Sasha Distan

excellent! we will now keep you hooked and wanting for several weeks!

thanks LBO!Gary just has the worse timing huh? Mark and Jay will have to learn how to wedge the door shut.

I never knew that was a song. Thank you my friend, and don't worry. I have.

Sasha Update: A Wolf and His Man is complete (for me), though you will still have many weeks of postings to enjoy, don't worry. Direct Confusion finishes next week (be brave). Writing on Redemption's A Bitch is still ongoing and Kieran being really rather vocal. No other hints. I have completed an anthology story for the Fall anthology: Scars, so y'all have that to look forward to as well. Non-GA releases: Limelight and Gin has been published by House of Erotica in a collection of sexy shorts called Flappers, Jazz and Valentino, and this is available on Amazon in kindle and paperback versions. While non of you were looking, I wrote a 14K 'short' for a science fiction anthology collection. I can't tell you anything else about it because the final list of authors is yet to be confirmed. Other writing projects: There seems to be no time at all between now and November, although there is. Once RAB is mostly complete I plan to add a few more tracks to the American Songbook and do some decent world building action for my upcoming cyberpunk novel. Without so many onrunning serials it will be nice to find the time to prompt again Also, there might be something with a horse in it.

all the tough guys are gooey in the centre.I'm glad you enjoyed it hun.

Writer's die a lot. Death, that thing that cannot be known beforehand: writers can be said to experience it often. They are often little deaths, small hard moments of pain which pass soon, but in the moment they are with us, they are all to real. We die when he kill off a character, we die softly and quietly inside when they say goodbye to us, we ache with pain when our muses refuse to release them to our waiting fingertips. Depending on how much one writes, and on how long those stories last, a writers can die several times a year. Fans of Direct Confusion will know just what I am speaking off, for many of you died along with Greg several chapters ago. For me, that pain was written a long time ago now, but even though I was in charge of the words as they came (for a certain value of the phrase 'in charge') it was like getting punched through the chest. And now there is a different death. Those who know me or have read interviews will know my general claim of not knowing my plot until it happens: the work is character driven, and boy are my characters often driven. But the end of this particular novella snuck up on me unexpectedly. I finished writing a chapter of A Wolf and His Man, and as i opened the next word document, I knew with an awful clarity, that the next chapter would be the last. So, I did the mature and sensible thing, and procrastinated as much as possible to avoid having to say goodbye. But say goodbye I did. Last night I wrote those closing words, and felt a combination of two emotions. A high bright burning joy that I was finished, done, complete; and a deep mourning for the friends that I had lost. Oli and Boris will go on with their lives, but I won't be there. I believe that this parting is a very sad one particularly, because I first penned the story concept of A Wolf and His Man something like 6 or 7 years ago. I am glad I waited, because it is a better story now than it would have been if I had written it just out of my teen years. It is a little death, one that will not hurt for long, and the shouting of other characters in my brain will help to wear down the sharp edges of the loss until visiting Oli and Boris again will not be so painful. And Kieran Tristan Toyne does shout very loudly.

he's a nice guy huh? I can only imagine how weirded out he'd be after the second time... they were fun characters to play with for sure.

pancakes

Thank you Ron. It was fun to write.

enchanted would have been easier. genetically malfunctioned is way worse.

“Can you give me one reason why I should believe you?” “Because this isn’t what it looks like. Really,” I wince. “Are you sure?” Gary looks down at me, and from my perspective, he’s standing on the ceiling, “’cause from here it kinda looks like you were getting a blow job from my best friend.” It is at this point that Mark coughs none too discreetly, jumps to his feet and straightens his lust-rumpled clothes. He grins at me quickly and I cover my beet-red face with one hand, still trying to m

*pins 348 down and straddles him* I got it! Edit: Done! Coitus Interruptus

brains!

seam

you can separate food and lust?

Well, Bay could have reacted better too, one of those awful situations where pretty much everyone is at fault somewhere.I am so glad you enjoyed them. If you've not started yet, I advise you to move onto Unexpected Liaisons next. it's the follow up. Both books are available as a twin release paperback, just in case you wondered.

It's not as though I like Alexander Volkov either... but he does make lovely furniture.

That might be the best description of what this story is really about. excellent.

It's not wrong that you want Oli to confront his dad.and no, you can't have anymore until next week. sorry.

Oli needs extra hugs. Oli and I share our SF credentials. I actually came to the Terminator films rather late, so I never saw the Sarah Connor Chronicles - I will see if I can convince the hubby to watch with me. He's a BIG fan of the Alien series, I like Star Trek (oh Kirk, starship captain of my childhood...). I should write more SF. did one for a HoE anthology which hasn't come out yet - it's fun!

sometimes we (me and hubby) don't shoot a bunny and sit and wait for them to get large and fat. I think if Buddy had brought Oli a dead rabbit, he would have been OK with that, but Oli's not a great werewolf, the imminent death of a bunny is not in his comfort zone.

*sprinkles the forum with baked goods, plaid fabric samples, and speedos* That'll keep them amused...

Yay!

you managed to use the word kwashikor in a rhyming couplet. I am terribly impressed. Boris is getting plenty to eat. and we want him to put on good weight, not increase his fat stores.

Some father's have redeeming features that are VERY well hidden. I love my dad, I do, but I did also use him as the main source of inspiration for Alexander (and no, not the screwing the dog part thank you, Tim). We got Smokey just before I left home, and I trained him for my parents before I left. He used to be the best trained dog. I see my father with him now, and it is obvious he loves that dog much more than he loved us when we were kids. He worked in London and was away a lot, mostly just late for dinner and gone in the morning, but the feeling is the same. I believe that he is proud of me, is his own never-to-be-spoken-of way He never banned me from telling my first boyfriend I was a werewolf though. That part I made up.