Series -

Todd Hollow Series (Not for the faint of heart.)
Deadly Games
Deadly Affairs

Coming Soon - Weston Cove Series

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Another Year Passed

I'm sure others will agree when I ask where in the heck did 2010 go?  I mean not to sound too cliche but it seems as if we were just getting into 2010 when here we are almost into 2011.   I'm not sure I care for the idea that the time is speeding by at break neck speeds that leave me wondering what I did over these last 12 months of THIS year.

Okay I did manage to put up a mini series on which has been earning a steadier rate of readers. 

I managed to get into my laptop ALL the letters written between my parents during WWII (160) that actually tells the tale of a delightful love story as well as why my parents stayed together for over 65 plus years before they passed on seven years ago.

My production level as a writer has somehow not kept up with my goals to produce.  I am hoping that in 2011 both will get into sync once again so that I can complete the projects that are in process of becoming more that just WIP's on a back burner.

Meantime, I'm gearing up to celebrate in incoming new year and hope that things will turn around for all of us so that we all accomplish the goals we have set for ourselves whatever goals they may be.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Time Flies By Too Darn Fast

I can't believe that my last posting here was in September and here it is December 13.   Where did the time go I'm now asking myself? 

I could blame it on the holiday seasons, yet that's not really going to fly.  Writers do not "not" write during any season.  Taking out a few minutes every day for a blog isn't asking for much.

Yet, I'm trying to determine what prevented me from blogging here on a regular basis.

I'm sure I'll come up with something.

I'm thinking it might be because of my working on a couple of non-fiction projects.  Now I'm at the point where I need to get back into more fiction.

Or maybe because once the cold weather settled in I'm simply not working as fast or as long as I used to but instead find myself cuddled up on the sofa with one of my "blankies" over me and sipping hot ginger tea.

I do know that the last WIP in the Pleasure of Our Company series has been waiting for me to get to it, and get to it pronto?

Okay, now I'm also thinking that I may have incurred a bit of "writer's block."   It happens.  I wrote a good part of that story but came to a dead halt.  Something inside my brain simply would not operate on the level that could have enabled me to finish that story.  It needed to gel.   What I mean by gelling, it needed to settle down somewhere inside my brain, perculate for a time until I knew where the heck I was going to go with that story.

You see there are inherent evil doings in these stories.  The evil is palpable.  And I suddenly find myself unable to deal with this evil and so immerse myself in other types of writings, such as memoirs of my parents...letters they wrote to each other while my dad served in the army during WWII   -  1942 - 1945.  There are between them over 160 letters that actually form a storyline, even a plot with a beginning, middle, and ending. 

This of course took me away from the "evil" that permeates through my mini series The Pleasure of Our Company.

Also, as those of us who live here in Connecticut,  know the Petit trial started in September.  This is the trial of one of two monsters who wreaked unspeakable horrifying acts against an innocent family in the town of Cheshire, Connecticut...only 29 minutes from where I live.  If anyone cares to read it, an occurrence of synchronicity happened just before this trial began.  I write about it at my other blog/newsletter.   I think once the trial began, once again my focus became redirected as a result my WIP's needed to wait until I was ready to bring my attention back to them.

What happened on that terrible July morning in 2007 at the Petit house only confirms that evil does exist in our world and that it can as it did with me take us off track from living our ordinary days.

I do know because of the evil that occurred here in Connecticut, future stories in my own series will take on greater meaning, namely that we must become aware of this evil around us, not  ignore it, and always be on guard to what is really happening around us by becoming a bit more vigilant with our own.

Yes, I agree as many will say I'm's a hell of a way to live but in today's modern times probably quite necessary.

The verdict was I think a just verdict made by jurors who gave this first defendant the death penalty on numerous accounts.  Justice was served here in Connecticut.  Next summer another trial begins as the second monster is brought to justice. If  only those two depraved souls had listened to the voice of reason and compassion instead of acting upon a voice whose origin can only be designated as pure unadulterated evil lives would have been spared. 

