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Six Sentence Sunday #37
Reversal is out! It’s the third of the Curio Vignettes, five episodic novelettes following up on my erotic romance Curio (the Parisian man-whore book). Definitely the roughest of the series, emotionally.
I smile to myself, remembering how it felt to be this man, to leave girls giddy from having mustered the courage to even address me, as if I were someone special.
Someday they’ll even pay for the chance to fuck you, I want to tell that man. Don’t let them. The ones who coddle you now will pity you in time. They’ll pull the shades down and you’ll tell yourself it’s safer that way, but don’t believe it. Wait for the one who presses your face to the glass, the one who makes your heart pound so hard, in so many unexpected ways.
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Six Sentence Sunday #36
Craving is out! It’s the second of the Curio Vignettes, five episodic novelettes following up on my erotic romance Curio (the Parisian man-whore book). In this snippet, Caroly is waiting patiently while her agoraphobic not-quite-a-boyfriend, Didier, works through an anxiety attack, having just ventured beyond his safe zone to meet her at a restaurant.
From the outside we must look like a couple on the verge of a breakup, me the cheerfully oblivious soon-to-be dumpee. But fuck what people think. Behind closed doors in the safety of the familiar, he’s warm and kind and wonderful. Not my boyfriend—his occupation doesn’t allow such an easy label. But he’s my first and only lover, my friend, and what feels more and more like a partner as the weeks pass.
Just now he’s as comfortable as an arachnophobe crawling with tarantulas, but I look past the fear to find his beauty, and past his beauty to all the fascinating depths beneath his skin.
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Six Sentence Sunday #35
Just three days until Craving releases! It’s the second of the Curio Vignettes, five episodic novelettes following up on my erotic romance Curio. This installment finds us back in Caroly’s point-of-view, and she’s got it terminally bad for her Parisian prostitute not-a-boyfriend, Didier.
I sip my wine, liking the way he looks at me. Liking him, just being with him. If this is my first boyfriend, our romance doesn’t look like how I’d pictured it when I was that gawky mantis in Goodwill clothes. Our courtship is short on carnations and prom dresses, surprisingly heavy on the wine and antiques and orgasms. I missed out on getting groped in the cab of some redneck hockey player’s truck, but here I am in Paris, about to be taken to bed by a man so good-looking and so skilled at sex women pay for the chance to enjoy him for a night.My first love came half a lifetime later than I’d hoped, and though it may look a bit twisted from the outside, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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Six Sentence Sunday #34
Coercion is finally out! It’s the first of the Curio Vignettes, five episodic novelettes following up on my erotic romance Curio (aka the Parisian man-whore book). This’ll be my last six from this book. Next week maybe I’ll start taunting everyone with snippets from the next installment, Craving, which is out on September 26.
A beguiling, androgynous face worthy of a Dutch painting, high, rare cheekbones softened by those feminine curls. All of it even more enchanting in the candlelight.
Sometimes I see her touch her hips when she dresses, as though wishing there were curves there to accentuate. But with her angular body and her unusual face, she could buy the clothes off a couturier’s rack and be mistaken for a model. So utterly photographable and yet so terrified of being photographed. True, she is no classic American beauty—she is a single black pearl in a strand of the expected white, and so much lovelier for her difference.
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Six Sentence Sunday #33
Happy Sunday! Only a few days until Coercion releases on Wednesday—the first of the Curio Vignettes, five episodic novelettes following up on my novel Curio (aka the Parisian man-whore book). Keeping it simple, here are the story’s first six sentences:
Inside, my world is small. Safe. Within the horizon of a curved boundary, everything is brass, steel, nickel. Air and shadows. The busyness of Paris fades, growing as distant as space, reality replaced by the movement of gears, the snap of springs. The rhythm and flow of the Métro, of walk signs and traffic lights—all are gone, and I’m lost in the tick and pivot of cogs.
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Six Sentence Sunday #31
Happy Sunday! Long time no tease. Here are six sentences from Coercion, the first of the Curio Vignettes, five episodic novelettes based on my novel Curio (aka the Parisian man-whore book). This story will be out August 29!
It is a strange sensation to lie in this bed, a woman’s body against mine, and still suffer these insecurities. But Caroly’s no longer my client, and when she’s with me now I am only me, the faulty human, not the perfect man women pay me to be. It feels sometimes as though my skin has come off, as though she’s peeled away my clothes and not stopped at exposing my mere nudity, but shed every layer straight down to my heart and nerves and bones. If she lets go, I might come apart.
The anxiety hurts, so I go inside her body in my mind’s eye, and imagine all the places I might take her, within these walls. All the people we might become for an hour or two…women I’ve known and the man they wished me to play.
