Free Story–The Finer Things in Life

If you read my blog regularly or follow me on twitter, you know that Tamsin Flowers is one of my favorite authors and a dear friend. I’ve enjoyed her Erotica Advent Calendars for the past several years running.

This year her plan was a little different–rather than post a snippet or scene, as she’s done in the past, why not post a complete story each day? Today my story “The Finer Things in Life” has the honor of being the featured story.

Isn't the image Tamsin found HOT?

Isn’t the image Tamsin found HOT?

The Finer Things in Life

Delilah Night

When one’s family and money date back to the Mayflower, one learns the value of presenting a respectable exterior to the world. Which is why I’ve always enjoyed the subversion of those markers of wealth and privilege.

Today’s nod to the libidinous creature beneath my tasteful exterior? A new Rolex with initials inscribed upon the back of it. While my name is Susan, the remainder of my initials are not l, u, and t.

I wonder if the salesgirl blushed when Mark ordered the inscription? Did she contemplate what he might do to her? Was she aroused, as I am, by the hands of a concert pianist? Could she even begin to guess how those hands could play her body as deftly as they played Chopin, or that he enjoys doing both in front of an audience?

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Giving Back Blog Hop

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In the spirit of this week’s holiday of American Thanksgiving, Lisabet Sarai has organized a blog hop for authors who have participated in Coming Together anthologies called the “Giving Back Blog Hop”

I’ve taken part in three Coming Together anthologies thus far (Among the Stars, For the Holidays, and Strange Shifters) and I plan to continue submitting to them in the future.

Over the course of my life, I have benefited from many forms of help. The largest was government assistance in the form of money and food stamps as a child. I received college scholarships, without which college would have remained just a dream. Teachers sometimes covered field trip fees so that I wouldn’t be left behind. And when my daughter was in the pediatric intensive care unit at only a week of age, she was gifted with a hat and a blanket that someone had knitted and donated to Project Linus in the hopes of providing comfort to a child in crisis. So now, whenever I have the chance, I give back. I love that one of the ways I can give back is through my stories.

Young woman takes off bikini to swiming in the sea.

The first charity anthology I participated in was Summer Loving, edited by Alison Tyler, with proceeds going to help Sommer Marsden’s family during a time of medical crisis. As someone whose family has dealt with medical trauma, and a fan of Sommer’s,  I was eager to participate. This was the first time I had heard of a charity anthology, or considered the idea that the stories we tell could help people in real, tangible ways. I was so glad when “Baby it’s Hot Outside” was selected to be part of the anthology.

coming together for the holidays

I first heard about Coming Together when they put out a call for Coming Together: For the Holidays, edited by Alessia Brio. I had a Christmas-themed story, “New on the Naughty List” (which you can still read for free here until Dec 1), so I sent it in. I not only was interested in the theme of the anthology, but the charity it supported as well–Stand Up for Kids.  Being part of that anthology–as well as gifting copies of it–was the opportunity to share a story I loved and help homeless kids at the same time.

Strange Shifters

My most recent Coming Together anthology is Strange Shifters, which is also my second Coming Together anthology with Lynn Townsend. This anthology, feature sexy shapeshifters, donated all proceeds to Bat World Sanctuary. This was the first story I wrote (well, rewrote) after being critically ill this year. In a year where I am most thankful to still be alive and able to write this blog post, it is fitting that my only publication of 2015 be part of a charity collection.  My story, “A Reindeer by Any Other Name” chronicles what Blitzen was up to during the events of “New on the Naughty List” from Coming Together:For the Holidays.

 

Among the Stars

As a Sci-Fi fan, I leapt at the chance to participate in Coming Together:Among the Stars. While a fan of Lynn Townsend’s prior to participating in this anthology, I credit it as the catalyst to our friendship. If you read my story “Love is a Virus,” you won’t be surprised to know that I’m a huge Trekkie. (For the story of that one time Wil Wheaton saw my horrible TNG fanfic, go here).

As “New on the Naughty List” is currently free, and I’ve recently excerpted “A Reindeer by Any Other Name,” I decided to share a snippet from “Love is a Virus.”

When Lily turned to carry the plates to her table, the ensign was standing next to it. “You can be casual. This isn’t Central Command, and I’m too damn tired to be formal,” she said as she put the plates on the table and dropped into a seat.

