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.



RWW – Flying the friendly skies

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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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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.


RWW – Rolling Waves and Fireworks.

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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.

I’m taking the hand-off from S. C. Mitchell today. If you missed him, or are starting here and want to hop back, he’s at:

And check out his sexy space opera series, Hearts in Orbit:


Click to check out Wishing Game by A.S. Fenichel

Click to check out Wishing Game by A.S. Fenichel

Today’s topic comes from A.S. Fenichel – If you live in the U.S., How did you spend yesterday? Tell us about your Independance day weekend. Now make up a really short story about how you wish you’d spent it. Can be as long or as short as you want, but make us wish we’d been there too. Oh and if you live outside the U.S., you can join the fiction part. If you were visiting during the 4th of July holiday, how do you imagine the day? GET CREATIVE!


On the down side, being a fictional character, HE pretty much ignored me all weekend to indulge in all manner of fun and festivities. On the plus side, this blog forces him to give me a bit of fun for myself. So, here’s really (fictionally speaking) how I spent my 4th of July.


A day on the beach, a picnic basket full of food, a a couple ice cold beers went a long way to pulling my head out of the story I was writing. Amy in her bikini is always a great diversion as well.

I’d surprised Amy with the little getaway, getting everything ready before she even made her way out of bed that morning.

“Come on. It’ll be fun.”

She didn’t disagree.

Thought the Bayside beach was crowded, we found a spot to lay our towels and set up the cooler, then took some time to swim and fool around in the waves before settling in. We’re both nose deep in books right now, but there’s no better feeling then Amy laying on my lap while I read a sexy new release.

A break for lunch followed by an easy afternoon absorbed in a book. What could be better?

But as the sun sunk toward the horizon I had one more surprise for her.

“Jack Thompson lent me his boat for tonight.”

God I love it when Amy smiles. “Really?”

Jack is this rich, artist friend of mine. I really need to write his story sometime. Anyway his boat is a pretty good sized yacht.

An hour and a half later I’m pushing two arm-less chases together as the stars begin to twinkle overhead. The breeze turns a bit chill, so I pull a cover over Amy and myself as the first bang lights up the sky.

Colorful fireworks explode in a Maine harbor at dusk filled with boats.

With the waves gently rocking the boat, Amy and I set off a few fireworks of our own under the cover.

Happy 4th?

Oh, yeah.


So how was Leslie Hachtel‘s holiday weekend? Find out as the RWW blog hope continues at:…

And be sure to check out Leslie’s amazing Dream Dancer:

Dream Dancer