At long last, I do exist. In the last year every time I have thought I'd have time to write, it's blown away. I can't promise to post daily, but my goal is to write 2-3 times a week. I'm warming up for NaNoWriMo. 🙂 I've given you the two, yes two latest chapters of… Continue reading Boo!
Yeah, I'm still alive. Nearly drown by life... but not totally. Sorry it's been so slow. Working on that genealogy for the shifters universe. Working on keeping a roof over our heads and other things. I'm looking forward to a little peace and quiet later this month. Our favourite SCA event is in less than… Continue reading Coming up for air
While I'm working away on the family genealogy that's needed for the next few chapters of Riddles in the Wind, I figured I'd give you something to read. 🙂 I picked this up at my local library. I have to admit that I was flabbergasted to find it there! A book on kink... on Spanking... in our… Continue reading Sex with Shakespear
June 30th, 1975, England Libby paced restlessly as she waited for the plane to taxi up to the terminal. It was twenty minutes late, and it seemed an eternity. The tannoy system crackled overhead announcing the Pan Am flight’s arrival. As the airport staff began to open the doors from the customs area, Libby could… Continue reading Riddles on the Wind (8)
To say that we have been busy is an understatement. It has been a rough few months. However, I have a place to work. I have a house! It's painted! (20+ gallons worth) The furniture, what little we have is in place. Best of all, I'm getting back into the groove. I've begun to have… Continue reading Well…
Lynne hollered for Quin. She was tired, and his preoccupation with something on the TV was driving her crazy. She wanted to just curl up, but dinner wouldn't cook itself. “Quin!” “Just a minute.” “Please, Quin. I'm tired and I just want a little help.” “Just a minute.” Lynne started chopping up onions, but it… Continue reading Duct Tape
Tilly stood there, her mouth open in surprise. She'd been expecting the mousy husband of a shifter who was due to give birth any day. Instead, she found Andre and standing near a huge truck, a group of men, that were thin, and worn. Shifters. Near the front of the truck, three Natives. “Oh Andre!”… Continue reading Riddles in the Wind (7)