“Yes, ma’am.

Oh for fuck’s sake. “Lily.” She pointed at herself. “Saanvi.” She indicated the other woman. Maybe that will calm her down.

“Yes, ma’—.” She closed her mouth abruptly. Taking a deep breath, she began again, “In that case, should I—? Can I—?” Saanvi’s voice trailed off as she indicated her uniform jacket.

“Sure, if you want to.”

Ensign Patel removed her jacket and carefully hung it on the back of the chair. Beneath the jacket, she was wearing a regulation black t-shirt.

Maybe this isn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Lily glanced out at the stars, drinking deeply from her wine glass, but it was too late. The image of Saanvi’s breasts straining against the fabric of the shirt had already burned itself into her brain.

“Lily?” Saanvi seemed to be testing the word on her tongue.

“Yes?”

“I like your hair down.”

“Thanks.” Feeling a bit flustered, Lily focused on her salmon. When she regained her composure, Lily began again. “So, tell me how things have been going. I heard you really stepped up this week. Still healthy?”

“I was happy to help.”

“Personally, I was hoping for the flu. Then I’d have an excuse to go back to bed,” Lily joked, trying to put the ensign at ease.

Saanvi glanced across the room at the Captain’s large bed and sighed wistfully. “If I had a bed that big, I’d never want to leave it.”

If you were in my bed I wouldn’t let you leave it. Shit. Stop it, Dawes. She saluted the bed with her wine glass. “Rank does have its privileges.”

 

Share the name and link of your favorite charity and tell me why you support them in the comments below between now and November 30, 2015. 

On Dec 1, 2015 I’ll randomly select a comment, and I’ll donate 25 USD to your charity (I’ll send a screenshot to you via email to prove it.).

 

ETA—Thanks-Giving Back Hop Links
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New Release: Strange Shifters

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Strange Shifters is now available in print and digital versions!

My story “A Reindeer by Any Other Name” is included in this anthology. If you liked “New on the Naughty List” from Coming Together: For the Holidays last year, you’ll want to read “Reindeer.” It’s the story of what Blitzen was up to while Lucy the Elf was seeing whether Matthew belonged on the Naughty or Nice list.

“Going home for Christmas?” I asked.

Nik shrugged. “My parents are Hindu, so we didn’t do the whole ‘Christmas’ thing.”

He just gave the most sacred word at the Pole air quotes. Is this love?

“I’m waiting for the twenty-sixth, y’know? Back to normal,” Nik continued. “You?”

“Yeah, I’m going to spend the holiday with my family. I’m over it, but they’re really into Christmas. I’m the weird one,” I replied. Really into Christmas was an understatement. The lives of Santa’s team revolved around Christmas. It dictated everything from whether we could fly to the strength of our magic. Every day on the calendar was all about how many days were left until Christmas.

“Good thing I’ve always found weird synonymous with sexy,” Nik said.

Intending to share a friendly kiss, my lips brushed his. He responded by taking possession of my mouth, and pulled me tight against him. I met his hunger with my own, until we reluctantly broke apart. Much more of that and we’d be naked in the middle of Newbury Street in minutes.

I’m sharing pages with so many awesome writers. I can’t wait to read the rest of the anthology.

Introduction: The Animal Inside…

Bored in Heaven                                      Daniel Burnell
A Hand Outstretched                       Elizabeth L. Brooks
Gator Tail                                                 Leigh Ellwood
Mine                                                     Emma Whitehall
Small Change                                              Adrik Kemp
Moonlight Ride                                            Marie Piper
Water & Fire                                          Jaap Boekestein
Circus                                                      Nickie Jamison
The Storyteller                                            Tony Haynes
The Dive                                                       Lukas Scott
A Reindeer by Any Other Name               Delilah Night
Tar Pit Triage                                               Lily Malone
Valkyrie                                                  Nickie Jamison
Champ                                                  Margot McGuire
Woman without a Shadow                          Bruce Meyer
Rezoned                                                          T.B. Bond
Mouse Games                                       Lynn Townsend
Snowbound                                                Lisabet Sarai

I have FIVE free pdf copies of Strange Shifters available to anyone willing to write a review (amazon, goodread–or cross posted). You do *not* need to review my story.

Also, I am making New on the Naughty List available for free through Dec 1, 2015. Read Lucy’s story, then buy Strange Shifters to catch up with Blitzen. Or vice versa.

