Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts

Thursday, 22 April 2021

An introduction to Star Search

 


https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B092TS9S2X

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B092TS9S2X

    Synopsis

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Joe embarks on a journey to find the one person he just knows he could love—the woman who captured his heart in only one night. Joe is determined to protect his one true mate against all odds, even if he risks his life in the process.

Explore this suspenseful, dangerous, and unusual adventure with Joe as he travels to find love with the third sex...


Excerpt

Chapter One 

I had received yet another party invite from a work colleague. Normally I threw them straight in the bin and didn’t go, but this was from the manager and I knew this was one I really should attend. I had worked for the same company for the last ten years and had never been promoted, always being overlooked in favor of a colleague with family for some reason, and that was something that I would never have. Although I classed myself as pansexual, I only dated transsexuals and I had never found one that wanted to settle down.

Looking at the invite again, it clearly stated it was for a partner and me. Everyone at work knew that I was single, they just didn’t know about my preferred choice of partner. Normally I would just go out at night to the LGBT clubs, find myself someone and take them home but then I would never see them again. Finding one to act as my date, in the timeframe I had, was going to be nearly impossible.

I phoned around a few of my friends to see if any of them had any ideas. It was my best friend Angel who came up with the perfect solution. Angel was a lesbian, and the closest thing I had to a sister. At first, she offered to come and pretend that she was with me but once I explained that work knew about my sexuality, just not the fact that I preferred transsexuals, we both agreed that her coming wasn’t viable. She then told me to look up transsexual escort agencies on the Internet, explain my dilemma, and see if they could help. Thanking her, I hung up the phone and started up my laptop.

Finding a list of transsexual escorts, I quickly started to delete the ones that were too far away, leaving just three to choose from. The first two left me feeling cold, looking both sleazy and cheap, so when it came to the third I didn’t expect much better. On opening it though I was pleasantly surprised, the site was professionally designed, it was friendly, open and the transsexuals were all beautifully dressed and extremely attractive.

Looking through the list, for one available on the night I needed, I narrowed the list to four. All of them were gorgeous but my eyes kept being drawn to one in particular. She was twenty-seven years old, five feet eight inches tall, had long black hair with faint red streaks, and went by the name, Star. I understood that it wouldn’t be her real name but out of all the women on the site, it definitely suited her, after all she was the one that had stood out for me.


Friday, 6 January 2017

Flash Fiction Friday: Keeping my promise


It's that time of the week when a group of friends and I take the same image and come up with a 100 word piece of flash fiction and, after reading my offering you can find my friends take on the image at http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/january-6-2017.html





Keeping my promise

My journey started with an email, an email I'd never normally open, an email in my spam folder begging for help and now, as I stared from the window of the light aircraft and looked down at the city, I couldn't believe I'd almost arrived. Seeing the size of the place I knew I'd got a job on my hands to find her, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Still I'd promised her that I'd not only find her but I'd also take her away from this place, and the things she was forced to do to survive.


©JSMorbius

Thursday, 24 December 2015

Christmas wishes can come true


Christmas wishes can come true

Opening my eyes I eased myself out of bed and headed, still half asleep, in to my en-suite bathroom. Turning on the shower I waited for it to reach the perfect temperature, and stepped under the jets. Giving my body a good soaping I let the water clear away the suds, stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist, even though I knew I was alone.
Turning to the mirror above the basin I wiped it clear of the shower's steam, and quickly shaved before drying myself and throwing the towel in to the wash basket. Grabbing the black dressing gown from the back of the door I slipped it on, walked back in to my room and headed toward the window.
For a few seconds I was in a state of shock, until my radio came on and the first voice I heard was the announcer wishing all her listeners a very happy Christmas Day. Sitting back on the bed I couldn't believe I had forgotten what day it was, then realized the reason I didn't remember was because, with no-one to share the day with, to me it was just another day, albeit one when I didn't have to drag my ass across town for work.
Still I couldn't very well spend the whole day moping around my bedroom so decided to make my way downstairs, get some breakfast and see if I could find anything to watch on TV, which didn't feature Christmas.
Throwing my duvet back on to the bed I fastened my dressing gown, slipped my mobile phone in to one of the pockets and left my room. As I began to head down the stairs I was shocked when the handset began to ring in my pocket. Surprised, as the phone was only for work and all work was finished until the New Year, I took the handset from my pocket and stared down at the screen.
Two words, UNKNOWN NUMBER, flashed across the screen. Lifting the phone to my ear I pressed the answer button. At first all I could hear was a buzzing and was about to hang up, and curse whoever it was for making a crank call on Christmas Day, when a deep male voice suddenly spoke.
“Happy Christmas, Matt,” the voice on the other end said.
Before I could reply the line went dead, the voice replaced by the same buzzing when I first answered. Staring at the handset for a few seconds, bewildered at the caller and message, I finally slipped the handset back in to my pocket, reached for the living room door handle and pressed it down. Pushing the door open I walked in, and froze.
Perched on the back of my leather sofa, dressed in a skimpy Christmas mini skirt, bra top, Santa hat and red stilettos was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
“Merry Christmas, Matt,” she whispered seductively, as she hitched her skirt a little higher.
“Who the fuck are y...”
Before I could finish my phone rang once more. Snatching the handset from my pocket I quickly answered it.
“Who the fuck's this?” I bellowed, my eyes never leaving the woman.
“Just a friend. How do you like your present?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your present, Ivy. She is there isn't she?”
“Well somebody is here but we haven't been introduced yet,” I replied confused. “Hang on how do you know there's someone here?”
“I know because she's there because of me, and she's also exactly what you have been wishing for all year.”


