City Lounge: Paris (Book Two, Chapter Fifteen: Vow)

Chapter Fifteen: Vow:

I awoke back in my room the next morning. To my surprise, I found Simone sitting at the foot of my bed, watching me. I sat up with a perplexed look on my face.

“Simone?” I asked. “You stayed here all night? Watching me?”

“I had to,” she said. “It didn’t feel right to put you to bed and leave you after your little trip?” At first, what she said didn’t make any sense.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Last night, you were upset about your ex,” Simone said.

“I remember that part.”

“Well, I let you get it all out of your system. When you fell asleep, I remembered my promise to make you forget about her. So I figured that you needed a little pick-me-up to help flush your misery out for a night.” More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Two, Chapter Eight: Season of the Witch)

Chapter Eight: Season of the Witch:

Simone has this powerful hold on me. Every night, I am reminded of this. Tonight was no different. I walked her home from hanging around at her mom’s cafe. It started with Simone nibbling on my ear. My whole body became tense.  When my eyes trailed downwards, she looked up at me with catlike grin.

“Entertain me,” she purred in my ear. Something in her voice ordered me to comply. My face turned red as I gulped.

“Simone…” was all that came out of my mouth.

“Please?” she asked. I hadn’t realized how close she was to my body. I lowered my eyes to where she had her arms around mine. More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Two, Chapter Three: She’s My Lover)

Chapter Three: She’s My Lover:

Last night, man. Wow!

Simone led me back to her apartment after a night at her mom’s cafe. Charlotte kept eyeing me in the corner like I was going to steal something. Marie smacked her in the back of the head.

“If you have time to stand around staring at the customers, you can go and finish your homework,” I picked up on her saying. I couldn’t hear what Charlotte was muttering, but her mother gave her a stern look.

“What was that?” she asked. Charlotte’s brown ponytail swung from side to side as she shook her head before heading to the stairs to her room. Somehow, I couldn’t help but to smile. Go Marie! More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Two, Chapter One: I Still Don’t Get it)

City Lounge: Paris

Chapter One: I Still Don’t Get it:

-Will-

Three days after that walk all night and I still don’t get it.

None of this makes any sense to me. I know last night, Simone invited me over to stay over to her apartment. I found myself smiling as I remembered what happened after she unlocked the door. Paula was good in bed, but Simone… Whew! I didn’t think French women could do that. I didn’t think that she was capable of doing that with her tongue.

Whew!

I could hear the shower running in the background. I was still confused by all of this. Simone could have any man that she wanted, but she chose me. I couldn’t figure it out. I turned my head to the bathroom door. Simone has work today, I know that much. What does she plan to do with me afterwards? More

The Snow and Writing

This Saturday brought me snow. Along with the snow, I had the need to write some erotica. So, I went for it. I enjoyed how the first chapter turned out too. The story is called Erotic Lounge and it’s about a woman who runs away from the mob who are after her boyfriend because he owes them money. After she escapes from her apartment, Ronda, wanders the streets until she ends up at a brothel. The madam lets her stay and hide under one condition: she has to get into a wooden trunk and watch the prostitutes have sex with their johns.

Chapter one has been written on Google docs. I can’t wait to get started on chapter two. I’m thinking about doing it on Sunday. As for what I’m going to with this piece after I finish it, I have no clue. I might post it here on this blog. We will have to see. I definitely will have someone read over the first chapter again. A friend of my gave me a gave a couple of suggestions to improve the gangster’s speak. The first chapter was more of set up. The next chapter will get steamier. Stick around for more new goodies to come out this and more City Lounge to be posted in this blog. For now…

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City Lounge: Paris (Book One, Chapter Nine: Curious Case of Simone)

Chapter Nine: Curious Case of Simone:

Tuesday brought pretty much the same thing.

This time, Simone wound up back at my place. (Still felt weird to say it was “my” place.) I didn’t understand what attracted her to me in the first place. I wasn’t rich or that good-looking. Still, Simone seemed determined to hang around me. I turned to her when we walked up to my front door.

“Hey, Simone,” I said. She rested her head on my shoulder.

“Uh-hm?” she asked. The faint smell of her shampoo made my sweat. My eyes turned upwards to the sky as I struggled to think of something to say.

