An Excerpt from Book 3 of my NEWLY COMPLETED Tinseltown Temptress Series

from Chapter 1 of  Screwed Over ~

Relieved to have completed the requisite physical activities for her assignment, Cassie couldn’t wait to get out of the costume, shower and sleep forever. But riding down in the elevator she began to worry about all of the little things that can go wrong when an extremely wasted person is left alone. Sure, Dagmar had been fine when Cassie left her snoring away on her stomach, and sure, her unobservant bandmates should have returned from the closed down club hours ago. But she couldn’t think of a single reason (other than walking around barefoot, with crazy hair, no mask on and half a Catwoman costume mostly laced up around her oversexed body) not to put her mind at ease and check on her new friend. Cassie watched the doors open and close again on her floor then she rode back up. As she got closer to the girls’ suite, she could hear the faint, muffled sound of a man’s voice raised in anger. She pressed her ear to the door but couldn’t make out any words. There was definitely a man in there shouting. Stupidly scared that somehow Dagmar had let some asshole breach the security of her room, Cassie pounded on the door like the police.

The man’s voice approached the door and Cassie heard, “. . . that will have to satisfy me until morning then.”

The door swung open three inches, bouncing a bit on the chain, to reveal an angry, red faced MH. Cassie’s jaw dropped. He sputtered for a minute, his mouth having a hard time keeping up with his brain, before saying, “YOU?!?” and slamming the door shut.

Cassie was so shocked to see him she didn’t even react. Running for the stairs might have been prudent. Instead, she just stood there in her bare-ass-feet, mouth hanging open, awaiting whatever was about to befall her. She heard the chain clear the latch. MH whipped the door back open and stood rooted in place, a meter away from Cassie.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, words careful but very slightly slower than normal, anger held tight behind his beautiful, blue-green eyes. He hadn’t shaved in days and Cassie yearned to reach out and stroke the rough stubble that covered much of his face and neck.

“I’m here to check on Dagmar. Is she okay?”

Shaking his head back and forth for a couple of breaths he finally sighed, his shoulders sinking. He leaned back into the room and grabbed a handy trash can, wedging it in the door before joining Cassie in the hall.

“Let me understand. You send me a cryptic fucking text message about my sister needing me, and I rush up here as fast as I fucking can. Silly me, I assumed she’d be awake and you’d still be here to explain what the fuck you were doing spending time with my fucking sister in the first fucking place.”

He waited for her to say something. She didn’t.

He continued, “Only Dagmar is passed out here alone. Has no idea who you are really. She will only say that Selina saved her, is her knight in shining leather. Which I didn’t understand fully until now.”

He looked Cassie up and down, open lust coupled with disgust. Her blood sped up in her veins, the sound of it rushing behind her ears.

“She won’t even consider that you might have been involved, that this was all an elaborate setup to make you look like a hero.”

Cassie felt that one like a knife to her sternum. “Did you tell her that?”

“I suggested it.”

“Why?”

“Maybe you did set all this up just to get to me.” He leaned away from her to see her face better in the sparsely lit hallway. “Did you seriously think I would be stupid enough to fuck you again?”

The brighter light glaring into his face revealed to Cassie just how drunk he was and she cursed her rotten luck at finding him like this.

“Did you think that saving my sister from some unidentified thugs would make me fall harder for you?”

He took a step closer. The veins on his neck bulged out as he clenched his jaw.

Cassie did not want to hear another thing. “Stop.”

“Why?” He mimicked her voice, the way she had sounded asking him the same thing only moments before. “You dressed up like my favorite, Catwoman,” his fingers rose to flick at the mask that she’d rolled up and tied down to her shoulder. “You thought since I’m already hooked you could jerk the line and I would fall totally under your spell. Treacherous snake.”

He took another step closer, and this time Cassie retreated a half step back.

“Look, I didn’t even know you were here, let alone that you like Catwoman. Do you think I have access to your diary or something?”

“Bullshit.”

“You aren’t on a panel and none of your friends on social media have posted anything about this con. Get over yourself.”

“Except Dagmar.”

“What?”

“Dagmar must have posted all sorts of things about coming here. Why are you messing with my family?”

“M, I swear. I did not know either of you were going to be anywhere near this con. I met her by accident. I only got her away from those guys because I was terrified of what I saw going down.”

The muscles in his face relaxed a little. He leaned back out of the light and slouched against the wall.