Once again the phone went dead, so this time I switched it off before looking back at Ivy. Only she had shifted her position and was lying on her front along the back of the sofa, her beautiful cock only partially visible.
“Well, Matt, what do you think?” Ivy purred, as she stared seductively over to me.
“Y-Y-You're gorgeous but...”
“But nothing, Matt. Your Christmas wish has come true.”


©JSMorbius

Friday, 9 October 2015

Flash Fiction Friday: The hunt begins



The hunt begins

Holding the rose, which had mysteriously appeared on the table, tightly in her right hand Adreana closed her eyes. Inhaling the aromatic, yet blood stained, petals, she let a soft sigh escape from her lips as her heightened sense of smell told her exactly who had left the flower, while she had been sleeping.
Placing the rose back on her dresser she smiled softly. If he wants to play those games then I'm sure that can be arranged she thought, before hurriedly dressing, opening her bedroom window and leaping down to the street to begin her search.


©JSMorbius

Thursday, 24 January 2013

Flash Fiction Friday: The Perfect Girlfriend



Welcome Creatures of the Night to yet another Flash Fiction Friday. Along with a number of other talented authors each week we are given one picture and challenged to write not more than 100 words for your enjoyment.

Please don't forget that, at the end of my post I shall be providing the names of all the other talented flashers taking part this week.

Thank you.

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The Perfect Girlfriend

Perfect babe just hold right there.”
I began clicking away with the camera, making sure I had the one picture that would blow the judges away as much as I had been the first time I saw her.
Are you sure this is okay?”
Baby it's better than okay, you are bound to win.”
You know what I mean.”
A lone tear slowly rolled down her cheek.
Listen to me Maya you are easily the best looking girl entering.”
I meant it as well. She may have been a transsexual but she was also the perfect girlfriend.

JSMorbius2013

S. J. Maylee: http://SJMaylee.com




Friday, 24 August 2012

Flash Fiction Friday: The Perfect Job


Welcome Creatures of the Night to yet another Flash Fiction Friday. Along with a number of other talented authors each week we are given one picture and challenged to write not more than 100 words for your enjoyment.

I hope you like what I came up with from this week's picture.

 
Free image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

The Perfect Job
As I straddled her totally naked body, knees either side of her perfect ass, I was relieved that I had kept my boxer shorts on. If I hadn’t there would have been no way I would have been able to finish her massage especially with my cock harder, and my need for sex greater, than it had been for months.
She was my fourth client of the day and I thought back to the day I had first applied for the job unable to believe that the massage parlour was looking for male masseurs...for their rapidly growing transsexual clientele.

JSMorbius2012

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Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Interview from The Crypt: Cree Walker



Children of the Night welcome to yet another Interview from The Crypt, today featuring the exceptionally talented Cree Walker.


First of all I would just like to say welcome to The Crypt and thank you for stopping by today.

Why don’t you introduce yourself to my Creatures of the Night and tell us a little about yourself.
I am author Cree Walker. I have two books out right now Whisper on a Scream and it’s sequel Willing Sacrifice. I’m currently contracted for a third, A Winter’s Grave . I don’t do much besides hanging out with friends, working and writing. My perfect day would be hanging out in the woods with my dogs and my man. I live in northern Maine and for those of you who don’t know, that’s that huge section north of Stephen King’s Bangor J  

When did you first begin to write? Was there a specific moment or did something happen to make you think ‘I could be a writer’?
I first began to write in high school. I had a lot of teenage angst from being a state kid and I needed a way to vent that without getting arrested. My moment came only a few years ago when my then boyfriend discovered I was a writer. It was a huge secret and I worried he’d laugh at the idea…only he didn’t. He told me to promise him that I would at least try to get published and when the door wasn’t slammed in my face the way I’d expected it to it gave me enough encouragement to continue. 

