Love? Seriously?

So yesterday Amy’s wondering around in just this sexy, black bra and panties set she knows drives me crazy. She knows because she can read my mind so much better than I can read hers.

I’ve been trying to get my head back into my writing and hopefully put out something new. I still have all my notes and started stories from Points Club, but with the way everything has changed I really don’t feel inspired to write about that anymore. It’s like I’ve moved on, and I’m ready to leave that all behind.

But I’m not sure what I’m moving on to.

“You’ll figure it out,” Amy says, picking up on my frustration. She bends down and kisses the back of my neck, sending a jolt straight to my cock. “And I’ll be here to inspire you.”

Her breath is hot on my neck, and I spin in my chair, stand, and take her into my arms. As our tongues tangle, I run my fingers through her lush hair.

My best friend . . . with incredible benefits. It makes me think about how lucky I am to have Amy in my life. And then it just comes out.

“I love you.”

Her eyebrows raise, and she gets that sexy half-smile playing across her lips. “I wondered how long it would take you to figure that out.”

Okay, I can be a bit slow on the touchy, feely, emotional stuff. I’m a guy . . . what can I say.

Well, I didn’t exactly know what to say next, so I just dragged her to bed. Inspiring? Hell yeah. Sex was always so much better with Amy.


In the musky afterglow, she’s laying in my arms, just playing with my chest hair when she perks up. “Maybe that’s what you’ve been missing in your writing. I mean, you’ve got the sex down. God, have you got the sex down.” Her enthusiasm makes me smile. “Maybe you just need to add a little romance.”

I laugh out loud, but have to admit, the idea is intriguing. “You think I should write romance? I’m a guy.”

“There are guys that write romance,” she counters. “And you’d be great at it.”

So, she’s got me thinking.


I’m Back!

Amy rolls over in bed and gives me ‘those eyes.’

“God, you are something,” I say.

Weeks on the run, but we’ve finally escaped whoever was after us. We’ve found a safe place, away from everything we knew and started creating a new life away from all the craziness.

She’s been so amazing through it all. I run my hand through her hair, then pull her lips in to mine. The press of her naked body against me has me hard in no time.

“Oh no. Not again.” She pulls away. “You promised.”

I laugh and release her, but God I want her. It’s been so long since we’ve been able to just relax like this.

Yesterday I finally got my hands on a new laptop, and access to my files. My email box was filled with messages from friends and online fans all asking basically “Where the hell are you?” I promised Amy that today I’d post something, and that I’d make an effort to get back to my writing.

I know it’s been a long time, and I apologize, though it really wasn’t my fault. Things got crazy, now they’re better and I will try to post more often.

To make up for my absence I’ve put Sex and Lasers up for FREE for the next 5 days. Pick it up, here: if you haven’t already.

And look for more to come.

Yeah, I’m back.

On the run.

I’m writing this on a public computer in a small town public library. I’ve lost everything but gained the only thing that really matters.



She showed up at my apartment shortly after I posted my last blog. The scrutiny, the feeling of being watched, had intensified over the past day, so the knock on the door took me by surprise.

Amy walked in like she hadn’t been missing from my life for the past months. “Hi Marc. Ready for our lunch date?”

Her eyes were wide, and she nodded slowly at me as she stared intently at me.

“Um, sure,” I said. I’d have been happy to take her to lunch anyway, even though in that moment all I wanted to do was take her to bed. God, I’d missed her.

She’s my best friend, sexy as hell, and incredible in bed. She knows me like no one else.

“I’ve been looking forward to our date for a long time,” she says, walking over toward the couch. She stops by the lamp and lifts a devise that looks like a small, black shirt button with a thin wire dangling from it. I’d never seen it before, and had no idea what it was.

She mouthed the word “Bug” as she puts the device back under the lamp shade.

No wonder I was feeling watched.

“Well, let’s go get something to eat,” I say. “I’m starved.”

It wasn’t until we were out of the building and driving in her car that she opened up.

“They’ve been watching you too closely. Not giving us a chance to extract you. I had the best chance of getting you out because people in the building knew me from when I lived there.”

“Who’s watching me, I asked, “and why?”

She shook her head. “We’re not sure. Whoever they are, they’re after all of us. Psylons have been disappearing.”

Shit! I probably shouldn’t have been posting on my blog.

I didn’t say it. I just thought it, but Amy must have read my thoughts. “No. We want you to keep posting. If everything goes south, at least there will be some kind of public record of what’s happening. Write about everything…even this.”

So I am.

I can’t go back to my apartment, and I don’t have my laptop, but I do have all my passwords, and access to my writing via my cloud drive. My postings will probably be spotty over the next few weeks, but I’ll do what I can to keep this blog updated. If it goes dark…well, that probably means I’m not around anymore.

From what Amy tells me, these people are dangerous, and I’m lucky to have escaped.

There were black SUVs following us for a few miles, but Amy was able to manipulate a few minds and cause a traffic jam behind us. She appears to know a lot more about using these new powers than I do.

Anyway, that’s it for now. We have to head out. Amy’s taking me to a secret Psylon base, where we should be safe.

Fingers crossed. At least I have someone I trust beside me.