Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Summer fun with BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean

What was your favorite part of summer vacation?

what was your favorite back to school supply?

What was your best favorite summer song and or movie?

What do you have planned the rest of this summer


Every year for summer vacation, my parents would take me to Atlantic City, New Jersey for two weeks. This was way back before the casinos, mind you, when it was nothing but sand, ocean, and boardwalk. We'd roast on the hot sand every day, then walk the boardwalk at night. I'd especially like taking rides in the rolling carts - which were sort of like oversized wicker strollers for adults, pushed up and down the boardwalk by attendants.

Notebooks. Even today, there's something magical for me in a clean, unused notebook. I really liked the five subject, spiral bound ones, although in grade school we were only allowed to have those black-and-white marbled ones. Then again, I had to use cartridge pens in grade school because the nuns thought ball point pens were the work of the devil. At least, that's the only reason I can think why they forced us to use those messy cartridge ink pens.

My favorite summer songs are the surfer songs from the sixties. Nothing screams summer to me like listening to the Beach Boys or Jan and Dean.

In August I'm flying to San Francisco to see my son. We'll do Alcatraz again, Fisherman's Wharf, Muir Woods, Chinatown, and the Westchester House.

B.a. Tortuga

1. I hated not being at school, to be honest.

2. Crayons

3. Grease

4. B.a. 4. Jodi Payne and family are coming for a week. 😀


I always loved the first few days of summer vacation – school was over, and the whole summer was spread out in front of me. Of course, by the time August rolled around, I was totally looking forward to school starting up again. I loved school and summer holidays were too long.

I loved all the binders and I always wanted the ones with the separators and the extra pockets and stuff in them.

I’d have to say Grease. Just hearing the name or seeing a scene from it makes me think summer.

For the rest of this summer I will be writing, trying to keep cool. Writing some more. Oh, yes, and trying to keep cool and looking forward to fall weather.

I loved being outside. I was an outdoorsy kid.

Pens and markers

What my dad called beach music. The Drifters, the Temptations, the Coasters

Going to Ruidoso with some very dear friends and writing.

Visit our websites:

Sean's is http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com

Julia’s is http://www.juliatalbot.com

BA’s is http://www.batortuga.com

Kiernan's is www.KiernanKelly.com


Sean -- https://www.facebook.com/SeanMichaelWrites

Julia -- https://www.facebook.com/juliatalbotauthor

BA -- https://www.facebook.com/batortuga

Kiernan -- https://www.facebook.com/kiernan.kelly

Saturday, July 28, 2018

New Release By S.C. Wynne

Morning all! 

I wrote a short story for Ellora's Cave years ago before they closed. It was called Guard My Body and it was for a special call they had for characters that were in their fifties. It was only around 17,000 words and I ended up adding lots more and rewriting the story hugely. I also changed the name to Redemption. It came in at  35,000 for the re-release. It was fun revisiting these two characters who had meant so much to me.

I loved the idea of writing a sexy story about older men. There is such an odd perception in our society that once you're over thirty you're supposed to just stop being a sexual being or something. It's a rather odd idea in my opinion. You don't have to be in your twenties to feel sexually attracted. This story deals with a man who loses his love of thirty years. He struggle to realize he can love again, without dishonoring the love he had before. 


After losing his lover of more than thirty years, Andrew struggles with guilt and grief on a daily basis. He wrestles with the idea of moving forward, and leaving the memories of his past lover, Rory, behind. Even if he had the courage to look for love again, he’s in his fifties, and has been out of the dating game for decades. What could he possibly have to offer someone else?

Michael has spent most of his life hopping from one lover to the next. He longs for the stability of a relationship, but is afraid he’ll have to sacrifice heat and chemistry—until he lays eyes on Andrew. From their first conversation there is no denying they have an emotional and physical connection.Will these two men figure out that age is just a number, and the future is bright for those who reach for it?


The servers circled the table filling our wine glasses and setting little spinach salads in front of us all. I was trying to converse with my hearing impaired friend when something brushed against me on my other side. Someone sank into the chair next to me, and my breath caught in my throat when I saw who it was. Sexy dark-haired guy was sitting in the chair, smelling of orange flower and lavender. My pulse sped up as his shoulder brushed mine, and he turned to stare into my eyes. I let out a surprised grunt and met his friendly gaze.