What are you currently working on? Would you mind giving the readers a quick synopsis in 100 words or less?
Right now I’m working on a book called Maple Manor Home for Retired Supernaturals. It is a comedy about a part vampire, Maple, who’s inherited her family’s retirement home and the supernatural residents within it. She has a lot of growing up to do, having spent most of her adult years messing around in college but with the lessons learned from her elderly friends she is able to defeat her high school arch nemesis, save Maple Manor and find love in her handyman who’s also a part-time stripper and a full time sex demon.

Where do you draw your inspiration for your stories, characters and settings?
Well for that particular story, it came to me in a dream. But mostly it comes to me while I’m listening to music or working with my hands. That gives me enough time to get bored and slip into daydreaming…something I do much too much of for an adult.

Is there one particular genre you prefer writing in and is there a genre you would never attempt and if so why?
Oh I really prefer writing in paranormal. I had a friend ask me one time if I’d ever thought of writing a normal book. I said why would I do that when paranormal is my thing and it’s also a top selling genre right now. I love the darker side of things but I also like to make them humorous. 
 
If you weren’t a writer/ couldn’t write anymore what would you do?
I’d probably watch a lot more television and weep.

If you could become a member of the opposite sex for 24 hours what would be the first thing you would do?
I hang out a lot with guys…enough so that they’ve stopped editing what they say in front of me. But if I were a guy for a day I would want to see how many women’s numbers I could get, just by knowing what I know as a woman.

Which fantasy creature/being do you like the most?
That’s a tough one…but I think I like the werewolves in my first novels the best.

If you could be your favorite fantasy figure what would be the first thing you would do?
This is going to be selfish. I would want to be Batman…the dude’s loaded. Then the first thing I would do would be to go on an incredibly cool vacation somewhere I can’t afford to go…so that’s pretty much anywhere.

What scares you the most?
Failure!

Favorite film?
Snatch, not only does Brad Pitt have his shirt off for like two thirds of it but it’s also a very twisted tale.

Worst film you have ever seen?
The Expendables. Normally I love these guys all individually but if I had to swallow one more cheesy line I was going to vomit.

Favourite book?
That’s another tough one but I think the book that changed the way I read the most would have to be Janet Evanovich’s One for the Money. The entire series is a riot.

When you go shopping what is the one thing that you always HAVE to buy?
I buy a lot of ebooks and I’m a very grateful for my Kindle because I was simply running out of shelf space. Couple this with the fact that you get them instantly, you’re saving trees and they are more affordable and I’m in Heaven. I buy at least four a month so I’m very very grateful.

Going back to favourite film write an erotic scene featuring the main characters in 100 words or less.
Sorry there is no love interest in Snatch…ironic huh J

And finally, just for a light hearted end to the interview.
What words would you want etched on your tombstone ?
Oldest woman to ever write a book. Famous author Cree Walker may you rest in peace.

Thank you for joining me today and I would like to wish you all the best in future endeavours.
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be here today. 


Sugar Lubec is the daughter of two bitten werewolf parents. When Born werewolf, Jack Coon, is sent by the Council to eliminate the daughter of their greatest enemy, he thinks his chance for revenge has finally come – that is until he meets Sugar for the first time. Now he has to not only convince the Council that Sugar isn't a threat to them, but that she maybe the very key to save their dying race.



Sugar is the widowed wife of Alpha werewolf Jack Coon. Werewolves mate for life, and normally when a mate dies the other is soon to follow, but Sugar won’t and Jack’s ghost isn’t giving up yet. He wants what every werewolf wants…a forever mate, and if Sugar won’t die naturally he’s willing to force the situation.

In this story Sugar makes several willing sacrifices for her freedom and that of her Pack – some of which that will haunt her forever, and one that puts her in debt to a Reaper


Friday, 17 August 2012

Flash Fiction Friday: Not everything is black and white.


Welcome Creatures of the Night to yet another Flash Fiction Friday. Along with a number of other talented authors each week we are given one picture and challenged to write not more than 100 words for your enjoyment.

I hope you like what I came up with from this week's picture.


Not everything is black and white

“Don’t even fucking speak to me Mike,” Jo spat as she stared at the front of the newspaper.
“Jo please listen,”
“What to, more fucking lies?”
“It’s not what it looks like.”
“So you aren’t on the front of this rag, with your tongue down some guy’s throat, then?”
“Well yes but I...”
“Mike Davis and his long-term lover on the steps of the town hall, that’s what the caption says,” Jo interrupted. “How the fuck could you do this to me...after all the times I have begged to see you with another guy?”


JSMorbius2012

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