I like most of you have read over 800 romance & erotica books along with a few others ;-) I was so tired of women being rescued by men; so I decided to write!
Women can be a heroine. I endeavor to write more stories where events are part of life and there is not a loser, just moments in time.
I am typing away in Texas often or I can be next to you on a plane or train enjoying my next adventure.
Friendship will be a common theme in the stories. One thing that life has consistently shown me is that an individual can be fast but a group can go further.
You cannot help the family that you are born into; the magic is often in the people that willfully choose you. That you decide to share your sacred moments with.
Life is richer when we can cheer each other on or challenge each other in thought provoking ways. Everyone's story is not the same. So share yours as you please in the group Facebook Page.
“Go away please.” I yelled as the burglar was breaking in at the front door. He looked at me through the door’s glass and then kept working on the door. “Please don’t, my baby is here” I said loudly, he kept picking at the lock.
Fuck, he is really bad at this. I am so excited about slitting his wrist I can almost smell my own arousal. I needed something to take the edge off, the last few weeks of observing have been so fucking tedious and boring.
This ass hole entering thinks the woman that lives here with her family is home. He’s been watching her in plain sight all week in his old Accura right across the street. The problem with most surveillance systems, people don’t review the videos until something has happened.
I couldn’t afford for her to get herself and kid killed before I finish using her husband. So here I am, about to have a little fun. Although this ass hole is late, I was expecting to have cut him up and cleaned him up before I’m on shift at the cafe in ninety minutes. I can’t be late, have to continue to go unnoticed.
The door opened; its show time.