“Oh good. I didn’t miss the meal.” He smiled, and I went weak in the knees. Thank goodness I was sitting. He had a tiny dusting of gray around the temples, but his skin was tanned and almost flawless. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown, and his lips full and supple. He was even more striking up close, and my pulse responded by jangling insanely like earlier. “I had to take a call.”

I didn’t respond. I just stared and then turned back to my spinach salad. I forced myself to continue eating, but I couldn’t taste anything. It was hard to assimilate things when I felt like I was having a heart attack. The lady on my other side wasn’t having any trouble eating. She’d given up trying to talk and was digging into her salad as if someone was going to steal it away.

“Close friend or acquaintance?” Dark-haired guy asked me. His intense gaze came to rest on my mouth briefly.

I stared at him blankly, as if I didn’t understand his question. It’d been a while since I’d bothered to read the signs of attraction from another man, but I could sense that he felt what I felt. Sexual attraction was pretty straight forward. My gut ached as the same guilt from earlier attacked me as my body responded to his sensual glance. Rory had been the only other guy who I’d ever lusted after the moment I’d met him. We’d had an immediate connection, and until now, no one had ever struck that same salacious cord in me.

“With Fredrick. Are you a close friend or an acquaintance?” He smiled at my confusion, and that almost made it worse. His smile was white and warm, with perfect little dimples.

“Friend. Close friend.” I grimaced. “But I also work for him.”

“I see. So you’ve known him a long time?”

“Yeah. I met him straight out of college, so a really long time.” I winced. “How time flies. Jesus, college was an eternity ago.”

“You’ve held up very well.” His smile was easy going, and his gaze approving.

“Good genes, I guess.”

“Whatever the reason, it’s a nice package.”

My face warmed at his heartfelt compliment. I knew I was good looking for my age. I had blond hair that for some reason wasn’t graying yet, and because of my job, I was forced to work out. I had a lot more muscle than most guys my age. But in my profession you had to be tough and in great shape. However, I didn’t kid myself that I was in this guy’s league. I wasn’t quite sure why he was looking at me like I was.

“It’s all smoke and mirrors.” I avoided his gaze. “Of course, Fredrick is much older than me.”

“Well, yeah, that I could tell.” He ran his eyes over my body again, and I squashed the desire to do the same to him. I was already more aware of the heat of his thigh near mine than I needed to be. “Of course no one really knows Fredrick’s real age, do they? He’s very secretive. Maybe one day I’ll hire someone to break into his safe so I can take a peek at his birth certificate.”

“Rumor has it he used to lunch with the The Pharaohs.”

He grinned. “Knowing him, he made them pick up the check too.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “No doubt.” Something about him seemed familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

He picked at his salad and turned back toward me. “So you’re his friend, but you work with him?”

“Uh… for him.” I was uneasy about telling him what my job was. It was a perfectly respectable profession, and I didn’t need to feel like a poor relation. My shame probably stemmed from having gone from being equals or partners with Fredrick, to working under him. After the downward spiral I’d been in from Rory’s death, I now relied on him for a job. No one else would have hired me. And I didn’t blame them either. I wouldn’t have hired me back then. “I’m his bodyguard.”

His perfect dark brows rose. “He needs a bodyguard?”

I nodded. “He has a great success rate at work. But when he loses, his clients aren’t the forgiving type.”

“I never thought about what happens when he loses a case.”

“He doesn’t lose often.”

“Very true.” A small wrinkle appeared on his forehead. “Bodyguard, huh? Sounds dangerous.”

“Danger is my middle name… or my first, I forget.” I smirked. He looked distracted now. Maybe my lowly job had turned him off. Or maybe I had a piece of lettuce hanging from my chin and he didn’t know how to tell me. Either way, I figured it was fine with me if he lost interest. I hadn’t wanted his attention to begin with. Right?

He set his fork down and shifted to face me. “Speaking of names, what’s yours?” He suddenly looked very serious.

“My name?” His sudden change in demeanor had me uneasy.

“Yes.” He frowned. “Your voice is familiar.”

“It is?” I gave an uneasy laugh. “My name is Andrew James.”

“Seriously?” He shook his head and shot an irritated look toward the end of the table where Fredrick sat. “He is unbelievable.”

I frowned. “I’m sorry?”

“That sneaky son of a bitch.” He continued to glare in Fredrick’s direction.

“What’s wrong?” I’m sure I looked confused at his sudden irritation with my boss.