Okay today I'll focus my attention on Rhonda's Story, which will be the 8th story in my series.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

What Do Dreams Really Mean?

Some dreams vanish upon awakening.  Some dreams remain with us throughout the day.  I'm not sure if it was the lamb chop I ate, the broccoli, spinach salad, or puree squash.  Maybe it was the two cups of chamomille tea and the two cookies that I enjoyed at a late hour.  I don't know. 

I dreamt that I was pregnant.  Yep, at least six months.  I felt very fat in the dream, all of it in my stomach.  In the dream itself I knew how old I was and though I didn't feel that old I kept telling myself when this baby is ten years old, I'm going to be very old.  This baby is going to be a lot younger than my oldest granddaughter, etc.  I kept saying to myself will I survive the delivery?  How am I going to keep up with raising this child?  What kind of energy will I even have when this child is only ten years old.  On and on and on my mind raced inside that dream. 

Then I woke up to the sounds of thunder and when I pushed the drapes open spotted lightning in the distance.  

Pure relief swept over me.  I looked over at my PeekaPoo dog who was looking back at me.  Hallelujah!  It was only a dream! 

Unlike my heroine in my story NIGHT FANTASIES, which recently earned some nice reviews, I certainly did want to wake up from that dream, and realize it was only just that. 

Still, I wonder what this type of dream about being pregnant especially for a woman way past child bearing years actually means.

Now I do have to add that while getting x-rays at a local chiropractor's office, there was this huge sign stating to let the technician know whether or not I was pregnant.  In fact it was the doctor who asked me, and I remember telling her if I am, then it's a miracle! 

Perhaps my mind simply stored that away where it would come out later in the form of a dream. 

Who knows. 

All I know is that I'm very very happy that this was only a dream. 


Thursday, September 2, 2010



This is my first book by Collette Thomas and I really liked it and read it quickly. The characters have values and were considerate of each other's feelings. Collette brought up issues of divorce, but only to show that Valerie and Ross were vulnerable, yet still open to a new relationship. She makes you feel all warm and fuzzy for Ross and you want to take him home and snuggle up with him on the couch (or bed). He's Valerie's macho hero who helps her out of a couple jams (no pun intended) with her catering jobs. She realizes he's a man's man, but still not afraid to help her out in the kitchen.

I highly recommend Night Fantasies by Collette Thomas and I hope to read more from her in the near future!

Rated 5 Delightful Divas and a Recommended Read by Shelly!

CLICK HERE To Read Entire Review :


Valerie stood in the middle of Russ Harper’s cabin, clutching her small purple beaded bag. Now what?
His cabin, far roomier than the one she shared with Jessica, contained more amenities-a compact refrigerator and a microwave took up one small corner space.
You never needed to leave this room if you chose not to. Russ Harper probably always went first class. Valerie wondered what he did for a living that allowed these luxuries-not that it mattered a whole lot. She was content to stay in the present-a present where she could indulge in such fantasies.
In all probability they would not see each other again after the cruise. Like ocean tides, shipboard romances came and went. Once back in the states, her fantasies would burst like floating crowns of soap bubbles, reminding her that her ordinary life held no room for the exotic.
Or, she thought, repressing a giggle, the erotic.
She sat on the bed, which seemed to fill the room, and ventured a look his way.
Russ held a bottle of expensive champagne. He winked at her. Soon the sound of a popping cork broke the silence.
As Russ Harper moved about, the flexing of well-developed muscles was obvious even through the expensive fitted shirt.
"I like the dress," Russ remarked as he effortlessly removed the cork. "Deep purple is your color." He handed her a slender crystal flute he had just filled with the bubbling wine.
Her eyes never left his as she took a tentative sip. A tiny indiscernible voice warned her to leave. She still had time to save herself.
"I’m not sure I should’ve come," she found the courage to admit.
"There’s no reason to be nervous," he said, moving closer. With one finger he gently stroked her bottom lip. "We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We can talk…get to know each other better. I do like this purple dress," he softly repeated, his eyes gently raking over her form. "This is definitely your color. Whenever I think about this night, I will always remember you in this dress. It may haunt my dreams.”


