Monday, 20 February 2017

Guest Post ~ 20 February 2017: Ray Sostre




About the Author: Ray Sostre

New York born, East Coast raised, and West Coast bound
Writing erotica happened by accident in the summer of 2010. That same year, he established AfterDark Online, a site for erotic authors.

He lives in Nevada with his long-time girlfriend, is an avid listener of electronica, and enjoys writing and publishing articles.
He jokes: “I’m always looking for writing material.”

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Edited by:

Elizabeth Wright
&
Elicia S. Stoll

Cover Design by:

Tiffany Huegele




Blurb:

In this parody to the children story, there’s an adult twist – an erotic fantasy adventure. Allison Woodward and her step-brother, Steve Robbins, are pulled out of their world and into separate realms of Wonderland, where they not only discover a strange world but encounter the chilling events that unfold. What summons them to Wonderland will also summon them to fall in love in an unusual way, and while that love wouldn’t be explainable in their world, it is their only chance to survive Wonderland, along with the help of their Wonderland friends.     


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Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Midweek Tease ~ 7 December 2016: Night Ride


Welcome to Midweek Tease. A weekly blog hop aranged by the lovely Angelica Dawson, where amazing authors share a snippet of their work. It may be from something completed, or a WIP. Please follow the links to read everyone's offering. And remember, a comment is encouraging to a writer, it means so much. I have a small snippet this week that continues on from last week from my WIP Night Ride. Enjoy.


The carriage felt hot and sticky, being filled with strange bodies cramming, and rubbing against Madison. And the air , thick with a raised level of voices, seemed to be louder than usual tube train chatter. Even the swoosh of the doors opening and closing at stations seemed louder. She could barely hear herself think. The tube train jerked and jolted as it rattled along the ageing rails. Madison wondered why they always had the crumbiest trains running at night , that always felt like they could break down at any moment "I hope I can find a seat soon too," she replied with a strained laugh, as she struggled to keep a grip on the rail.

Suddenly, the train gave an alarming jolt and Madison lost her balance and grip on the rail, falling forward and almost onto the ginger haired man's lap. Her scarf caught on something, and Madison heard a tearing sound... Her coat fell open, and her white silk shirt gaped as she leaned toward him, part revealing the curve of a breast. Madison desperately, with arms flailing, tried to grab onto something so as to steady herself. This ended up being the man as she came to a rest part sitting on his lap, his big black coat rubbing against her stocking clad legs and causing her skirt to ride up a little.

"Well hello there again. If you had wanted to sit on my lap you only had to ask. It's not the best of pick up tactics, but seeing as you're here, I'm Bryn, what's your name?" His eyes wandered to the gape in her shirt, then averted them quickly, hoping she hadn't noticed.

"Madison. And I'm so sorry. I'll move."

"Well it looks like you've lost your rail. So you may as well stay here, and chat with me for a while. That is if you don't mind. I'd be glad of the company."

"On one condition. No talk of work. I've had a hellish day."

"Deal."





Sunday, 4 December 2016

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 4 December 2016: The Locket

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Every Sunday wonderful authors post eight to ten  sentences of their work. Please show some love by following the links and reading. Comments are always appreciated.  My snippet this week carries on my WIP, The Locket with a bit more from George and Beth.

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An uncomfortable silence filled the room and surrounded them for what seemed like an age. Then George shifted in his chair a bit and his low tones cut the air.

Listen Beth, I appreciate you coming to see me so much and to ask for advice. I've always been fond of you, and as for your husband, that son of mine, I've loved him since the moment he was born. Always have, always will, despite everything.

Why don't I make us some coffee, we'll think this through rationally and try and make sense of the situation. After all, you don't want to go home tearful, and breathing alcohol over Chloe. Where is she right now?

Beth glanced at the clock over the mantel. “She's at a friend's house this afternoon. Yes, Ihave time for a coffee before I go, thank you for your kindness and understanding.”

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

Midweek Tease ~ 30 November 2016: Night Ride



Welcome to Midweek Tease. A weekly blog hop where amazing authors share a snippet of their work. It may be something completed, or a WIP. Please follow the links to read everyone's offering. And remember, a comment is encouraging to a writer, it means so much. I have a small snippet this week that comes from a WIP Night Ride. Enjoy.


 Madison could usually beat the escalator if she ran down the steps, and tonight she didn't want to take any chances on missing the tube. Ahead of hershe could see quite a few people waiting; it seemed unusual to her to have that many waiting for a late tube, she didn't know of any late night shopping in that area, nor any late football matches, but then again, she could be wrong. After all, she had been stuck inside all day, attending one of the most boring meetings ever.

Lights at the sides of the tunnel shone, and a sudden woosh of the late tube sounded as it neared and slowed at the narrow platform. Madison got caught up in the myriad of bodies and the sudden surge forward, as people almost fought to get onto the tube and find a decent seat. She could barely distinguish one from the other, and definitely didn't notice the tall redheaded man who wore a heavy black coat. Madison never realized how much the man would figure in her night time journey.

Unfortunately, by the time Madison found a carriage that didn't have drunks hurling abuse at each other or making lewd suggestions toward her, and all in the space of about three minutes, she found herself in a carriage where all the seats were taken and she found herself having to cling on to one of the pivoted grab handles while jammed between an old man in a tweed jacket and a woman who did her best to send a text using her other hand. Looking down she noticed the redheaded man in the heavy coat, who smiled upward giving Madison a sympathetic look.

"I'd try to do the gentlemanly thing and change places, but I think several others would grapple for the seat and get here first. Hopefully you'll get a seat soon."




