RWW – Flying the friendly skies

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Welcome to the Romance Writers Weekly Blog Hop.

The Romance Writers Weekly crew is a group of romance writers who hang out on our Facebook Page, and do a weekly blog hop to answer questions about our writing and face writing challenges.

Daughter of Darkness by S. C. Mitchell

Daughter of Darkness by S. C. Mitchell

If you’re joining me from S. C. Mitchell’s blog, or starting your hop here with me, welcome aboard.

I supplied today’s topic – Flash Fiction Challenge: Planes, trains, and automobiles (or even boats) give us a quick scene set on/in a moving vehicle.

I picked this topic because I was remembering back to my entrance into the Mile High Club:

It was an interesting time in my life. I never did get around to writing the whole story, and I’m probably never going to. I’ll leave that to your imagination. But that experience inspired today’s challenge to my RWW teammates.

So, here’s something new, and (mostly) fictional:

The Friendly Skies

By Marc Stevens


“Welcome aboard, Mr. Matthews.” The stewardess’ broad, genuine smile warmed Clive’s heart. Her short skirt and long sexy legs caused heat in a somewhat lower region.

Clive was more used to flying commercial, crushed between two strangers in the center seat with someone’s baby screaming in the seat behind. Okay, not always that bad, but God, he’d been there. He’d rather drive, take his time, and arrive with his mind intact.

“We need you today.” Tom Wendt wasn’t just offering him a part in his new movie. He was giving him the roll of a lifetime. Slade Steele, in the movie version of Marc Stevens’ Suburban Spies.

Clive couldn’t say no to next summer’s hottest romantic blockbuster.

Then Tom surprised Clive by sending a private plane. “I know how you hate to fly.” A comfortable Leer jet, pilot, co-pilot, and Jennifer.

“Nice.” He was talking about the plane. Then again, maybe he wasn’t.

Jennifer motioned him in. “Take a seat, Mr. Matthews. We’ll be taking off shortly.”

He buckled into the cushy single seat. I could get used to this.

She took the seat across from him, giving him a chance to study her.

Piercing blue eyes, and plump red lips were framed by a fall of golden curls. A low-cut uniform that offered a generous hint of cleavage.

“I loved you in Island Heat.” Her eyes widened as her tongue dragged across her lower lip.

“Don’t tell me you actually watched that.” Nobody admitted to watching Island Heat. While Clive thought he’d turned in an acceptable performance, the film was so poorly edited, it was almost unwatchable. Still, there was that love scene that went viral on Youtube, but with the lovely Miss Paige playing opposite, that wasn’t really acting.

Jennifer unbuckled her seat belt as the plane leveled off. “I thought you were great.”


God. Clive Matthews. Everyone knew he was the next big thing in Hollywood, even though Island Heat bombed at the box office something fierce. That hadn’t been his fault, and his performance shined through the shitty production. Especially that hot sex scene.

Jennifer took a deep breath, trying to center herself. This was no time to go all fan-girl over him. “Can I offer you coffee . . . something stronger?” Me?

“Wine, if you’ll join me.”

What girl in her right mind would turn down that invitation?

She fought to keep the excitement from her tone. “White or red?”

His gaze captured hers. Dark, bedroom eyes that held erotic promise.

“Surprise me.” His tone dripped with orgasmic invitation.

A sensual wave cascaded through her.

Oh, she planned to surprise him.


Sorry. I gotta stop there. I’ll let you fill in what happens next.

Then hop a train over to A. S. Fenichel’s bog as the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop continues:

Tainted Bride by A. S. Fenichel

Tainted Bride by A. S. Fenichel





RWW- What sparked the idea?

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Welcome to the Romance Writers Weekly Blog Hop.

The Romance Writers Weekly crew is a group of romance writers who hang out on our Facebook Page, and do a weekly blog hop to answer questions about our writing and face writing challenges.

Coming soon - Preorder now.

Coming soon – Preorder now.

Today I’m taking the hand-off from the amazing A.S. Fenichel. Are you as excited as I am about her new Forever Brides series?

Ms. Fenichel also supplied today topic: Choose one of your books and tell us where the idea came from. Was it a dream, an overheard conversation, did it spark from a previous book you wrote? How did the idea come to you and how did it evolve into a full story. If you want to share a snippet, that would be awesome too. 😀


It’s hard to believe this happened over three years ago. It seems like only yesterday I was messing around with the Points Club. I consider it my “growth” period. Anyway, speaking of messing around, the inspiration for Whipped Cream and Other Delights actually came from an old record album cover, but it turned into a tasty sexual encounter.

Whipped Cream Cover

I’ve already blogged about how it came to be and you can read that here:

And instead of just giving you a snippet, I’ve decided to give you the whole thing. Right now you can get Whipped Cream and Other Delights #FREEClick Here.

Then continue your blog hop with the amazing Fiona Riplee at:

Circle of Lies by Fiona Ripplee.

Circle of Lies by Fiona Ripplee.


Lust with a Laugh

I’m being interviewed today over on the Lust with a Laugh blog:

A very fun blog to be sure, and I’m grateful for the exposure.

So, if you found your way here via Lust with a Laugh, welcome! If you want to start my story at the beginning go here:

A Man in the shadows - season 1 - Half Cover


Or for an easier way to read the first season of it, check out my blog compilation:







That Girl Across the HallAs a thank you for visiting, I’ve put my first story, That Girl Across The Hall up for FREE. Get it here:

Thanks for stopping by

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.