Wednesday, September 1, 2010

A Case of Mistaken Identity


Warning:  Strong explicit sexual language, bdsm, menage

Blurb:  A story of double deception:

At the request of his father, Jonathan Wetherall the Third agrees to meet his childhood nemesis for a week of fun and relaxation.  He arrives at the airport expecting a red-headed, blue-eyed pain in the neck.  Instead he finds an attractive overly sexy woman doing a bad job of impersonating her roommate.

Determined to show her a thing or two, Jonathan pretends to be a stranger, calling himself Flynt Adams, a cowboy from Albuquerque.   

While waiting to meet the skinny nerd described by her roommate, Myrna Dunbar is approached by a blond jock dressed like a cowboy motorcycle bum.  Convinced that Jonathan has decided to stand up her roommate, she must now decide whether to accept this stranger’s offer of fun and adventure or return to her lonely, unexciting life.

Hot Sex with a Stranger is a coming of age story that leaves very little, if anything, to the imagination as it explores the world of bondage, submission and everything in between.


Myrna pressed her hand to her mouth stifling any sound that might escape and give her away.  She’d become a voyeur, she mused.  Yet realizing this did not have her pull away, or shutting the door.  Instead she watched as Adrienne manipulated Art’s cock, and again, wondered…could she?  Would she dare?
This certainly was not the Adrienne who taught Myrna how to throw a curve ball when they played on the high school softball team.
This certainly was not the Adrienne who baked gingerbread cookies for the holidays.  Only last Christmas they put together a gingerbread house, and donated it to a local women’s shelter.
Some irrational fear curled inside Myrna forcing the realization that although at times she suspected this side of Adrienne she now had to accept the fact Adrienne allowed men these certain liberties.
She stared as Adrienne put her palms on Art’s muscled thighs, then brought her lips to the tip of his cock.  Art sighed, entangling his fingertips into her roommate’s hair while inch by inch his cock disappeared into Adrienne’s mouth. 
Myrna stared as Adrienne’s fingertips ran along the silky skin of his balls, sliding her fingertips behind. 
“Ahhh, don’t stop!” Art begged. 
Adrienne sucked, and swallowed, and taunted him with her tongue.
Myrna could only stare, and wonder as questions queued up inside her mind.  What did it feel like?  How did it taste?  It looked as if Adrienne was truly enjoying what she was doing to this man who was obviously in the throes of sheer ecstasy. 
A fucking blow job, Myrna’s mind cried.  Her roommate was good at giving fucking blow jobs.  Who knew?  Could they ever again share the task of making a gingerbread house? 
Sudden envy filled Myrna at the sight of Art in such rapture as Adrienne fiercely worked her mouth along the length of him.  Myrna couldn’t help feel these two people had truly become one—putting sex in motion, with Adrienne in control.
When was the last time Myrna controlled any situation?  The thought set off a spark of anger somewhere inside.
Moments later Art gently pushed Adrienne down to the soft carpet and spread her thighs a part.  A gasp escaped Adrienne’s lips then cried out, “Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!”
            Myrna let out a sharp gasp, not remembering if Adrienne had ever said that word that loud in her presence.  Hearing it now under these circumstances ignited a strange wondrous heat that Myrna knew was not going to dissipate soon.  She could almost smell her roommate’s sweet wet cunt.  She focused on Art’s ‘manhood’ hard and erect demonstrating to the world it was indeed ready to do its work.
He lowered himself and Myrna watched the tight lean butt of perfection while her roommate disappeared from view.
She watched the gorgeous undulating butt.
She watched as he entered Adrienne’s pussy.
Watched as heated flesh undulated against heated flesh.
Watched as Art hungrily sought out Adrienne’s lustful wantonness, caring nothing about consequences except to fully satisfy his need. 
Myrna didn’t think it got any simpler. 
No love involved here she decided.
No emotions that confused their ultimate goal.
Nothing erroneously elevating this act to anything more than what it was—the pursuit of sheer sexual pleasure and gratification.
It left Myrna disoriented.  Left her wondering if she could ever play out a similar role.  Or would propriety and moral conscience deny her the pleasure?  Although she suddenly felt she might survive the guilt inherent in such acts, and learn to live with any regret later if she ever traveled this road. 
Myrna knew from the erotic adventures depicted in those erotic novels Adrienne kept in her room that she could not picture herself performing any of these depraved act.  Never.
Not Myrna Dunbar, safe never sorry Myrna Dunbar.
Nonetheless, blood pounded inside her head and made her realize she could not deny that she enjoyed watching these two explore, brazenly act out every part of whatever fantasy they had chosen to play out.
            Muscles rippled beneath Art’s firm taut skin as he straddled Adrienne, stretched his limbered torso across her naked form and took control.
The sight of Adrienne’s submission caused Myrna’s pussy to become wet and wanting and imaged him taking that same control of her.

