The Great Calf Caper of 2014

In the tradition of WTF Wednesday, starting last night when we had two cows calving, checked them later and one cow’s calf was nursing on the other, who was in active labor. The Spousal-Type Creature and I traded meaningful looks across the fence, threw up our hands, and decided to leave them to it and sort it out today. Especially since it was getting on dark, the Offspring was tired, and the cow who was in the middle of calving is a rampant bitch. We expected two or three calves, but Dad reported four untagged calves with no idea who they belonged to. So we will get it straightened out at some point, but until then, the tradition of WTF Wednesday remains intact.

Now to the fun stuff…

I love lesbian sex. I love writing it, I love reading it, and there was that one time right after college...

Anyway not important.

The reason I'm excited about lesbian sex is because Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian Desire edited by the fabulous Cheyenne Blue and published by the wonderful Ladylit Publishing will be out on Friday!! I’m so excited about this anthology—the authors are wonderful, the stories are tantalizing, it’s just been such an amazing experience to contribute to this collection! It’s available for pre-order now, for the special launch price of .99cents. You won’t want to miss the great value in this superhot read!

Okay, and that was my allotment of exclamation points for the month…lol.

But seriously, it is a great collection, and it is wonderful to be included, and it’s a terrific price for the quality of the storytelling. The blog tour starts Friday also, so be sure to follow along and hear from your favorite authors.

Now then, last thing, this weeks WTF Wednesday Weekly Dose of Smut was inspired by Alison Tyler’s Flash Fuck Me blog. I’ve always enjoyed flash fiction, especially as a way to work through emotions or capture situations that feel like they have no other context at the time other than this brief moment in time. After all the threesome conversation last week, I was inspired. Anyway, enjoy!!

The Cowboy Problem on WTF Wednesday!

Its WTF Wednesday, so that means a new story on the Weekly Dose of Smut page! Please go over and check it out, I love this story. Have a great day everyone!

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WTF Wednesday

It’s a WTF Wednesday again this week, but lacking time to go into it, check out the weekly story under the Weekly Dose of Smut tab. It’s only up for a week (I swear this time!), so be sure not to miss it. Have a wonderful day and happy reading!

WTF Wednesday

WTF Tuesday has become WTF Wednesday. So what was supposed to be a day to share some work in progress (making it WIP Wednesday) has become a day in the life. Enjoy!



“What can I get you?”

The dark-haired woman wiped the counter with a bartender’s towel and braced her hands on the counter.

Alessandra’s wide-eyed gaze flicked to the blackboard hung on the wall behind the counter, traveling over the choices with a frantic terror



“I said no!” I hear my Spousal-Type Creature (STC) say over the Tom Petty playing in my earbuds.

It’s 9:30 P.M., the toddler is still awake, and the STC is attempting to put together some prefab furniture pieces for our kitchen storage project. I’m not sure who designed our old cabinets, but they are from a time period that apparently did not believe in storing cereal boxes in an upright orientation.

Stopping mid-sentence, I went to his aid. My STC is a terrific dad, rarely losing his patience, but the Offspring is at that stage where he doesn’t understand we tell him no to ensure his safety, not out of meanness.

The Offspring and I went outside to take a turn around the porch and cool off, literally since it’s probably the coolest August on record, while the STC located the screws our sweet little miracle hid in the chair.


Again, Alessandra felt that weight between her hip bones, as if something had settled there, constricting the air from her lungs at the same time to make her feel lightheaded.

“Thank you,” she said to the proprietress. Their fingers brushed as Alessandra took her drink, the cup rattling discordantly against the saucer beneath, causing Nicholas to wince. His tinnitus, from years spent hunting with the baying of dogs and bugles.

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76 words in this time before I heard a loud, familiar thump of a diapered bottom hurling itself onto the floor and a frustrated child start to cry. Again, mommy flies to the rescue, to a very hot child and a patient looking daddy.

“Buddy, sometimes in life we just can’t use the edge of the couch as a tightrope,” the STC explained.

After some teamwork, we did get the kid to bed, and all was forgiven. I even made my word count, finished the laundry, cleaned off the counter, cleaned out the refridge, took a shower… who says the life of a writer isn’t glamorous? ;-p

Five-thirty came way too early, and so did tremendous amounts of unexpected road construction on the mail route, a couple of detours, road closed signs, an irritated customer who keeps calling to complain about his mail, a certain co-worker who’s feet need to run as fast as her mouth, a child flipping himself upside down in the car seat… but it’s lunchtime now, on WTF Wednesday, and round 2 will commence post-naptime. I leave you all with one last snippet, from this morning’s writing session. Enjoy!



Vienne closed the space between them, coming to stand an arm’s reach away. She took Alessandra’s hand, turned the unresisting palm up to inspect the lines.

“You know what I saw here, earlier?”

Alessandra shook her head.

“Want. Need. Desire. You are so aware of everything, so keen to use all your senses. Yet you stay with that old man.”

“He’s kind to me.”

“I’m sure.”

“He gave me permission to be here.” Alessandra wished the words back in mouth as soon as they escaped, but she persisted. “I won’t leave him, I can’t, but…”

“But you want something else as well?”

Alessandra nodded.

Vienne trailed her fingers over Alessandra’s palm and wrist, eliciting the most delicious thrills over the younger woman’s flesh.

“Come with me then. I want to show you something.”