Cassie went on to drive the point home while he was still interested in listening. “I didn’t know you were here.”

MH swallowed while readjusting his thinking to the idea. The implications of what that meant about Cassie’s true agenda here at the con, namely giving some other celebrity a magic carpet ride, occurred to him seconds later. His eyes narrowed and his hands curled into fists.

“Who are you stalking this time? Or is it just open season?”

“Since Dagmar was able to fill you in on the evening’s activities, I’ll assume she’s well.” Cassie spun on her heel and took two steps toward the elevator.

“Hold on,” he said, using only one giant stride to reach her. He laid both his hands on the wall to either side of her head and leaned down in her face. “Or is your mission a fait d’acompli?”

Cassie couldn’t say a word and cursed her body for responding to his nearness with a rush of lust rather than the detached uncaring pose she wanted to show him. Something in her face must have given her away.

“Already scratched your itch then. Who is the unlucky bastard?” MH leaned in quite close to her, and she wondered if the crazy man was restraining himself from kissing her. “Maybe I could extend him my sympathies in advance of your article. Give him a little heads up before his life implodes.”

She finally found her voice. “Sorry, no advance spoilers without a premium membership. You’ll just have to read my next column.”

“Not good enough, Cassie.”

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“The Allegheny Spider” – An X-Files episode

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Photo by Andrew Bertram on Unsplash

This episode is intended to be a monster-of-the-week stand alone for season 11.


COLD OPEN

INT. The DINING AREA of an upscale, tiny, inn-style Bed & Breakfast [INN]. Three of the five tables are occupied. Young newlyweds, YNW1 and YNW2 sit on the same side of one finishing their dessert. A man [PETE] making notes and reading while he eats sits at another. The third has a woman [JEANETTE, 30s, WHITE WOMAN] and man [NATHAN, 40s, WHITE MAN] sitting opposite each other on an obviously uncomfortable date.

 

NATHAN

I can’t understand why you’d take her side here.

 

JEANETTE

I’m not taking anyone’s side, I just think it’s kind of unfair-

 

NATHAN

Sure. She gets all the raises and promotions but I’m the one being unfair.

 

JEANETTE

But you said she laid a lot of the groundwork with the client that-

 

NATHAN

Groundwork isn’t closing, and closing is all that matters.

 

JEANETTE

Look, let’s just drop it. I don’t even know your boss, not like I can really weigh in on the office politics of it all without-

 

NATHAN

You don’t have to know her to believe me when I tell you she slept her way up. How else can you even explain it?

 

JEANETTE

I don’t know. Maybe the board preferred her management style.

 

NATHAN

And maybe you don’t know how the world works, sweet thing.

 

JEANETTE

I know this date is over.

 

JEANETTE backs up her chair and rises to leave.

 

NATHAN

And I know you’re at least twenty pounds heavier than your profile picture.

 

JEANETTE dumps a tumbler of water in his lap and walks through the MAIN ROOM and out. NATHAN storms past the lady innkeeper, [THERESA, 60s, BLACK WOMAN] and her large pet IGUANA and heads upstairs. The camera sweeps around the rest of the ground floor of the small inn filled with objects of distinction and the occasional exotic animal, some alive, some skeletal or taxidermied. A growled shout is heard from upstairs.

 

NATHAN

(offscreen, presumably leaning half out of the bathroom door)

And now, for a wonderful end to my evening, there’s NO HOT WATER! This place is a dump.

 

The door slams and plaster dust sprinkles down onto THERESA’s head. She stands with a less than tolerant smile and buckles a toolbelt she’s taken from inside her desk around her waist. She dons a headlamp flashlight and opens the door leading down into the basement. The camera follows her down to a cobwebby and terrifying old space containing an ancient looking boiler where she starts banging on pipes and turning valves, seemingly at random. A low chittering/scratching [SPIDER NOISE] starts and gets louder as the camera rises through the floors past PETE still working in the DINING AREA, past YNW1 and YNW2 making out in front of the fireplace in their room and up into NATHAN’s room just in time to see NATHAN yanked out through the window by a menacing shadow. He barely has time for a short scream.