His jaw was tight with tension. “Please know I had no idea this was going to happen.”

I was muddled by how he was acting, and felt like I was the only one who didn’t quite get the joke. “What’s about to happen?”

“Please don’t blame me, Andrew. We’re both just pawns in this unfair little game.”

A feeling of apprehension began to grow in my gut. There was definitely something about his voice that was familiar. “Do I know you?”

“Not really. Sort of.” He shook his head, looking embarrassed. “I’m Michael Lawrence. Well, to be more accurate, Dr. Michael Lawrence.”

Hope you enjoyed that little taste! I'd you're interested in buy the book I'll leave some links below.


Saturday, July 21, 2018

Telling Readers What to Read and Authors What to Write By S.C. Wynne

Good morning!

Most people know that this week, yet again, our genre exploded with drama. This rant from a certain element comes around every few months; the horror of women writing gay romance. It's usually the same players too. Every time it simply shows again that these angry authors just don't get what it is that makes books sell. They don't want to write to the readers market, they want to tell the readers what they're allowed to read. That's not how the market works. Whether you're talking about selling gay romance or pies, the consumer is who decides what the market is.

I get the feeling this type of angry male author doesn't understand why something sells. They seem very bitter that other authors, largely female, sell more books. They seem to want to drive female authors out of mm romance. But the thing is, this angry author in question is writing gay fiction. He's catering to a different audience. He isn't writing mm romance, so why is he so angry at those who do write mm romance who are successful? He accuses female authors who write to market as not being allies. Apparently we're evil for writing stories that readers actually want to read? Our stories aren't realistic enough .Well... we're not writing biographies. We're writing romantic FICTION. Our mm romance characters are no more realistic than the millions of stories written in MF FICTION. We aren't obligated to reflect true life. We're writing romance. Silly, entertaining fun stories that end happily. Why is that a problem?

This particular angry male author seems to be under the impression that we as authors have trained the readers to read what we want them to read. Um... nope. WRONG. The readers BUY what they enjoy. Authors don't drive the market, the readers do. THE READERS DRIVE THE MARKET. We can't force them to read what they don't enjoy. It's their money. It's their time. We have NO BUSINESS telling readers what they are allowed to read. Shaming readers will never work. It will not produce a profitable career. All authors can do, men, women and gender fluid authors, all we can do is write to what the readers want, if we are going to have a successful career. We can scream and throw a tantrum if we want, but it will change NOTHING. This holds true in MF books as well. Readers drive the market in all genres.

As a woman author of mm romance, I personally find it exhausting having to justify WHY I write the books I write. I don't owe anybody an explanation. Ever since this man's  ranting post, I see women authors all over Facebook trying to explain and justify why they write what they write. I call bullshit. We don't owe anyone an explanation of why we write what we write.

I also don't feel ashamed that I need to make money writing my stories. This is my job. This is how I support my family. There's nothing wrong with that. But I'll tell you this, writing is damn hard work, and as much as I love it, I doubt I'd put in ten hours a day doing it if I didn't make money writing. Whether I love to write or not, my family needs to eat.

I don't tend to weigh in on this stuff. As I said before, it comes around every few months. But this time, some of the things said were so horribly offensive, I felt moved to let off some steam. I'm very happy that the majority of readers have no ideas this drama is even happening. Thank God.


Friday, July 20, 2018

Why it's okay to unfriend, or it's another day ending in "Y" by Felice Stevens

Social media is an odd animal. Someone connects with you through a computer and not really knowing you, still feels the need to tell you what to say, how to say it and why. They believe being a friend on FB gives them the right to say whatever they want to you.

We are told that to have a lot of "friends" on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram is a sign you've "hit the big time." That you've "made it."
Well, I'm here to say in my opinion that's a big crock of nothing.

Lets see why.
I get friend requests all the time. Of course, being the savvy FB user, that means I check their profile. Do they have hate speech on there? Is there something that sends up a red flag to me? If so,  delete. But sometimes there are people who are friends with other of my FB friends and I'm sad to say I don't recognize who those "friends" are. Why are we friends? I never hear from these people, ever. Why did they want to be friends with me, or me, them?

We tend to friend authors and readers to become acquainted with the community. We believe we all share something in common—a love for the books we are reading. Unfortunately, that's not the case. ALL genres, not just MM romance have infighting. (Really. Can you believe  it?) It's merely a sign of the growing pains of a community that is feeling and finding it's way.