Sunday, 27 November 2016

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 27 November 2016: The Locket

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Every Sunday wonderful authors post eight to ten  sentences of their work. Please show some love by following the links and reading. Comments are always appreciated.  My snippet this week carries on my WIP, The Locket with a bit more from George and Beth.

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George noticed the change in expression on Beth's face at the mention of Jake's name again. Her smile disappeared and the sad face returned.

Do you feel able to tell me more about how Jake has upset you,?” George felt slightly anxious and didn't want to upset Beth further. He really felt for his daughter in law's upset..


I love Jake so much, don't get me wrong, your son is a wonderful husband and father, he means the world to me."she said. "Recently, however, the way he has become distant has troubled me. And then, this latest occurrence threw me and made me feel cold to my very core. Beth paused, and took another sip of her drink. Usually, when he has to go away, he phones me from his hotel room. This time, however, he didn't, so I phoned him, I knew the hotel and room number, but a woman answered."

Thursday, 24 November 2016

Thursday Tasters ~ 24 November 2016: The Inheritance


It's that time of the week again.Time for some Thursday tasters, excerpts from a group of amazing authors' excellent work. You can find the links at Thursday Tasters. A comment is always appreciated too.  This week my taster comes from a WIP The Inheritance.



Frank eased himself down from the train to the platform and looked all around him. There were quite a few people milling around, and he didn’t see anyone at first that he knew. Suddenly he heard a shriek.

FRANK!”

The sound of his name rang in Frank's ears as someone charged toward him.

As they neared, Frank recognized a short, dark haired woman of about nineteen, who was Ruth, his younger sister. He stopped, and dropped his bags on the platform, holding his arms out to her, laughing.

She launched at him, however and flung her arms around his body, almost knocking him flying.

Hello Squirt,” Frank laughed as he swung her around. “Still a titch I see.”

And you’re a beanpole,” she retorted. “And a pale one at that!”

Missed me?”

Like a hole in the head! Of course I have, you daft thing.”

Frank looked down at the wedding band on Ruth's third finger. He frowned, realizing she had gone through with the marriage despite his reservations. He remembered receiving a short letter from Ruth, explaining that after her pregnant, Ruth's boyfriend Derek had promised to make things legal and marry Ruth.


Frank didn't trust him, however, and knew this would be the end to all of his sister's plans for the future. He had taken an instant dislike to Derek, the first time he set eyes on him. There was something he reckoned he was keeping from Ruth and therefore someone not to be trusted.

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

Midweek Tease ~ 23 November 2016: Night Ride


Welcome to Midweek Tease. A weekly blog hop where amazing authors share a snippet of their work. It may be something completed, or a WIP. Please follow the links to read everyone's offering. And remember, a comment is encouraging to a writer, it means so much. My snippet this week comes from a WIP Night Ride. Enjoy.


 Late again and Madison cursed the fact that her car had gone in for repairs. A meeting at the Lambeth office that Madison had been assured would finish at 6pm, in plenty of time for her to make the return journey acroos London, had overrun. Toward the end of the meeting, Madison had found herself stifling yawns, and hoped that no-one had noticed. Finally it ended and she got up from the uncomfortable chair she had shifted about on. Madison dragged her cream colored Mac on, and not even bothering to do it up properly, she raced out of the building into the cold night air.

The cold did not really bother her though, the main worry was the time, and as she hurried, coat tails flapping behind her, along Streatham High Street and past Brixton Central Library, where she had spent so much time studying. A new moon shone brightly, lighting up the dial on the old clock, and looking up at the time, Madison realized that she had no time to lose if she wanted to get the last tube of the night, affectionately known as the Night Ride.

Finally, she reached Brixton station and her high heels echoed as they clattered down the grey stone steps to where she could see the train just pulling in. Madison heaved a sigh of relief and pulled her coat in tighter, feeling a gust of wind race around her, wishing she'd had the good sense to wear a scarf.




Sunday, 20 November 2016

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ 20 November 2016: The Locket



Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Every Sunday wonderful authors post eight to ten  sentences of their work. Please show some love by following the links and reading. Comments are always appreciated.  My snippet this week carries on my WIP, The Locket with a bit more from George and Beth.

Weekend Writing Warriors

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George sighed, and sank heavily into a chair opposite Beth. He shook his head slowly, scratched it, however his few remaining white hairs barely moved. Finally, he said, “She looks lovely. Oh Jake, Jake, you're my son and I feel so responsible for our rift. Why didn't we put our differences behind us? I hope it's not too late.” Then he smiled up at Beth who seemed to be searching in her purse for something.

She handed him a two small pictures of her daughter. “Here, you can keep these, and I will bring Chloe here to meet you very soon.”


That would be wonderful, thank you, but pick your time wisely, don't upset Jake.”

Friday, 18 November 2016

Flash Fiction Friday ~ 18 November 2016:Drawn



It's Friday again and time for a flash. A Friday Flash. A group of awesome writers have a given picture and write a 100 word piece of flash fiction inspired by the picture. Please follow the
Flash Fiction Friday  link to read and enjoy their work. All comments gratefully received.



Laura lay on her back, motionless,naked in the dark silence,eyes closed lost in her own thoughts. Her thoughts were disturbed however, by something she could not fathom,and Laura covered both breasts with her hands, feeling very vulnerable and exposed.

Suddenly Laura felt something softly tickle her neck, and a warm breath dropped, kisssing her cheek. She shivered, as an icicle raced down her spine

She opened her eyes and as they became accostomed to the dark, Laura saw the bright blue feather, felt it's fronds and recognized the hand holding it.

"You're back."


"I'm drawn to you, like this feather."