Collette Thomas

Monday, August 30, 2010

When Fiction and Reality Merge

The other day I took a ride down a road located in my area.  This particular road I've mentioned before in earlier posts.  The name of the road is the same as the name of my series - Todd Hollow.  

It was a bright summer day producing deep well defined shadows.  Driving down the winding roadway, through what can look like a tunnel of tall trees, the shadows were quite pronounced.  The smalls lakes were high from the rainfull.  Some of the water had become discolored probably by growing algae beneath the surface.  The road produces a polarizing effect in that there are some really nice homes, but not far from these are small shacks, and what looked like abandoned trailers.  An abandoned horse trailer, rusted, dented, some of the brownish paint showing through gives a sense of not only abandonment, but also a sinister air of perhaps evil wrongdoing having been committed. 

Images of submerged bodies float through my mind.  I think of the stories I can write, and the fact that horrific events can occur along any road inhabited by ordinary folks. 

Yep, that's the way the mind of a writer works, at least my mind.  

Within our subconscious I think writers already create ahead of time their stories where they can germinate, percolate, and eventually come to fruition.  

The what if's fly fast and furious.  

We as writers don't just see through the boughs of trees, we see past them, into another dimension where roles are played out as good and evil battle it out.
Who remembers Pet Cemetery?  

Who remembers the road Stephen King writes about -- a back road in Maine -- similar to this road I talk about where fast moving trucks barrel by, some filled with newly cut timber?  And who remembers what happens to the main character's pet cat?   I was an avid Stephen King fan and so I continue somewhere in my psyche to become inspired by this genre.

A sense of impending doom fills me to some degree whenever I take the time to drive down Todd Hollow Road.  

Yes, I am inspired.  Story ideas queue up inside my brain, triggering those innermost cells to store the images so that when I sit down at my computer, I draft up a storyline that serves as somewhat of a catharsis or release for my own fears of the unknown.  

The third story in Todd Hollow is doing just that.  I know it is.  I feel this energy swirling inside me, plus an anticipation as well.  I want to get started.  In fact  I know before the distractions of these summer months I did start the third book.  The characters are waiting for me.  One in particular who must drum up the courage within himself to return to a place that had stolen from him his most prized possession.   Do I know what that is yet?  Somewhere in the nucleus of the cells of my brain, the part that stores memories from past times, I do.

Tonight I will again remember to lock my doors! 

One sight that greets the eye along Todd Hollow Road.

