Snippet: Lou n Lucky #writing #erotic #paranormal #romance

Of course I’ve gotten distracted from Margot n Nori by another story. It happens every time I get close to the end! It’s gotta be psychological. Any who, this is an unedited snippet from my next paranormal tale, the second in my colored demon series. The first was How to Love a Blue Demon. I haven’t decided on the next color yet, but the heroine’s name is Lou. She’s an Oscar-winning movie director turned novelist, who’s fled LA and the movie business for Chicago and a new career writing books. As an homage to all us indie writers, she’s a self-published phenom. Her last relationship was with a woman, and now she’s got a yen for her new handyman, former Marine and demon in disguise Lucky – real name Lucire.Sexy flower

My last demon came from a far away star called Cyanus. Lucky will come from a matriarchal planet dominated by water. I’m thinking lush, green, Amazonian in feel. It’s still coming together, but I already love them. Oh, and Lou is British, in case you trip off the dialogue in later snippets. This excerpt is a flashback of the last time Lucky saw his family. It’s sweet rather than sexy. But you know I got you on that in a few. Hope you like it! – SS

“He must go, my love.”


“We talked about this.”

Sucire stood proud, her long legs braced, narrow bare feet gripping the earth as though she’d been planted, sprung up as straight and strong as a centuries old tree.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“You cannot, my love.”

“He’s too young. However can we consider sending him away from his home? It’s out of the question. I won’t have it. Maybe in a year or two I will consider it. For now he is much too small. He needs his mother, his family. We cannot trust his welfare to strangers, no matter how well they have been vetted. He is ours.” Continue reading

Snippet: Margot n Nori #writing #erotic #romance

Hey y’all, I think I may have figured out the ending! It’s so dramatic, I frickin’ love it – tee hee – but meantime, here’s a lil’ unedited snippet for you. This one is Nori talking, or thinking and talking, to his best friend Lado, who will be getting his own story down the line. Enjoy the joy, and tell me what you think! – SS

Lado called again to complain that he never saw him anymore.

“You don’t call. You only go to the gym these days at some ungodly hour. I send over papers, they magically appear signed, but you? It’s like you’ve fallen into a big black hole.”

“Or a little brown one,” Nori teased.

Lado laughed. “Filthy bugger. Are you ready to admit you’re in love yet, old boy?”

Nori scoffed. “I don’t need labels with Margot. She’s the only woman I’ve ever met who talks less than I do.” Continue reading

Three Reasons to Like Justin Theroux That Have Nothing To Do With You Know Who And Everything To Do With #Writing @Ellemagazine

I’ve always liked Justin Theroux as an actor, but I had no idea he was an accomplished writer until I read a profile of the actor in a recent issue of Elle. Now I like him as a writer because you know, being one myself, we are often partial to one another. So without further ado, three reasons to like Justin Theroux that have nothing to do with his famous girlfriend, who shall remain nameless out of sympathy for him constantly being attached to her and cheated of his separate identity like he had no career or life before her. Yes *gasp* I know that sentence was way too long.JustinT

One, he can successfully write funny. According to the Elle piece: Theroux cowrote 2008’s action comedyTropic Thunder, which made $188 million worldwide and earned Robert Downey Jr. an Oscar nomination. He also wrote 2010’s Iron Man 2, which took in $624 million, and cowrote Tom Cruise’s 2012 big-budget hair-metal spoof, Rock of Ages. I can’t vouch for Tropic Thunder or Rock of Ages. I refuse to see the first because Robert D’s in blackface, and I rebuke that bullshit on principle. I haven’t seen the latter because bad hair and that kind of rock music make me want to throw myself headfirst into an Erykah Badu CD. Continue reading

Snippet: Margot and Nori #writing #erotic #romance

Of course I’m having my usual end of book block. I don’t know if I’m sad the book’s ending, fearful the ending isn’t wild enough or both. But enjoy this lil’ unedited taste while I get my act together. This is the beginning of their love affair. Nori’s still an arrogant bugger – can you tell I’m simultaneously working on another story featuring a British heroine? – making mental conditions for a love affair with his next artisan. But our Margot’s got something for his ass. Ha! – SS

…It was weird. He’d never liked tall women, preferring them short and well rounded, and while Margot’s bosom was as curvy as he could want, she had to be at least 5’9, and everywhere but her tits she was as lean as a greyhound. He hoped she was stronger than she looked. The way she had him feeling, he wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to curtail his desire to be rough with her when he finally got her in bed.