 

CUT TO BLACK


 

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Wednesday Check-In: At least there’s Jensen Ackles

I never have enough time. Ever since my grandmother patiently explained to a very young little me that there is never a good reason for an imaginative person to allow themselves to be bored I’ve been keeping myself all sorts of busy. Sometimes, back in my pre-parent days, even busy doing nothing. But as of late I feel like themay17 race begins when I wake up five minutes before my alarm and ends when I lay down having only accomplished three quarters of my to-do list. On my good days! My small, super dependent roommates have been sick on and off this week and making me beautiful art.

 

I’ve been reading A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn. I’m only about a quarter in, but it is mesmerizing, terrifying, shocking, and revelatory so far. I highly may17brecommend educating yourself with this fine book. I don’t read that much non-fiction for fun, so an interesting experience to say the least. We started watching American Gods, of course, and it is amazing (my review). I would take any job Bryan Fuller wanted to give me. How does one apply to be an apprentice to a TV God? Hubs and I watched American Honey a few weeks ago and scenes and moments from it are still replaying in my head. It was engaging while we watched but I did not expect to still be thinking back on the film. Beautifully shot too. Also reading Bared To You, by Sylvia Day. That’s going about how you’d expect 😛

Maximus remains a doggie challenge, though I did get him to come to me for a treat when he got out of the yard a few days ago. Progress of a sort, I suppose.

I almost forgot! With all the stress and uncertainty in our world right now I wanted to recommend watching all the back seasons of Supernatural. For some reason, I find watching Sam and Dean Winchester driving around together and stabbing bad guys oddly therapeutic. Maybe you will too. All previous 1 million seasons are on Netflix for your tuning-out-your-brain needs.

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WIP is still Tinseltown Temptress #3 – Screwed Over. I’m loving this one the most of any of the books. So much touching back on various characters it’s like old home week every day on my keyboard. Cassie is … changing. Evolving, I guess, but it sounds pretentious. She is learning to prioritize.

Both my released books continue to get great reviews on Amazon. Book 1, Screw Up, is still at 99 cents and Book 2 remains on KU for a limited time😀 Click here to sign up for my newsletter if you want insider info and offers.

The sun is actually shining today, though it is still cold and VERY windy. Hope you’re on a warm, sunny beach right now. What are you reading?

READER QUESTIONS #2 | Well, one is really more of a statement but that’s cool.

 

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That bouncy ball with the side eye though. (The Sweethearts, by Vilhelm Pedersen)

My ask is open (anon or not) over on tumblr and I receive a bunch of reader questions. Here are some answers.

 

What’s the best thing about writing erotica?

Great question. Thanks anon!

That moment right before they get into it physically. For me, there’s just something about that lead up to sexual activity that makes my fingers fly over the keyboard. I write pretty slowly, so whenever I get in a super productive zone I’m always relieved. It’s the best writing fun in the world for me. Those scenes are where that happens, so I am always looking for excuses to dive right into the sexual tension of it all. Pure selfishness.

I’ll also answer the flip side, the worst part of writing erotica for me is when people assume that my characters are all somehow an extension of myself. Awkward. I get that it’s an aspect of auteur theory, I just wish it wasn’t being applied to me in this particular instance. To my face. With detailed questions. Yuck.

If you could cast anyone as the celebs in your books who would you cast?

Thanks for your question, anon.

This is an extensive list and I’d rather leave them up to your imagination. More interesting, perhaps, is whether they should be cast with actors playing caricatured versions of themselves, or if the actor characters should be portrayed as fully fictitious. The casting director would have to find a brave group of guys if they were going with the first option. If your imagination is faulty, you can always check out the guys at mycelebrityfantasy.tumblr.com. I do.

You should post more Rihanna.

Will do.

I have quite a backlog of questions due to my laziness business so I’m going to try and get through them, three at a time. If you’d like to chat drop by my ask box on your preferred social media type. I’ll do my best to get them all answered eventually. Thanks for reading.

Wednesday Check In – Does It Get Easier??

Taxes, child management, and job hunting have robbed me of all my time as of late. I have also been querying my paranormal romance novella. That process is not unlike the online application for the copywriting and video production jobs I’ve been looking at in the Detroit Metro area. Cover letters are getting easier to write quickly.

Haven’t been doing much reading beyond fanfic and children’s books (mythology and gross stuff are heavy favorites in my house). Being a filmmaker and horror fan from Michigan, MaximusI’ve always loved the Evil Dead film series. Hubs and I have been catching up on the tv series the last few weeks. Bruce Campbell is a revelation. We also very much enjoy how the overall tone of the films has followed through into the series. Pretty groovy. With mid-season starting up this month, the show I’m most looking forward to getting back to is Flash. But as far as I’m concerned they can just focus 85% of each episode on Iris/Barry. So adorable and hot.