Yes, the truck on the right reads PHANTOM TRANSPORT.  This was taken last spring.  It is no longer there as of yesterday.  I'm thinking it disappeared, and just maybe might be found at the very bottom of the pond that is now covered with a thin coat of algae. 

Through these boughs I envison not only the lake waters, but something 
sinister ... something that will ensure I keep my doors locked at night. 

DEADLY GAMES and DEADLY AFFAIRS can be found at DAMNATION BOOKS  - The first two stories in my TODD HOLLOW SERIES. 

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Creating New Worlds

While working on the eighth story in my mini series The Pleasure of Our Company I realized I had indeed created a new world, a fantasy world in which my mind will dwell for as long as I write this series.

For those who have read the first seven stories will easily see that what I've done with each story is to introduce characters.  Each character has their own story to tell.  It is like going into a new town and getting to know the people that live there.  Slowly, we start to form a sense of connection not only with the characters but the venue in which they exist, which is an escort service that provides pleasures in all forms for their clients.

Why an escort service?  I felt it provided an intriguing background for these characters, especially since such characters present a complex psychological makeup that allows me to create stories that can push the envelope.  Also the fact that good vs. evil is the common denominator here.  Who will win out?  Or will this become a never ending battle between the two, as it is in life.

The story line has been a constant challenge in the fact that I live with these characters in a way that will have me guessing each of their outcome.  Rhonda Barrett's story is the last one as far as introductions go.  This tells me that I've completed Book One in the series.  Book One is the initial phase where we get a glimpse of what is to come.  Deputy Jonah Church expresses it more succinctly in my last story when he tells a fellow co-worker we are in war!.  She assumes he means Afghanistan, but he clarifies that the war may take place right there in Westin Cove.

These revelations are what has been happening to me starting with Tanya's story, who is not the Master of her coven but we discover is only second in command.  Damon controls, orchestrates, and pretty much calls the shots.

From the start as I introduce these characters, each one has enough power within themselves to wreak havoc in the lives of those who form some connection with them.

The community they all exist is called Westin Cove, a fictitious town set somewhere within the boundaries of the state of Nevada.

Yes, I've created this world, and will continue to write these stories that can bring the mind to places of extraordinary circumstances.

The Pleasure of Our Company can be found at
Look for my Listmania or follow the links below to each story:








RHONDA'S STORY - Scheduled for a September 2010 Release

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

A Reader Just Made My Day!

As writers we often wonder how much readers enjoy our work, or if they enjoy it at all.  Today Smashwords sends me a notification of a review done by a reader on one of the stories in my mini series The Pleasure of Our Company, specifically Kacie's Story. 

The review is short and to the point but it tells me a whole lot.  It tells me I'm on track and that I need to keep writing stories for this series.  Not a problem!   I'm having too much fun writing these stories, developing these characters, and creating plots that not only keep the series going, but create hopefully a fan base of readers who are looking for more.

The review reads: 

Review by: ROBIN STILLWELL on Aug. 17, 2010 : (no rating)
If your looking for real erotica this is an awesome story.
This is the best book out of the series.
I loved it.

Thanks Ms Stillwell.

Kacie's Story can be found at and also Smashwords

Monday, August 16, 2010

We're Halfway into August already!

As I sit here typing this I'm looking out of my side window at the western sky. It appears somewhat ominous out there with dark clouds coming in. Considering what they predicted --t-storms for this afternoon, I've kept a close eye on the western sky.

The last ones that came through brought with them a tornado, which is not a usual occurrence here where I live. In fact, in this part of the country we don't usually have  tornadoes hit us yet lately they have been mentioned in weather forecasts.

In fact I'm in one of the counties just mentioned on the TV where severe storm warnings have been issued.

I'm ready to once again grab my Peekapoo puppy, who sits close by side and head down into the basement beneath a desk where I already have a blanket, a flashlight, and other things to keep us comfortable. Scary yes!

Once the storms have passed I hope to get back to working on the eighth story in the mini series The Pleasure of Our Company.   Rhonda's Story is forthcoming.