BUT, if you are friends with people and you see them behaving badly...really badly on FB, what do you do? Ignore them? Say something? Speak to them? Or simply unfriend?

It used to be that I would usually ignore or maybe unfollow the person. Out of sight, out of mind. But for the past few months, I've read some posts and comments from authors and other people in the genre that have gone beyond merely annoying me. Flies annoy me, but I can swat them away and they're forgotten. These posts have been cruel, hurtful and horribly offensive. I can't unsee. I don't forget. 

Few things will cause me to unfriend automatically. If you are an anti-semite or a racist, you're gone. If you advocate violence against children, you're out. Think it's okay to hurt/kill animals? Goodbye. And as a victim of an attempted sexual assault, I will boot you if you speak positively about rape.

Also, if you say nasty, mean and horrible things about my friends, bye bye. I keep my friends close. They mean the world to me, so if you hurt them, you hurt me. 

I don't care if it's three or thirty or three hundred people, if you prove yourself to be a person I wouldn't have wanted to introduce to my parents or be around my kids I don't need you as a FB friend. 

So I've started unfriending people. And trust me, I've been unfriended by people and have no idea why. (And a few I do and it's fine. Really.) But it's their choice. Like my timeline is my choice. It's freeing. I don't want to have to get angry every time I go online. 

Having a lot of friends on social media looks good on paper, but in reality it can be more stress than it's worth. It's time to take back our social media presence and concentrate on the people worth our time. Quality, not quantity should count.

What do you think?

Have a great weekend!

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Three things to beat the heat with BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean

Today we each bring you three ways to help with the summer heat.

A refreshing dish
A tip for staying cool on a hot day
Favourite hot day drink?

Dish? Tacos. I’m a taco girl all summer.
I stay cool by hiding in the house with the fans on and the lights off.
And iced coffee or iced tea. Iced caffeine is good for me.

My fave hot weather dish is tomato and cuke salad
Stay cool tip? Go to the movies!
Hot day drink is Sprite on ice

I like a nice grilled steak salad on hot days.
To stay cool, I hit the pool! As in going swimming - hitting the poor pool would just be mean.
I drink lots of ice water, but I also really like an iced coffee!

My go to meal on hot days is cut up veggies (with or without lettuce) with my homemade white balsamic dressing on it - 1 part olive oil, 1 part white balsamic vinegar, a couple dashes of lemon juice, some italian seasoning, salt and pepper to taste, shake well.
To stay cool, I shut the house up tight and turn the air conditioner on, then I add a fan blowing on me.
My favorite hot day drink is cold water. I`m not adverse to a frozen margarita either, though.

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Saturday, July 14, 2018

Rejection By S.C. Wynne

Morning all!

Rejection is a weird thing. Even when you're ready for it or assume rejection is on it's way, it's still hard to swallow. Authors deal with a lot of rejection. Even if you self publish, you get rejected by readers. Who knows why one person loves your book and another hates it? Any time I get a mean review, I go and check a few authors I respect and love, and there are ALWAYS one star reviews on their books too. That puts it in perspective for me.

But I still hate rejection. lol

Sometimes rejection is a good thing. I've had books turned down by publishers before and the truth was that was the best thing for me. That rejection often allowed me to self publish the story, and make ten times the money quickly. But still, that rejection stings. It's strange. You'd think I'd be happy because I made a lot of money.

I guess rejection hurts because no matter where you are in your writing journey, or just life, rejection is personal. Even when people say it isn't, it feels personal. I remember one of the things that shocked me the most when I published my first book many years ago was that a fictional story could actually have people hate it. They didn't just not like it. THEY HATED IT. Their reviews were so mean it felt like they hated me too. Certain reviewers would pile on the gifs and mean criticisms, I guess thinking they were clever and witty? Personally, I found them childish and ill mannered. Whether on my books or fellow authors books, there's no need to be rude and arrogant about your opinion. You're entitled to your opinion, of course, but the best reviews are ones that are constructive, not childish. IMHO.

I will say when it comes to my writing career, I'm so much thicker skinned than I used to be. Maybe because I'm more confident in my abilities these days. I also learned never, ever to go to Goodreads. I haven't been there in years for anything other than accepting friend requests.

What about you? Do you crumble under rejection or does it roll off your back?


Tuesday, July 10, 2018

It`s HOT with BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean

We are all too hot to think this week so instead we present to you the following pics.

