I upchuck overwrought adjectives from the steaming stomach of my vocabulary and glare at the undigested mass of regurgitated indignities. Could verbal vomit neutralize a less loathsome stench? Would unprocessed, preservative-free lingo, as yet unsullied by hefty quantities of bitter bile, emulate the floral quality of five dozen roses?
Happy Memorial Day! I’m celebrating my day off by offering my sexy short story Poison II: Spring free on Amazon. Warning: if M/M (male/male) erotica does not suit your taste, it would behoove you to avoid this naughty quick(ie) read.
For the rest of you, here’s a bite to whet your appetite: Continue reading