Romance is characterised by moon and candle light, Secret clutches in shadowed nooks away from prying eyes, But I have no wish for any inch of you to be hidden away.Read More Love in the light
“The best thing women can do,” the Facebook comment began. “Is to start writing and producing films. Getting content out there because let’s face it 90% of the content is driven by male leads (which is slowly changing).”
“Lol. Just Lol.” I replied.
“What about the last comment irks you?” Asked the poster.
Irk was the right word. I was exasperated. I was annoyed. And here’s why.
I require no rose glasses when thorns remind me I’m real.Read More Gold Cracks
In which my friend Russ, breakdowns some major numbers for me on the Same Sex Marriage Survey.Read More Same Sex Marriage Survey – What the data says
Watching Aggie introduce our dogs to my house was killing me. She was like a damn kid at Christmas, running around the house, the big dog and little one trailing her.
“And this is where you’ll sleep. And this is my room. And this is Ice’s room. And this is the bathroom. And this is the kitchen. And this-”
Pounds were depressing forms of torture. I hated wandering their lengths seeing the desperate faces of abandoned animals staring up at me through the bars, knowing I’d never be able to save them all. I reached out, blindly clutching at Ice’s hand. He let me, squeezing it warmly when I needed the reassurance.
I watched as Aggie wandered through my house. Earlier, her mood had been light, playful. Watching her eat breakfast and joke had made me burn. I’d wanted her in my bed, between my legs, watching her take my cock.
Rationally, I knew I was drunk. Somewhere in the back of my darling-ly logical mind was a little voice telling me to stop drinking and get my arse home.
Instead I slapped my hand on the bar, signally my bestie Flo to pour me another.
On Edge is live!
Re-released, re-edited, re-formatted, lots more awesomeness. This is the book it was meant to be and the reviews definitely reflect that!