Feeling cooler yet? Yeah, neither are we....

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Discipline: New in Audio!

Deviations: Discipline
New in Audio!

It's finally out! After a little tug of war with ACX, the audio version of Discipline is available for purchase. YAY!

Buy link: 

Tobias and Noah explore their relationship more deeply than they ever have, not just with their own dominance and submission, but with their friends.

As Noah helps Tobias through the loss of someone dear, he finds Tobias helping him, too, leading him through some intense sexual games, breaking down the last of Noah's fears, and helping him face his biggest one. The cage.

Meanwhile, Tobias' ex-lover, Phantom, becomes close friends with Noah as they discover and try to resist the simmering sexual tension between them. Their teasing turns to real support when Phantom reaches the breaking point thanks to the lack of a master in his life, something he desperately needs.

While Bradford works to become that master, Tobias and Noah go to Paris, where they see the sights, go to sex clubs, and re-negotiate their contract. Returning from Paris to their own lives brings then all sorts of new difficulties, from deciding whether they should live together to trying to figure out just where Phantom belongs in their ever-changing relationship.

Deviations: Discipline is the third book in the popular Deviations series, which begins with Deviations: Submission, and Deviations: Dominance. Chris Owen and Jodi Payne have another winner on their hands, a gripping, emotional tale that you won't want to miss!


Tobias cursed as he came across yet another torn up intersection. Traffic was a mess all through the downtown core, and his frustration level was rising with every one-way street he had to navigate. He was going in a circle, he just knew it, and Lincoln Avenue was always just out of reach.

The trouble, he decided, wasn't so much the damn construction as the sheer idiocy of the drivers who simply wouldn't get out of his way and let him get home. "It's not even close to rush hour," he muttered, talking out loud in uncharacteristic frustration and trying to ease around yet another truck offloading dirt or equipment or something. He hit the gas and then the brakes as a woman in a PT Cruiser cut him off and gave him the finger.

"And you would think," he added, "that with all this crap going on... I could at least lose this fucking erection." An incredibly persistent one at that, one that had been with him to varying degrees since he'd woken up from a morning dream about Noah and new leather wrist cuffs that had complex and intriguing chains dangling from them. He'd been hard off and on since then, and his body was definitely settling on full hardness at the moment.

He took another breath and looked around at the traffic as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his irritation growing. "But no. Not today. Today, I'm cursed with an iron dick, a schedule that's opened up, a submissive at work, and endless traffic. God damn it!" He slammed his hand down on the steering wheel and a miracle happened: the road in front of his car emptied.

So he hit the gas and took off, heading for home. The sudden siren and flashing lights in his rearview mirror made him glance down at the speedometer in dismay. "Ah, shit." With a sigh he pulled over and undid his seatbelt.

A chest in uniform appeared at the driver's side window. A knuckle tapped on the glass, and Tobias rolled down the window, stifling another sigh. The cop had one hand on his gun. As if Tobias could make a bid for freedom in this traffic.

"License and registration, please," a voice requested in an official tone, and Tobias dutifully reached for the glove compartment. "Wait a minute." The cop rested an arm on the door and ducked to see better into the car. "Do you have any idea how fast you were going, sir?"

"Jesus Christ," Tobias groaned, his head falling back on the seat. "Yes. Too fast. Would you like to know why, Noah?"

"That's 'Officer Dolan,' sir, and, yes. Yes, I would." Noah grinned widely.

Tobias rolled his eyes. "Well, you see, Officer Dolan, I have a smart-mouthed lover whom I can't get out of my head." He pointed to his lap. "I was in rather a rush to call him. Or at least think about him in private."

Buy Discipline Here: http://bit.ly/DisciplineAudio

Happy Sunday!


Saturday, July 7, 2018

Do You Judge A Book By It's Cover? By S.C. Wynne

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Good morning, all!

