Threesomes vs. Triangles

Wait, I put which thing in what thing OH GOD HOW DOES THIS WORK

A year ago tomorrow my very first story, Barbells at Christmas, was released. I wish I could say it’s been a smooth ride since then (all aspiring authors want to hear that) but it hasn’t because I managed to get knocked up and dun lost my mojo somehow (possibly expelled with one of my meals). Since then I have started and then petered out on no fewer than four books, each time managing anywhere from 10k-20k words before I suddenly realize that my brain is made of marshmallow fluff, and it’s not even good marshmallow fluff. Not the delicious fluff found smooshed between two slices of peanut butter-slathered bread, no, no. No, my brain is more like an elderly, rodent-sampled Peep found behind the cereal boxes and exploded in the microwave…for science.

And yet, there’s this one story. There’s always one, the one that teases and says, “Look, if you could just make a freaking decision we could get on with it, already!” And my decision involves threesomes. Or triangles. Or maybe neither. But which is it?

Kindle/Nook Giveaway Day 5(Monday)

The scavenger hunt this weekend  was terrific. Remember you can still enter, so if you haven’t done the first part of the scavenger hunt there is still plenty of time, so get looking for that sexy icon.

Now onto Day 6’s challenge. I hope you are having as much fun with this as I am.

A little to the left, please!

When I first embarked upon the wild waters of the internet back in ’92 as a wee girl still in elementary school, one of the first things I wanted to know about was sex.

SEX! my almost-adolescent brain shouted at me. (I am assured this is entirely normal.) Sex sex sex SEX SEX SEXSEXSEX–

Though it is hard to discern the particular nuance my brain was getting at through mere text, rest assured my brain merely wanted to know… just what the hell is sex?

That was eighteen years ago. Now I am an experienced woman who has managed to successfully procreate as well as publish two stories predominately concerned with the exact subject of SEX, and I must confess: Sometimes, I’m still figuring some of it out.