Bookshelf

I’ve finally gotten my last few releases from 2014 in paperback.  Presenting my new and improved bookshelf of published work….

 

books

My first book (part 2)

Yesterday I shared the first half of a book I wrote in third grade.  I was obscenely proud of this work, which I guess goes to prove why I still have it 28 years later.  Today I’ll share the second half.  All spelling and grammar errors are as written.

DSC_0646So one day the princess started to build a boat, a steamship, that was humongously huge that would hold billions and trillions of Unicorns to take them to Colorado and California and Florida.

DSC_0647Having that happy thought, the princess started on her merry way. The princess started to sing a little song that went like this:

Hi ho hi ho

It’s off to Unicorns I go,

And off we go to Colorado

And I sing hi ho hi ho hi ho.

Off we go hi ho hi ho,

Hi ho hi ho hi ho hi ho hi ho

Hi ho o o o o o o o o o.

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And finally after many long days and nights she found her people, the Unicorns, but this is not the end.  The Unicorns visited Colorado and they found nasty Pegasuses that thought only Pegasuses were the best.

DSC_0649They had a terribly bad war between the Unicorns and the Pegasuses.  One day something happened, a baby Pegasus and a baby Unicorn met each other and became friends and the grown-ups did too.

The End

*mic drop*

No I did not skip pages or switch in other stories.  That is it in all of its confused and inconsistent narrative glory.

Questions that I would love to ask my 8 year old self after reading this

  1. What were the special powers that the Queen/King/Prince have and how did the Magicians overpower them?
  2. Wait, how did the Princess find them when yesterday you told me that she never found them because they were on the Disappearing Island.  TELL ME MORE ABOUT DISAPPEARING ISLAND.
  3. If Colorado didn’t work out, what about California and Florida.
  4. And while we’re at it, how did they get a massive ship to the mountains of Colorado?
  5. Tell me about the war!
  6. How did two babies hammer out a peace agreement?
  7. Aren’t you scared that Disney will hit you with a copyright infringement suit?

I’ll be back later this week to rave to you about Tamsin Flower’s new project, Alchemy xii

My first book (part 1)

We recently excavated our storage closet.  Among outgrown baby clothes and tax returns from four years ago I stumbled across the magnum opus of my primary school writing career-The Last Unicorn.

Here is the first half of the book I wrote, edited, illustrated and TYPED on an actual TYPEWRITER because I’m old.  I’ve decided to share it with you because it’s just so damn bad.

All spelling and grammar errors are as written.

DSC_0641Once upon a time there were millions and trillions of Unicorns.  There was a greedy king who wanted everything including every single Unicorn! Finally one day the king said “I Have It! I Know How To Get Those Unicorns To Work For Me, Me, Me!”

DSC_0642All his subjects asked, “What?”

He said, “I shall call my Magicians, Hingle, Mingle, Shingle, and Bingle to put a spell over Uniland. But there is one problem. The King, Queen, Prince and Princess Unicorns cannot be captured because of their special qualities.  But I want them never-the-less.  My Magicians can take their powers away ay.”

DSC_0643But in Uniland they were setting up a plan to move because of the king, but that meant going past the castle wall.

When they did, they all got captured, all but one, the princess.

DSC_0644The princess started to cry. “My Mama, oh my Papa, oh my poor brother, oh my dear Unicorns. Oh me, oh my, what am I going to do?”

After a long time she stopped crying and said, “I will find the exact place that the king has put all the Unicorns.”

DSC_0645One day the princess said, “I think I have found the place that all the Unicorns are hidden.”  But she was very very wrong. She looked everywhere but never found them because they were on Disappearing Island.

Tune in tomorrow to find out the stunning conclusion to The Last Unicorn…

New Arrival

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I got back from Bali to find my contributor’s copies of Nine-to-Five Fantasies (ed. Alison Tyler) in my mailbox.  I’ve been so wrapped up in end of year insanity that I totally lost track of the calendar, and the package was a welcome surprise.