Just FYI, this post actually has nothing to do with book covers! :D

I was watching the Bachelorette with my daughter the other night, and there was one guy who we immediately dismissed as A TYPE. He has long hair and he looked like he was probably self-absorbed and kind of a Fabio type of guy. But now we feel really guilty because he is the nicest guy and very thoughtful and kind hearted. (I doubt she'll pick him and he will no doubt get his poor little heart crushed... but I digress)

It got me thinking about how often I do judge things based on the surface appearance. I don't think I'm the only person who does that because I see people judge others for being fat or black or poor quite often. People judge people all the time based only on the surface. It's such an odd thing. Why don't we simply wait to make our decision once we have some info? lol

I think women worry about this type of judgment more than men. Not to say guys don't suffer from it too, obviously they do since I just judged that poor guy on the Bachelorette. But I do think women in general are judged on our appearance more. Maybe you disagree, and I'd love to hear your opinion down below. But it does seem like the first insult a man always goes for with a woman is her looks.

This sort of shallow dismissal of people based on surface things is a drag. Especially as you get older. I mean, there is only so much anyone can do to try and look their best. I don't like the idea of plastic surgery. The most I might do would be botox, although I haven't yet!

I suppose I wrote this post because I hated realizing I judged people like that. I would like to be the kind of person who reserves judgment about another human based on actual facts. If they look like a jerk, well, maybe they are a jerk. But maybe they're not. I'm going to try and be better about jumping to conclusions about people. How about you?


Friday, July 6, 2018

Find Your Tribe by Felice Stevens

When I first started writing I belonged to a critique group. Every week, we'd share a set number of pages, usually several chapters of our WIP and critique them for plot, structure, active vs. passive voice, etc. It was hard sometimes to get the criticism back and to see  my colleagues, whose opinions I respected, tell me that something I thought was brilliant....wasn't. LOL. 

But seriously, getting honest, critical feedback was so important and I know it made me a better writer. We had rules-never be hurtful, be kind but honest. Telling someone the book is wonderful and it's the best book ever, is not helpful. But ripping work to shreds isn't good either. It takes finesse and a delicate hand to become a good critique partner. Writing isn't stagnant—every book should be better than the last and we are constantly moving forward to get better, do better, be better.

Even more importantly than the critique itself was that in that process, I found a group of authors who became a support system. We formed on-line chat groups and cheered each other on when we submitted our books to agents and editors, commiserated at rejections and broke open the virtual champagne when each of us signed a contract. They were the ones I turned to when I needed a pick me up on a bad writing day, or when I'd see something on the internet that made me want to scream. When I had a breakthrough on a point in my WIP that gave me trouble, they celebrated with me.

But people come and go and some friendships died a natural death, not because of any falling out, but because we'd shifted direction and perspective. Luckily for me, I retained a few special friends and four years later we are still going strong, although we no longer exchange our chapters for critique. And I found new friends within the MM romance community. It took a while to find authors who meshed with  my particular brand of silly, but these friendships are like a life line now. We can bitch and moan and be real. We can talk about craft and share the latest publishing news we've read. We can brainstorm and show our covers and ask for opinions and talk about everything under the sun. 

Having people as a support system is such a critical part of the creative process, at least for me. Writing is a solitary business, but I love bouncing ideas off of my friends and hearing why they think something will or won't work. Funny enough, sometimes they remember my characters better than I do and will say, "You can't do that because it won't work with X's storyline."

So I guess what this rambling post is about is, find your tribe, no matter what you do. You never know when that tentative outreach could blossom into a life long friendship that extends way beyond simply writing.

I hope you have a great week, and happy reading!!

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Limericks from BA, Julia, Sean and Kiernan

We decided to write y'all original limericks today!

Kiernan Kelly

There once was a writer who needed

a deadline to hit unimpeded

she banged on the keys

and prayed on her knees

but the day came and went unheeded.

Sean Michael

There once was a man young and strong

Who had a dick nice and long

He knew how to play

Each and every day

And he’d share it with you for a song.

Julia Talbot

There once was a man from the 'Burque

Who met his new lover at work

They both loved to go

to the weekend rodeo

which turned out to be a great perk

Yep, I have cowboys chatting at me.

BA Tortuga

There once was a poor crazy writer

Whose boys would constantly fight her

They wanted to fuck

But settled on suck

Else the Dreamspun rules come back to bite her.

Can you tell we're all a little punch drunk?

Happy 4th y'all!



Visit our websites:

Sean's is http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com

Julia’s is http://www.juliatalbot.com

BA’s is http://www.batortuga.com

Kiernan's is www.KiernanKelly.com


Sean -- https://www.facebook.com/SeanMichaelWrites

Julia -- https://www.facebook.com/juliatalbotauthor

BA -- https://www.facebook.com/batortuga

Kiernan -- https://www.facebook.com/kiernan.kelly