Wicked Wednesday #306 — Travel (Flashback)

I totally am always up to challenge myself with a new prompt from Marie, whether it goes along with my story plot or not!!! This week however, I think to continue with Eliza’s story since she has done a bit of traveling…and traveled a lot mentally last week while she was having a cappuccino with […]

Wicked Wednesday #305 — Catastrophe

“It could have been a catastrophe!” Sally exclaimed, her wide smile both warm and menacing at once. Eliza smiled, and took a sip of her cappuccino—they made sure not to have drinks this time so they could really have a conversation. The brocade curtains gave a Victorian feel to the busy Greenwich Village street. Eliza […]

Wicked Wednesday #193: Ménage à trois

Eliza was going to make this work, because it had worked all along. It had worked before—they had worked before—she and Rafe before Margaux. And they would work, the three of them. She spilled champagne in her haste to get dressed in the lingerie shop and purchased the champagne-stained intimates, so they go out with […]

My Sexy Saturday: A Sexy Encounter

This past Sunday, I was my friend Ivy O’Hara’s guest blogger (yesterday she was mine!). I was nervous to be her guest because she is an enviably good writer! But she liked my story, “Hot Chocolate” . I guess I love writing about chocolate–I also wrote “Chocolate Covered” for Chemical Sex…want some chocolate?! Adrienne smiled, and sipped […]

I'm Wicked Wednesday #138 — Graveyards/Cemeteries

Eliza walked along Rue Edgar Quinet toward the Montparnasse Cemetery. She was not going there to visit any of the famous graves. In all her time in Paris, she had never visited any of the cemeteries there. She was going because Adrien had asked her to meet him there. That was the effect that Adrien […]

Wicked Wednesday — New Year's

“Did you see him?” “Yes,” Eliza answered Rafe. It was weird for him to ask her if she had seen Oscar yet, but that was the reason why she was able to go to Shanghai in the first place. She was sitting in the airport, her legs and ankles crossed like a picture she saw […]