The birth of a fictional character

Wow, January 12 again already? Where does the time go?

Today is my birthday. I’m 4 years old.

Yup. Me. Marc Stevens.

Time to come clean.

I’m not real. (Probably not a big revelation.)

I was created 4 years ago today as a vehicle for HIM to experiment. And by that I mean, write deeper sex scenes in HIS books.

Erotica. Pure sex. No barriers.

And with that in mind I launched my first blog 4 years ago:

Happy Birthday to me!

Over those four years I have “lived” and evolved. From pure sex to sexy romance. Even putting out a somewhat legitimate, traditionally published story: Suburban Spies.

Suburban Spies promo

HE never saw that coming four years ago. He even tried to kill me off a couple of times. And I just kept coming back.

So, what’s in the future for me. Hard to tell.

HE has a lot on his plate, and tends to ignore me for long periods at a time, but I’m still here, so that’s something.

I do have a full novel in the works, but it probably won’t be out any time soon.

We’ll see.



Meet That Girl Across The Hall #FREE

Want to find out how I met my girl Amy?

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That Girl Across the Hall

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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.

The people watching the people watching me.

It all seemed a little too convenient, I know. Someone like Sarah showing up at the 4th of July fireworks, looking for me. Okay, I was horny and not thinking very clearly. That Psylon hunger thing Dr. Paul told me about, is very real.

Sexy woman with champagne over fireworks background
Anyway, I remember some of the Psylons I’d met on my visit to their hidden base telling me about mind shields. At the time, I had to just take their word that such things existed. But now I’ve encountered one, and know exactly how they feel. So I’m starting to wonder if she specifically targeted me?

sexy coupleI may not be able to read her mind, but there are other minds around that are like open books. Take Heather and Jim. That young couple I told you about that lives just a few doors down from me. They’re starting to notice strange people hanging around. Businessmen People who don’t live in the apartment building, but seem to always be wondering through.


Something is definitely going on. I’ve even picked Sarah’s face from the minds of many of my neighbors. I think she’s been spying on me.


It’s something I’m going to have to investigate further.

Fireworks under the stars.

Yesterday was Independence Day in more one way for me. I’m not much of a parade and greasy food kind of guy, but there’s just something about fireworks I find fascinating, so after hiding out all day in my apartment, I decided to slip down to the lake to watch the fireworks last night. It was the first time I’d been out of my apartment for any extended time since my blackout period.

I grabbed a couple of wine coolers and a blanket, and headed to the lakeside park. There was quite a crowd gathered, but no one I recognized. In the midst of the crowd, I began to realize just how overwhelming these new mind powers can be. I could barely concentrate, with so many stray thoughts bombarding my brain.

I packed up and moved down the beach, to a more secluded area. Just before the fireworks show began I found a nice, quiet place, under some trees, that still had a good view of the cloudless night sky over the lake.

As the first few fireworks exploded overhead, I opened a wine cooler and sat back. It was easy to relax and just lose myself in the display.

“Do you really want to be alone tonight?” The silky voice surprised me. I hadn’t sensed anyone near.

Sexy woman with champagne over fireworks background
Out of the darkness a gorgeous woman appeared. Long dark hair, bright eyes, and pouty lips that begged to be kissed. Her skimpy dress advertized sleek lines and sexy curves. She held a glass of wine in one hand and took a stance that shouted ‘available.’

“Hi,” I said rising (in more ways than one). “I’m Marc.”

“I know,” she answered. “I know who you are, and what you are.”

The hair on the back of my neck rose. Who was this chick?

I tried like hell to delve her mind, but something was blocking me. “Who are you?”

“Someone who’s looking out for you. Someone who cares.”

That didn’t answer any of my questions.

Then she smiled, and held up her hand. “I’m Sarah. Can I join you?”

I invited her to sit down on the blanket next to me. What the hell, she was hot and even without being able to read her mind, I had a good guess as to what was on her mind. “So, when you said you knew what I am, you mean you know I’m a writer? You read my blog?”

She smiled. “That too. I also know you’re a Psylon.”

I wasn’t expecting that. “That’s just stuff I write about on my blog. You know . . . fiction,” I lied.

“If you say so,” she said, sliding her hand up my thigh and squeezing my crotch. “I just love authors.” Now I really didn’t need to read her mind to know what she was thinking.

I reached over and ran my fingers through her silky locks, cupping the back of her head and drawing her lips toward mind. There was no resistance.

As the night sky exploded with color, we rolled on the blanket locked in a kiss that had me ready to pop. She worked my jeans open and freed my cock, while I worked my fingers under her dress. She was so wet. So ready.

“I need you now. Rough and quick.” She was breathing heavily, her full breasts heaving against my chest.

So that’s the way I took her.

After, we wrapped in the blanket and watched the rest of the fireworks. Then I took her home and made a few more.

I fell asleep in her arms, but when I woke this morning, she was gone.

A dream? Maybe. Things have been so weird lately.

But I don’t think so.

Happy Independence Day!