For those who have followed this series up to this point, Rhonda as you may be aware is a newcomer, and right now is one of the clients of TPOOC's escort service.

That will change.

Things are really beginning to heat up in the town of Weston Cove. So far I ended the last story with one of the characters in limbo. Mainly because I needed to contemplate exactly what was going to happen to Nick Carter. He entered this state of limbo while experiencing pleasures with his favorite escort Adrianna, who knows not only how to push his buttons, but also how to push the envelope.

All this has been ruminating inside my brain. This is what happens to writers, and why a writer's mind is somewhat different from those who don't spend hours creating fiction.

We tend to get lost inside our worlds, even while performing mundane tasks that require not much thinking.

I know I often get a faraway look on my face.  Most attribute this look to pure bouts of daydreaming. That is what writers do more often than not -- daydream our way through a story from start to finish.

I've found that my mind works on aspects of a story on a  24/7 basis where eventually I am aware of where I must go not only with the plotting of the story, but also with what misadventures must occur.

Sometimes I don't always like what is revealed to me during these revelations. Yet I know even if unpleasant outcomes occur, then so be it.

I tend to write dark stories that delve into that side many deny exists within themselves. Some may call it the dark side of the soul. And it does exist. Some may even be born with this propensity to walk the line between what is regarded as good and what is labeled as evil.

Both series Todd Hollow and Weston Cove depict a reality that changes, presenting a venue where most things aren't what they appear to be on the surface. Many of my characters possees this inherent evil, or what Dr. Scott Peck in his book People of Lie, refers to as, "...that which kills the spirit. Evil is real and palpable in our lives and must be recognized as such. For only when we recognize evil in its many forms, and call it by name, are we able to heal it."

Yes, a certain evil exists within my characters who work at TPOOC. As I write these stories, I am constantly wondering myself who will win, and whether or not good or evil is the victor?

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Tuesday, July 13, 2010


I formed this new Yahoo Group for the purpose of giving authors one more place where they can promote themselves.  I do hope more readers also join because so far this group that has been in existence for a very short time is starting to provide some excellent excerpts of some very compelling reads.  Anyone interested in this genre would be wise to join the group either as an author who wants to promote her work or as a reader who wants to find out where to get some enjoyable sexy SUMMER reads.  


Friday, June 25, 2010

Creating New Worlds, New Communities, New Fantasies

I've been writing for a number of years now.  Still it amazes me how a world can be created even if only inside a writer's brain, and take on a reality that can keep someone like me up nights.

Last night while sitting at this computer until past midnight and working on the sixth story in my series THE PLEASURE OF OUR COMPANY I realized I am or have created another community that will probably have me up future nights thinking about what is going to happen next.

The first community I created for myself was Todd Hollow where a serial killer wreaks havoc within the town of Todd Hollow, also fictitious and specifically the female residents were bodies turn up.  Book One Deadly Games and Book Two Deadly Affairs have been getting their share of nice reviews.  Both stories are available at Damnation Books

And there now exists another albeit fictitious venue called Weston Cove, a location that becomes more real to me with each new story that I write in my series The Pleasure of Our Company.  As I continue creating my characters, both the undead, the living, and somewhere in between, characters engage in activities that are not only secretive, and dark, but may have me experiencing a few more sleepless nights or wake me up mornings as this last story has done.

Scenarios for Adrianna's Story were going through my mind, each scene playing itself out.  I'm not sure exactly how this one is going to end.   It is another short one, succinct, to the point, yet at this writing is demonstrating how deep one can go within the psychological makeup of a character's psyche.  In turn, as most writer become aware doing so enlightens us to the fact that every person has a place inside them they may dare not go, or even want to acknowledge, and may certainly deny its very existence.   That is the shadow part of ourselves.  It exists.  Yet, many can somehow keep it at bay, keep the lid on it, ignore it, overcome it, never give into it, and certainly not live out some of those dark fantasies it might want to play out.