He’d never seriously considered sleeping with someone he worked with. But then again, he’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted her, and he saw no reason why he should not have her. It was a capsule collection, after all. If things went badly, and instinct told him they would not, their association already had an end date. Sure dating one’s work colleague was a no no, but never say never, right?

Besides, she didn’t strike him as the clingy type. She was far too self-contained for that. Plus, he was French, he thought, grinning. There was always room for an exception, and Margot Temple was it. He was going after her, he would win her, and he would have her under him a, s, a, fucking p. He wouldn’t accept anything else… Continue reading

Snippet: Margot and Nori #writing #erotic #romance

This story has been flowin’ like crazy, y’all. The cover’s done. I got crazy action. It’s looking good for release next month if I keep up this pace. *crosses fingers* We’ll see. Meantime, here’s a lil’ taste for you. I haven’t posted anything about Margot and Nori in awhile. To remind you, she’s a jewelry designer, he’s the CEO of a global chain of high end boutiques. They do capsule collections for different artisans, and Margot is the latest. Nori’s not expecting to be quite this interested…Enjoy this unedited snippet!

Nori wasn’t sure what he was expecting. Of course he’d done his research, same as he did for anything or anyone looking to join the Ineffable organization. He knew Margot Temple was a 36 year old jewelry designer who’d been steadily making a name for herself for the past 18 years.

According to the bio on her web site she’d started making jewelry as a way to fund her college education, but when her jewelry became popular, she decided to stick with it. She never made it to college.

She was single, had never been married, had no children and had a small criminal record. She lived in a two flat downtown not too far from his home, and had been living in the building since the recession when she’d bought it for 1/9 of its original value, and paid half in cash.

He knew she had a reputation for being temperamental. That was actually a bit of an understatement; her tantrums were legendary in the retail industry. He’d done more research on that temper specifically after Candy recounted a few of the recent tidbits. Though there weren’t as many of them as he’d expected, and some of the stories he’d heard he’d bet money were exaggerated… Continue reading


The Eternal Quest For Simple Things @MiguelUnlimited #music #writing #erotic #romance

I must be having a Virgo moment. I’m staring at my place, looking at all the shit I need to do and haven’t done. The dishes sitting in their soapy bath of rapidly cooling water. Well, it was soapy. Most of the bubbles are gone. The clothes I didn’t hang up or lay out in preparation for tomorrow. The bathroom I didn’t clean, you get the picture. I did manage to mow the grass, and I wrote on and off all day. My next masterpiece is coming along nicely LOL.

I love this song. Miguel talks about the power of the simple things, of love. How he wants it so bad. Don’t we all buddy! It’s fucking impossible though. Not love. Even if you’re romantically challenged, which we all have been at one time or another, you can always buy love…in a romance novel. Got you! LOL.

No, I’m talking about grappling with shit. Things. Bah. I struggle not to buy. I know I don’t need half of it, most of it. I have enough, more than enough things, but I can’t seem to help it. I battle. To give things away, to organize them, to put them in their place, get them out from underfoot.

I suppose all could be solved if I had a maid. But that’s too easy, no? I want to conquer things. To be minimalist in the extreme. To have all avenues wide open, breathing deep and clutter free. So far the closest I’ve come is waging a full on campaign to shred every unnecessary paper. Last weekend do you know I got rid of every House Beautiful magazine from 2009 until July of this year? The pile came up to my frickin’ knee. It took like four trips to the car, but I recycled them all. The sense of accomplishment faded way too quick.

But I will keep trying. To keep things simple, I mean. To downsize, right size, eliminate, sharpen the focus! I want nothing to stand in the way of me and my fiction. The closer I get to it, the closer I get to you. :)

Love you,


P.S. I hope you like the new site. My latest effort to be easy and clean and clutter free to coincide with the release of Paying For It, which I hope you’re enjoying the shit out of!

Paying For It Is Finally Done, Y’all! #writing #erotic #romance

Paying For ItBeloved readers – it sounds a little over the top for an intro, but I mean it, and you know it – it’s been a long time since I offered you anything new, and I’m a low life scum sucking, full time non-romance writing career having jerk for that. I accept it. But here it is, Charlie and Tunie’s story, Paying For It, at long last. I sooo hope you guys enjoy this! I have everything crossed: fingers, toes, eyes, you name it. If you love it, leave me a review on Amazon, hit every like and tell all your friends – thanks in advance, mua! – if you don’t, I’m sorry to hear that, but keep it to yourself. I’m kidding. Not really.

I had a wonderful time writing this, and I’m hard at work on my next book. Snippets to start appearing next week!

Love you,