New release! 99c 200 pages, no cliffhanger. All the Firemen is the complete collection of the five episode serial, All the Men, aka, Firefighters‘ Toy.
A small-town police chief’s daughter on the brink of college. The off-limits older man she wants. And secrets that last beyond life.
High-heat menage romance with a delicious reverse harem-vibe, a Gothic ghost story, and an inexperienced young fireman-lover’s most private fantasies.
“Hmm, can’t wait to read and find out more about Top Daddy his toy and his crew. Most of all, I want to see if the Halston house will last.”—Keema Osborne on Cocky Toy, (episode 2)
Rated Mature 18+ for sexuality, mature themes, and blunt language. Content includes heroine in peril, a gender-defying hero who gets to be one of the boys, polyamory, unusual equipment, and BDSM power exchange. All the menage attention is focused on Eve, aka Stevie, who have surprises of their own.
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My latest dirty, high-heat serial is available all in one book at last! All-in-one is the theme. All the Firemen tells the erotic adventures of Eve, aka Stevie. Are you ready for age-gap BDSM multicultural menage Gothic Suspense? The high-heat action centers on a historic firehouse in a coastal California town with a twisted history and secrets. No rushed formula fiction here.
When I finished the final book, I wrote a note to the brave readers who followed this journey through five episodes. I’m including that note below. The adventure culminated in the special Halloween novella, Witchy Toy. At more than 27,000 words, it was twice as long as the middle three episodes, and five times as long as the first story. My policy of not censoring myself bit me in the ass. I would have made more money for those months of work if I’d spent my time on sales-chart-topping standard topics. I enjoyed the ride, though.
“Stevie comes to find herself with her older fireman Blake and his ‘gift of sharing’. Blake holds a huge piece of Stevie’s heart and she his. Through this journey there is mystery, steam, shocking twists & love.” —Michelle V. on Witchy Toy
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So, what do I think I’m doing, continuing to write strange books that limit their audience? I ask myself that too often. This note is a shot at an answer. The short answer is, I’m haunted.
When I wrote the first episode, I didn’t know the secrets this series would reveal, nor the surprises I’d come to embrace. It’s been an adventure.
At All Hallow’s Eve, the veils between the worlds are thinnest.
It’s been two years since I left California and landed in Cancun. I’ve traveled Quintana Roo, Yucatan, and inland Belize. I didn’t expect to be away this long.
Now, I’m heading into territory unknown to me where I’ll experience the jungles that captivated me from adventure movies.
The idea of home has had to shift. The places that formed and inspired me rise like mirages. Lately, I visit the California coast as I write. I explore and fictionalize it. In this series, the deep influence of the land, its places, and its intense history comes out in the haunted mansion, references to Bigfoot, the eerie atmosphere of the town, the historic buildings with their dirty roots, the clash between the past and present, the locals and the outsiders. I’m biased. My family lived there for three generations and I can’t afford to be there anymore.
A year ago, in a library in Belize, in a book of local herbal medicine, one of the listed causes for depression was loss of country. Next to a river that winds through Orange Walk, I recognized that loss. Grief powers a lot of my writing and has for years. The only way through it, is through it.
I keep coming back to the need to complete a quest. My heroines and heroes are driven to face and transform what’s disturbed in their world.
For many reasons, I’m drawn to intensely damaged men and women who live outside the lines. There’s an amazing synergy in love—and healing power in sexual ritual. Those rites transformed me in my twenties. Many people in my communities of outsiders died much too young. So did my original family, all before I finished grad school in San Francisco. I spent my thirties grappling with intensified depression and survivor guilt. Facing the world with my handful of degrees and certifications resulted in years of ill-fitting jobs and continuous financial stress.
Suicide surged in my mind many times. I’m not sure what would have happened if I hadn’t had a big-hearted therapist and a traveling-author contact.
As I prepare to explore another country, I’m taking the next step at laying the past to rest. Although all the characters in this series are fictional, my ghosts underlie the emotional terrain.
I had a wonderful time creating the stories within this story. I’ve been wanting to write a ghost story for a long time. I flirted with it in Recluse Rancher, in the town’s story and the soul mate connection between Rafael and Bess.
In Sexy Toy and this concluding episode, I went all the way. What was supposed to be a short episode turned into a novella.
One true part of Witchy Toy is the stagecoach driver, Charley Parkhurst. My mother and grandmother used to point out his stagecoach stops. His story was a source of local pride, and there’s a monument in Watsonville honoring him as the first “woman” to vote in California.
There was a gap between what was acceptable in the distant past and what was allowed in the present.
Eve’s journey surprised me, and I loved that they found love, and so much of it. Last week, I read that the ground-breaking porn star Buck Angel appeared in an Armistead Maupin book. A few years ago, I read Michael Tolliver Lives, an episode of Tales of the City that takes us into Michael Tolliver’s life in middle age. Returning to that favorite series touched me deeply, and it was moving to see a male character who had a female history.
I suspected as I wrote it that this book might go too far for many readers, and as usual, I wrote it anyway. If I stop writing stories that matter to me, I might as well churn out books with no motive other than money.
Who would I be without the conviction that outsiders matter?
Cancun, October 2018
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy All the Firemen!