Nick Carter acknowledges this part of himself in the fifth story -- Jaden's Story -- where he is pretty much forced to sample a bit of bdsm and finds it can be addictive.  The elements of pain, pleasure, even fear become for him an aphrodisiac.  Yet, in giving into these desires and fantasies, he risks the life of his sister Stephanie who depends on him and realizes he might be in trouble.  (Can't say any more but the possibilities of what will happen is what kept me up last night.)

I did not know any of this before writing this sixth story and why last night this realization kept me wide awake for awhile.  I finally slipped into bed, watched some TV which soon lulled me to sleep.  Upon awakening a scene immediately entered my mind.  I'll work on that today.  Hopefully, I will get the story done in time to release it next week in time to celebrate the July 4th weekend!

Stories One through Five of the series can be found at and the links to each story can be found in my LISTMANIA list at

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

I'm eating a few pieces of dark chocolate (85% cocoa).  Today I also had some avocado, and an hour later a can of sardines.  I think I've met my quota for essential fatty acids!   

I'm trying to eat everything healthy this week.    Thursday I go for my yearly physical. 

Then I spotted this photo.  

I think is will help raise some of those feel good endorphins, don't you?  It might also raise my blood pressure too.  

But hey...what a way to go!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Tomorrow's my Birthday!

Today I renewed my driver's license.   I didn't have to wait too long, about a half hour.  I made sure to put some make up on, and when it was time to have the picture taken to smile.  After all I'm going to have to live with the photo for the next six years. 

I'm sitting there and thinking...holy cow, how old will I be then? 

Don't want to think about it.

Age is just a number, which I've been telling myself a lot lately.

I don't feel my age, and hopefully in six years I'll say the same thing.

Then again, I'm hoping considering what is happening in the Gulf, that this world will still be here.

I can't allow myself to think along those lines, but you have to wonder.  What is really happening?  Instead of preserving our environment, we continue to make it unliveable not only for the poor animals but for ourselves.

Hello, the ocean is our source of life!  What happens when that becomes so poluted that all the sea creatures die off? 

Now now did I get on this subject.  Maybe because a driver's license means driving a car that requires gas to operate.  How about providing people like me a vehicle that doesn't need gas, but can actually operate on a source of energy that does no harm to the environment whatsoever.   And providing it at a cost that I people like me on fixed incomes can afford?

Maybe that makes too much sense...common sense.

In any event, the photo above is pretty much what is now on my brand new license, and one that I will have to live with for the next six years. 

Monday, June 7, 2010

READ Excerpts below from the first five stories in the series
THE PLEASURE OF OUR COMPANY now available at for the Kindle

Tanya’s Story, Kacie’s Story, Marcie’s Story, Janine’s Story, and Jaden’s Story.

(Jaden’s story-is the newest release in this series and now available for the Kindle at!)

THE PLEASURE OF OUR COMPANY SERIES is an ongoing series of erotic vampire tales of love and passion.

THE PLEASURE OF OUR COMPANY tells the stories of ladies and gentlemen who work for a very special escort service and what happens to them while others enjoy the pleasure of their company.

(Contains strong explicit sexual language, BDSM, F/F, F/M/F, M/F/M .)




Read what happens in the erotic vampire romance tale when Tanya who runs her own escort service meets up with the man who created her in one of her past lives. Will she be able to free herself from his control and go on to create new destinies for herself, or must she remain within his control and do his bidding?