Since moving to Singapore in 2010 I’ve become a devotee of the e-book.  Prior to my conversion, I’d always been someone who carried around multiple books (because what if I finish my book before I get home?).  I am very bad at returning library books on time, and I like owning books, so over the years my home library began to overtake my apartment.  Marrying a fellow book nerd did not help the matter.  Nor did spawning two excuses to buy tons of kid’s books children.  Moving halfway around the world to where books are twice as expensive and I worry about how we will eventually transport all of our crap back to the US was the impetus for the switch.  Now I have over 100 books on my phone alone (over 1k in my digital library), and all I need to worry about is my battery dying mid-read.

That said, there is something so amazing about holding a physical book that you contributed to.  Seeing it on your bookcase.  Seeing it in a bookstore (I’ve not seen any in bookstore in Singapore, but I’ve seen Irresistible on the shelves in the US and in New Zealand).  I may buy digital, but my heart still belongs to the physical book.

I walked around with a stupid grin on my face for hours.

Other Days

Other Days

I’m very proud to announce that Other Days has been published.  The story I excerpted the other day, “The Choices that Damn Us” is included in this anthology.  Available now on Amazon US/US in kindle form (book form in a week or so) and in paperback on createspace.  Kobo, smashwords and other formats in early 2015 (due to some Amazon rules).

Obviously I’m proud of my story, but I want to take a moment to tell you about my friend Jessica’s story “Lessons Learned.”  If you have ever wondered who the real Jack the Ripper was, you’ll want to read this one. I love the build of dramatic tension throughout and the ending gave me chills.

Here’s an excerpt of “Lesson Learned”

“Come on, Polly,” I overheard Ellen try to convince Mary Ann to go back to the lodging house, and remembered seeing the nickname in the files. Mary Ann was drunk and refused to go. I heard her tell Ellen she’d earned her doss money three times over already that night (and then spent it all at the Frying Pan) and was certain that with her new bonnet, she’d make it again.

Ellen gave up and walked away. I went cold. The bonnet. The new bonnet. Would she be out here at all if it weren’t for me and that bonnet? I felt dizzy, like the whole world was spinning around me. Leaning against a cool brick wall, I tried to catch my breath.

“Jules? Julie! You there?” A cacophony of voices shouting my name in my ear brought me back to my senses.

“Uh…yeah. Yes, I’m here.” I shook my head to wake myself out of the stupor.

“We’ve been trying to talk to you for over a minute already,” Tom’s worried voice crackled over the earpiece. “What’s going on?”

“Are you still trailing her?” Martin asked apprehensively.

I looked around for Mary Ann, but she must already have turned up Whitechapel High Street; I couldn’t see her anymore. I ran around the corner and trotted as quickly as I could in these damned heeled-boots up Whitechapel Street past Garden Street and St. Mary’s. Still no sign of her. I turned left in a panic up the short bit of road called Baker’s Row and then right onto Buck’s Row (as Durward was known then) and everything was still and empty.

“I see you, Jules,” came Martin’s voice in my ear, clearly relieved. “What happened?”

Out of breath and lungs stinging like fire, I just shook my head and threw my hands in the air in response, knowing Martin would be able to see everything through his goggles. I didn’t know what had happened. I hadn’t seen anything. Hadn’t heard anything. I turned in a full circle, looking everywhere. My chest and throat felt tight with fear and frustration. I just wanted to cry. Had I missed some clue as I’d dashed along Whitechapel Street? Or maybe Mary Ann had turned up Thomas or Court Street instead of Baker’s Row? Or perhaps Jack already had her before I’d gotten myself together, back when I realized about the bonnet. I didn’t know her, but she was a living, breathing person, and I no longer wanted to find her killer—I wanted her to live.

Here’s the full Table of contents

  • Habejari’s Break by Kimber Camacho
  • House Call by Brandon Nolta
  • Deja View by Tim Koch
  • Affaire de Coeur by Susanne Hülsmann
  • A Fair Trade by Johannes Svensson
  • Escape Velocity by Melissa Swanepoel
  • Fire in the Bones by Marguerite Croft
  • Lesson Learned by Jessica Augustsson
  • Glass and Mirrors by Sharon A. Brown
  • Man, and None by Brandon Nolta
  • The Grande Complication by Christopher Reynaga
  • Contraband by Susan Hülsmann
  • The Karelian Egg by Robert Young
  • The Choices that Damn Us by Delilah Night
  • The Mer-Bell by Kimber Camacho
  • A Bird in the Hand by Johannes Svensson
  • Crux of a Faded Soul by Jennifer Silverwood

Edited to Add…Buy it here