“Uh… why do you like me so much?” I asked. “Is there like a bet attached to this or something?” More

City Lounge: Paris (Book One, Chapter Seven: Paris in the Rain)

Chapter Seven: Paris in the Rain:

Back in present day, I awoke to a warm body pressed against my back. Startled, I whipped my head behind me. A head of deep indigo braids was pressed against my back. The soft scent of flowers tickled my nose. My heart began to race the more I stared at deep dark indigo leaned up against me.

“Mmm,” the head’s owner murmured. A cheek brushed against my back as the rest of the body settled back in place for sleep. It didn’t help with the slender fingers against my chest. Despite little traces of memory flashing in my head, but nothing was connecting. Who’s sleeping in my bed with me? What happened last night? Did we even…? More

City Lounge: Paris (Book One, Chapter Five: Declaration)

Chapter Five: Declaration:

I unlocked the door to my apartment with Simone in tow. I had no idea what she was planning tonight as she nuzzled me on the nape. I tried to push her off.

“Hey, stop,” I said. She hung onto me as I tried to unlock the door. Simone kissed me on the neck again. I finally opened the door and she pushed me down onto the floor. I stared up at her as I got a good look at Simone without the flashing club lights. Those deep brown eyes still pulled me in. Right now, she looked like a lioness about to tear apart her prey.

“Uh…” I said. “Can we at least go to my room first?” She forced a kiss on my lips.

“Anything that you wish tonight,” this indigo queen whispered. More

Presenting… Bacchus’ Mistress

Title: Bacchus’ Mistress

Premise: Underground porn writer Michael Spiegel dwells within New Orleans’ seediest corners, wallowing in vice. He doesn’t sleep and he consumes alcohol like mother’s milk. He feels that he is falling deeper into the cesspool of human vice.

Rebekkah Foster, known as Bekkah, is a young stripper forced into dancing by her abusive ex-boyfriend. She doesn’t see any hope in her drowning situation, but she yearns to escape New Orleans.

Beth Monroe, known as Kitty, is a spoiled model who enjoys wild nights and drinking. She hates being controlled like a toy with a pretty face. Beth wants to be her own woman.

Joy O’Conner, known as Duck, is a hard-partying dancer. She can outdrink Michael to the point that it worries him. She has no plans to slow down. Despite her crudeness, Joy has her own strange charms.

Violet Thompson, known as Raccoon, is a shy prostitute. Childhood trauma pushed her down the path that she now travels on. She too longs to be free, but is too meek to even take the first step.

Amy Porter, known as Venus, is a troubled singer. She has the talent to go far, but her personal problems keep pulling her down into the decadent waste land of New Orleans vice. Amy has no way to guide herself back to the light.

Together, Michael and his angels will climb out of New Orleans’ cesspool of decadence and fix what is broken within themselves. However, they have to deal with the distractions that alcohol, sex, and parties have to offer.

Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TMM2AVY

Next up will be the short stories. Bacchus’ Mistress took so much to re-format. (What was I thinking with fifty chapters?) I got it done though. I already have Six Days compiled into an epub file. I just need to perfect the format and it will be ready. After that, more shorts will follow. Stick around for re-released things, but until then…

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Presenting… Sleeper!

It’s all re-formatted and ready for reading. I just need to wait for it to go through the other channels via Draft2Digital and I will be set and ready to work on the next book. For now, enjoy as I shamelessly self-promote my book.

Title: Sleeper

Premise: Tokyo department store manager Masami was raised in a strict upbringing where showing emotion was a sign of weakness. Because of this, she could not mourn the loss of her long time boyfriend, Hideki. His ghost sees this as an act of betrayal and sets out to make her grieve for him. After he assaults her, she is cursed never to sleep again until she mourns. With nowhere else to turn, Masami calls up her childhood friend, Jurou, to help lift the curse. Things take a difficult turn when Hideki possesses the psychiatrist to carry out his mission. Now, Jurou must fight to keep control of himself and his own old feelings for Masami as he tries to save them both from Hideki’s sorrowful wrath.

Link: http://www.amazon.com/Sleeper-Canojo-Koi-ebook/dp/B00O5HEPLE

Happy reading.

Next up? Bacchus’ Mistress! I already have the cover re-edited and looking better. I just need to re-format the book and re-publish it. That’s going to be a joy. (That book is fifty chapters long and I have to add the copyright, about the author, and other books pages too. Sheesh! Yikes!) Wish me luck! Until then…

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