We’re looking into training classes for Max. His strong doggie personality is a bit too much for me to handle on my own.

My ‘work at your own pace’ contracting class has turned into a ‘neglect cause your life is too full’ problem. I need to make a plan on how to finish the damn thing!

WIP is still TT #3 – Screwed Over. But I have to get a couple of series related short stories out of the way first. I love doing the serious work on Cassie’s story. Can’t wait to wrap up the series with an amazing book. Revisions are going well, though rewrite is really the proper term for most of the book : It is going to be so great! I’m also doing more plotting and character work on my scifi series. Here’s a shot from its spot on my workboard:

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All that empty space under the light year stuff is where the scene cards go 😛

Both my released books continue to get great reviews on Amazon. Book 1, Screw Up, is still at 99 cents and Book 2 remains on KU for a limited time😀 Click here to sign up for my newsletter if you want insider info and offers.

The sun is actually shining today, though it is still cold and VERY windy. Hope your day is beautiful wherever you are. Happy Women’s Day! What are you reading?

Wednesday Check In – What’s with Dogs and Mud?

The finishing touches are going into Eden, my first paranormal romance, this week and then it will be done, done, done! Well, at least for now. Here are my MC casting picks:

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 Sara Hyland as Ardor

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this dude as Ivan

You know, just in case Hollywood is curious.

Haven’t been doing much reading beyond some otp(s) fanfic. If you follow my tumblr you know where my interests lie there. Hubs and I finished Westworld last night. We really like it. I agree with a few of the criticisms I’ve heard about it. It does drag a little in some of the repetitive imagery montages and other things that are too spoilery to mention. None of which compares to how well written and produced it is. The acting is amazing (special shout out to Tessa Thompson) and everyone is beautifully cast. We also finished s6 of TWD. Taking a little break before launching into s7. Pretty heavy stuff going on, as always. Richonne, though???  ♥ ♥ ♥

max2Maximus the Destructor loves mud. A lot.

Contracting? What’s contracting? (No, I’m not getting much studying done.)

WIP is now TT #3 – Screwed Over!!! I’m so excited to get back to serious work on Cassie and wrap up the series with an amazing book. Revisions are going well, though rewrite is really the proper term for most of the book :\ I love it though, and I hope you all will too.

Both my released books continue to get great reviews on Amazon. Book 1, Screw Up, is still at 99 cents  and Book 2  remains on KU for a limited time😀 Click here to sign up for my newsletter if you want insider info and offers.

I hope you all are happy and well. Michigan’s weather is so bleak at the moment, I haven’t seen the sun in days. NASA’s solar team assures me it still exists. What are you reading?

Wednesday Check In – Clearly Not a Dairy Artist

Busy with holiday errands and commitments this week, especially since the children will be ‘on break’ soon. My office is still bare and unfinished but I’ve been fighting a cold and it’s winning so I’m not beating myself up about it. Check out the cheese for the first grade party tomorrow.

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Finished Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman. Enjoyable enough story but all the bird imagery got to be a bit much for me. Could just be my general distaste for birds. It had spectacular characters. Daisy Day is my favorite for obvious reasons, though Rosie’s mother comes in a close second. Started on Abigail Barnett’s The Boss. It’s super hot. We are caught up with Flash (though I feel like all the storyline stuff really gets in the way of important Barry and Iris make out time) and I can safely say I have no idea where they’re going with all this Cisco hates Barry shiz. The Bill Murray Christmas movie on Netflix is directed by Sofia Copolla, bleak af, and oddly charming.

Maximus the Destructor continues to drive us all nuts and my contracting book has dust on it.

My Eden revision (that’s my new paranormal vampire romance) is taking much longer than I’d hoped for a myriad of reasons, most of which are all excuses for not giving it enough time. Of course break for the kids means no rest for the mom so not much more progress is likely to happen until January.

Both my released books continue to get great reviews on Amazon. Book 1, Screw Up, is still at 99 cents through the holiday season 😀 Click here to sign up for my newsletter if you want insider info and offers.

I hope you all have a fantastic holiday season. Stay warm and enjoy your time with your family. What are you reading?