HAI! It’s been a while, I know. Life pretty much exploded in my face in tiny, sharp pieces and I needed to sort that out. I ended a relationship of six years, which was painful… More
New flash fiction erotica available on Amazon: Liaison with an Android. In the same vein as Titanium Rose, a man named Rowan spends an evening with an android escort named Robin, who has one very unique feature. Check it out here!
Titanium Rose is FINALLY available on Amazon! Still having trouble uploading documents, but more to follow during the week. Check it out!
The Titanium Rose and this week’s flash fiction story may be up later than I’d hoped; I’ve been having some trouble uploading documents to KDP, but hopefully, it’ll all be figured out tomorrow, or later this weekend at the latest.
In other news, last week’s flash fiction, A Phantasmal Affair, has been published on Literotica. You can check it out FOR FREE!
In other other news, The Wolf of the Blackwood is going on sale to celebrate Valentine’s Day! From the 8th to the 15th of February, you can grab this story on Amazon for $0.99!
And that’s all I’ve got for now. More updates on the uploading situation as it develops. Thanks, all, have an awesome weekend!
First flash fiction story is now available on Amazon!
“What do you do when the house you’ve just moved in to is haunted?
A better question might be, what does the ghost in that haunted house do to you? “
Check it out! And check back for next week’s flash fiction entry.
Announcing Flash Fiction Fridays! Each Friday, I’ll release a new piece of randy flash fiction on Amazon. This week, I’ll publish A Phantasmal Affair, a wicked ghost story at less than 1,500 words. Check it out this Friday!
It’s official: I’ve just created my Patreon profile!
I love to write. The fact that sometimes, people actually WANT to read the things I send out into the big, wide world is mind-blowing. But writing doesn’t always pay the bills. Check out my profile, pledge $, or simply follow my page, or do nothing. Zero pressure! If you’re reading this, I’m already grateful.
A new short story will be available at the end of this month (tentatively January 25th): Titanium Rose! It takes place in a future populated by humans with extreme cosmetic surgery, some choosing to look like fantastical creatures, others augmenting themselves for more practical pursuits. Titanium Rose is a place in this future: a brothel where customers select an android to fulfill their carnal desires.
I’ll post an excerpt and more info closer to the release date. I hope you’ll check it out! Cheers!
The Wolf of the Blackwood is LIVE and available for purchase on Amazon! There’s a little blurb about it on the page, but let me give you some more details here:
This is a short story based on a much longer piece that delves into Scandinavian werewolf mythology (sexy, right?). It’s about a woman named Lydia, who professionally renovates and flips houses. She finds herself in the tiny town of Schwarts Hold, West Virginia, a place that time seems to have forgotten. Schwarts Hold comes from the German schwarz holz, or black wood. German settlers came to this region and settled, naming their new town based on the dense forest surrounding them.
Lydia bought a house near the woods. It’s been abandoned for years, and the last family who lived there had left in a hurry, leaving their belongings behind to rot. And soon, Lydia begins to understand why.
Here’s a brief excerpt:
The wolf came again tonight.
The clock by my air mattress read 1:27 in harsh, red letters when I got up. I’d watched it now for hours, lying on my back, kicking the blankets off off only to pull them back over myself moments later. I’d taken one of those pills Dr. Jackson had prescribed, but it didn’t help. Another night spent counting the cracks in the ceiling.
I sat up, too tired to feel frustrated. The room suddenly seemed stuffy, claustrophobic even. I got up to open the window. The house’s main bedroom faced the woods behind it, a dense wall of dark pines that went on for miles.
Just as I opened the heavy window, the motion sensor light was triggered. And there, just at the edge of the woods, sat the wolf. A huge, gray beast. Even from my room on the second floor, I could tell. This was the third night it had wandered into my yard. The first night, it had frightened me to tears. I almost called the sheriff, but the locals already thought I was a scared little city slicker, not cut out for country life. So I just waited, and watched. That’s when I realized that it wasn’t prowling, or even coming any closer to the house. The giant wolf was just sitting by the woods, watching. Watching me, I kept thinking, but that was ridiculous. The wolf wasn’t watching me. Or if it was, only as a curiosity. A curious, wary animal watching another curious, wary animal. I fell asleep at the window’s bench, and when I awoke, the wolf was gone.
The second night was almost a week later. Again, I couldn’t sleep, and again, I went to open the window, suddenly feeling clammy and trapped. As soon as I came to the window, the light turned on, and the beast came from the forest. He sat just at the edge of the light. Watching me. Or the house. Or both.
Maybe the house had been abandoned so long, wild animals had taken to wandering through the yard. Maybe this was even part of his (I immediately thought of the wolf as a he; I don’t know why) territory. Now, suddenly the yard was rid of all the rusted car parts and broken pieces of furniture; the grass was cut; lights suddenly came on at night, even in the yard that once was free for them to walk through. Maybe that’s why the wolf kept coming back. Confusion.
That second night, we watched each other for nearly an hour. He was by far more interesting than my ceiling. I had the sudden urge to wave at him from my window. I didn’t really know why. Now I think I was happy for the company. I haven’t slept well my whole life. And lately, it felt nearly impossible to get more than a handful of hours of rest a night. Even with the drugs. Even with the stupid meditation music my therapist had suggested for “relaxation”–I never understood the allure of synthesized celtic tunes. So usually, I just spent my nights in the dark, silent and alone. Sometimes I turned on the tv, or read a book, but lately I’d been too exhausted to muster up the energy for more than wishing I was asleep. It was nice to have the monotony of those dead-of-the-night hours broken up by a visitor–even if it was a wild animal that would probably just as soon rip my face off. He seemed to cock his head at me when I waved. Then, to my disappointment, he turned and trotted off.
“Typical,” I muttered to no one.
Just as the wolf was disappearing, though, I finally noticed: this oversized canine had no tail.
Nothing? Probably, but the next day I could think of nothing else. Could it be a disfigurement? Was he born without one? It was the most excited I’d been since coming to Schwarts Hold, a West Virginian town with very little in the excitement department.
I found myself watching for that wolf each night, even checking the window before I uselessly tucked myself in. But it had been another week, and no sign of the gray thing.
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The wordpress site is UP! It may not be pretty yet, but we’ll get there.
Let me briefly explain what’s up:
I’m Ginger. I write things. Speculative fiction things, mostly, with strong romantic leanings. Erotica, really. Mostly short stories, sometimes not.
I publish them on Amazon for Kindle. You can read them there, if you want.
This site is where I’ll talk about the stuff I’m writing, what it’s about, when it will be published, etc.
And that’s it! There’ll be a post shortly about live content, then about upcoming content. Stay awesome!