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Six Sentence Sunday #30
Happy Sunday! I’ve been away awhile, but here are six sentences from the second of five episodic novelettes in an upcoming series following up on Didier and Caroly, from my novel Curio (aka the Parisian man-whore book).
“Show me the things other women want from you.” And what you want from them, so I can be everything…so I can maybe, just maybe, be enough.
Without a word he leaves me, standing beside the bed in the low light. A button is freed, exposing a slice of his chest, then another, two more and the shirt falls away. My heart speeds as it always does in the face of beauty, how I imagine a hunter’s pulse races when he spots a buck, how a wine lover’s mouth tingles as he twists the corkscrew. Didier opens his belt with those deft, capable fingers, sheds his trousers and kicks them aside, revealing an erection hugged in the boxer briefs he favors, a single spot of wetness darkening the cloud gray silk.
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Six Sentence Sunday #29
Happy Sunday! For your pleasure, here are six sentences from that first in the upcoming series of short, episodic novelettes following up on Didier and Caroly, from my book Curio…
SPOILER ALERT!!! If you haven’t read Curio but plan to, skip this excerpt if you don’t want to ruin a character reveal.
I was born of my father’s infidelity and my mother’s consumptive infatuation. I’m a bastard and a prostitute, crippled by agoraphobia…but I am beautiful. My deeper flaws seem to go unnoticed, cracks in the stained glass, lost amid the dazzling colors of the whole.
Had I not been beautiful, who knows what would have become of me. I might be as I am now, shut away in some garret with my projects and my view and my wine, but no woman would call on me, certainly none willing to pay for the luxury of sharing my bed. I might be forgotten, left in a cupboard to grow pale and soft and unmissed, unable to escape of my own volition.
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Six Sentence Sunday #28
Hey, fellow Sixers! Long time no snippet. But here are six sentences from a new project, the first in a series of short, episodic novelettes following up on Didier and Caroly, from my novel Curio. Hoping to release this first story (currently untitled) in the summer. Thanks to everyone who shared kind words with me about the characters—your requests for more have not gone unheeded! Enjoy.
She fascinates me, Caroly. Her body, long and pale as winter, her rich, smooth voice softening the edges of that charming, homely accent. She arrived on my doorstep a virgin, a blank canvas, at once terrified and eager to be transformed. At first so cautious, yet never once has she dismissed any lovers’ game I’ve proposed. Every position and activity is a new delicacy to her, each sampled and many deemed worthy of ordering again and again…and my pleasure to be the man to serve her. At times she closes herself up, cold and tight as a mussel, but once you coax her open, she will let you swallow her whole.
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Six Sentence Sunday #27
Hey, fellow Sixers! Here are six sentences from my freshly finished novella Thank You For Riding. It’s for an anthology project I’m working on with some friends, on the theme of “strangers on a train.” The hero and heroine are trapped in a subway station, and rounding second base.
Her happily wandering mind was drawn back to the present as she felt something else wander—his hand drifting up her ribs, thumb glancing the side of her breast. It moved so slowly, she knew he was welcoming a protest or correction. He’d just have to keep waiting. Mark was the sexiest, nicest man she’d met in ages. He could grab her boob if he wanted. Have at it, handsome.
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Six Sentence Sunday #26
Hey, fellow Sixers! Here are six sentences from a nearly-done novella, for an anthology project I’m working on with some friends, on the theme of “strangers on a train.” The hero and heroine of my story, Thank You For Riding, are already cursorily acquainted, and they’ve run into one another on the last subway train of the evening. The heroine just got dumped, and is finding the hero’s friendly flirtations a welcome ego-boost.
She studied his five o’clock shadow, thinking idly how nice he’d look with shaving cream all over his face—that open face with its easy smile, temporarily stern to keep from getting nicked…chest bare, towel knotted at his waist, the squeak of his palm across the glass as he cleared the fog from the mirror…
Here, let me help you with that…and how do you like your eggs, by the way? Call in sick to work and have sex with you all day? Oh Mark, I really mustn’t…but I will. Paint my front hall wearing nothing but your mangy work pants, you say? Excuse me while I orgasm.
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Six Sentence Sunday #25
Hey, fellow Sixers, and welcome to my first SSS in the new blog digs! Here’s another six sentences from the now infamous Badger: A Strange Tale of Love, Sex, and Vigilante Justice—the book that’s reacquainting me with the joys of the form rejection letter. My kingdom for an off-kilter, like-minded literary agent!
I toyed with a couple ideas—slapping him, spitting at him, pulling him down by the neck and biting his lip open again.
But not yet.
If this really was a rare thing for him, surely we’d have more chances. Surely he’d want me, truly want me, after all this.
Oh, bad thought, Adrian, terribly, terribly bad. Feigning a proclivity for masochism had to top even orgasm-fakery on the continuum of Stupid Shit to Do to Keep a Man.
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