Saturday, April 23, 2011

A Hiatus From SSS

Thanks to any SSS devotee (or any friend for that matter) stopping by. I'll comment whenever I can and plan to resume playing as soon as work slows down.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

SSS. Lyle Wonders if He Hallucinates

Excerpt from Ashes. MuseitHot. May 27th 2011
A dying buzzard? More like a deathly ill, midget flamingo. The creature that landed in front of Lyle appeared deader than Myles.
Three feet tall at most, a foot of height added by its scrawny neck, the bird angled its head as if it were blind, wobbling on decrepit legs. Two feathers—faded crimson and gold—clung to its hairless, grey form. It looked like it should be hanging from the fist of a voodoo queen.

Many thanks to all of you who've commented on the SSS posts!!

Meet Lyle, in Six Lines

Lines from Ashes, releasing next month.
Set up: Vegas sheriff is driving. In the backseat, Myles' lover holds Lyle forcible on his lap. Suspected of fratricide, out of whack without his twin, Lyle thinks he's headed to jail.

Lyle squirmed under Renold’s thick arm, unwilling to stop the crap pouring from his mouth. “You should find a real fairy to give you a lap dance. Why didn’t Sheriff Dickwad handcuff me and have you ride up front? He’s hoping we’ll make out back here? Pervert sheriff belongs in a porn theater. I belong behind bars. You belong behind a guy’s butt that’s not mine. This is your gay weekend getaway, right?”

Friday, April 8, 2011

Meet Lyle's Identical Twin--Myles, in Six Lines

But Myles wasn’t mentally deficient, just so giving of himself and his belongings. A stranger would admire his shirt, and he’d take it off and hand it to him. An adult woman of any age would eye him. He’d grab her shopping bags and walk her home, chattering about her life with her. Pimps, crackheads, thugs, anyone with a spark of decency watched out for him. Threaten any stranger who’d ask Myles for some loose change, but then not move on after he’d emptied his wallet with a smile.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Latest Release from My Favorite Author

Barbara's son, Greg, is the genius behind the logo and newsletter. Who cares the kid won't read extraordinary erotic romance written, shudder, by his mom. He's a keeper.