubus—a seducer of women and reaper of their life forces—Sam did his best to fulfil his hellish contract, but after a string of failures, he faced a return to Hell and an eternity of suffering. But when he learned about double points—the notion that seducing men was more lucrative than seducing women—his prospects brightened.

Armed with shape-shifting abilities, Sam quickly became a reaper of masculine energy and earned himself the unique title of Male Succubus. 

The cover has received a rework as well, with the female character fading into the flaming background (sorry, ladies, but she had to go).

The new and reworked Soul Collector will be released by Luminosity on April 27th.

Also, coming soon, a second Wolves of New Hampshire, a second Dark Horse and Jet-Set Billionaire, the first in my new high-flying billionaire menage series. 😀