"Old-school Hardboiled Crime Fiction (and Sex) Imitation"
I saw her enter the office as if through a cloud of smoke. She moved towards my desk, a vague spectral figure in burgundy, her heels clicking against the cheap tiles, and I decided it was probably best to extinguish...
"A series of naughty stories told by a group of mediaeval traveller’s on their way to London from Yorkshire at the time of the Black Death"
Bawtry, The Swan, May 26th. A much more cheerful party reached Bawtry well before dusk after a brisk walk of about twenty four miles, having left the Lamb once we had broken our fast on bread, cheese and ale. The...
"A series of naughty stories told by a group of mediaeval traveller’s on their way to London from Yorkshire at the time of the Black Death"
IntroductionIn the late Middle Ages the Black Death, the greatest and most deadly outbreak of infectious disease in history, ravaged Europe, eventually killing between one third and a half of the population.The disease, which is caused by the bacterium Yersinia...
"Sexy antics in the life of a Flapper in 1923"
Chapter One.Enter Agatha.London, 1923."Sex, as a word, had not been mentioned out loud in my young days, but there had been plenty of it. Maybe not talked about so much, but enjoyed far more than nowadays. Though usually labelled 'Sin,'...
"A snowstorm, a country house for kinky travelers, and a vengeful guest."
PART ONEThe wind blew with ill intent, the unseasonably heavy snow pelting the windows of the More House. Mrs. Molly Rollins gasped. Not so much at the volume and aggression of the storm but rather the aggression of her newlywedded...
"Sometimes the life we choose can be so very lonely. Oh, the things we do for companionship…"
Prologue – 1924He cautiously made his way down the narrow stone steps. He could sense the answer was here. All the rumours, the stories–he was finally going to discover the truth. Here, in this small building–in this hidden room–he would...
"A Roman woman and her slave-friend seduce one another on board of a ship."
There was not even a hint of a breeze. With sails furled, the corbita lay motionless under the blazing sun. It was noon. The sailors were napping in the hold, and so were Pristinella’s parents, her brother, and their household...
"San Fracisco 1968, a massage parlor with a difference."
Back to the BayAfter an adventurous freshman year in the Ames, Iowa writing program, away from my repressive family, I was happy to sneak back to Berkeley and stay with ‘the sisters', Ella and Grace, in their rambling shared house...
"The origins of One Hand Luke"
Luke crouched in the corner of the building, bullets whizzing past him. It was a trap; he knew it now. The cattle rustlers had lured the US Marshalls to this stinking town and laid a trap. He watched as his...