Seventeenth Century

“I am here to please you, and only you,” the low throaty voice promised. “I hope I do not disappoint you…Master.” The statuesque woman known only as Sierra glanced over at him. Her fingers fumbled with the lacy ribbon at her bosom. She pulled at it until the front of the frilly peasant blouse parted, releasing luscious full breasts.
Instantly, Damon spotted the mocking look in the woman’s dark eyes telling him that Sierra knew damn well what she was doing by faking this submissive attitude toward him.
This woman knew how to control what was about to happen here.
Ahhh, but tonight he planned to do things differently, turn it around and take it to the next level. Yet he sensed she was not ready to be turned. That would come later when he was ready to accept her at that stage in their relationship.
“You are looking at me in a strange way,” she started to comment. “You are like a wolf ready to pounce on its prey.”
He started to laugh, his laughter coming out like a low rumbling growl.
“A wolf I am definitely not. But yes I am hungry, very hungry for you. Every time we are together I feel this is the first time for us.”
Oh how he loved to play these cat and mouse games, especially with this particular female mortal. From the first time they met centuries before she insisted on walking this dangerous tightrope that threatened her very existence. Yet by the same token such an end for her had the potential to form a brand new beginning for them every time they embarked upon a brand new game.
For him that’s all it had been so far—a game; a game that ensured his own existence.
Damon grinned wryly at a slight hesitation he detected in her voice and realized that at some unconscious level she was afraid of him, and of what he could do. She perhaps feared his capability in determining the final outcome of this latest reunion.
At some hidden level he knew also she would always resist his demands.
It was in her nature to resist believing she could actually direct her destiny. She as a mortal understood what she was gambling; more than what she could lose at any blackjack table. Her life.
Yet as far as he was he concerned this was a win-win situation for the both of them despite the ultimate cost for either.
Her subordination fed her desire and fueled a lust to keep playing the game. And played correctly the outcome could lead to either’s annihilation.
Yes, the stakes were always kept high, high enough to maintain their interest—his interest.
He had discovered through their last few sessions that Sierra was a force to be dealt with and would probably not cross over easily. Turning her would always be the kind of challenge he sought with them. And she indeed presented such a challenge for his unique skills; his unique tastes; a challenge that in turn fed his own growing lust for her subjugation.
Submitting to him touched her masochistic side, while satisfying his own sadistic tastes. This deep inner need to be subjugated by him, or by anyone else he guessed presented a controlling force in her existence.
Women like Sierra found it difficult if not impossible to give up any control that cruelly identified them in a society that regarded women as an inferior species.
Yet by forcing her to give up any of that control that she gained in her world is what kept her turned on—him as well. Her need to be dominated by him is what brought them together time after time after time.
Silently, he sat on the wide chocolate brown brocaded leather ottoman, composed, alert, and attentive.
How they had managed in the seventeenth century to find each other again where cultural mores dictate women always obeyed was pure sheer luck.
Master of one’s destiny was not easily accomplished by women like Sierra who liked nothing better than to have their own way all the time.
He maintained his focus on her—not so difficult whenever they met like this. End of Excerpt

EXCERPT FROM KACIE’S STORY (Crossroads) – The Second Story in the series The Pleasure of Our Company. Kacie’s Story is a ménage that involves a hot, steamy, over the top erotic tale of sexual fantasies.



Throughout Sasha Evanson’s life she has had to make important life choices - choices that involved what road should she now take?

Eventually one of these roads or crossroads has taken her to The Pleasure of Our Company where she becomes Kacie Dubois, a woman who works as an escort.

While providing her services for TPOOC she becomes reunited with a past flame, Chase Johnson who years before not only took her innocence, her virginity her love, but also and ended up breaking her heart.

Actually Brandon Johnson, Chase’s younger brother hires Kacie for an entire weekend.

All she is required to do is spend the weekend with both Chase and Brandon where they will enjoy an entire weekend enjoying the pleasure of Kacie’s company.

An important life changing revelation occurs during this presenting to Kacie one more crossroad to take that will put her on a different journey.


The thought of Brandon looking on and now pushing against her created a heated sensation in Kacie. She was not averse to partaking in this ménage. She had done them with both sexes, except this was different. These were two men who had captured more than a sexual interest. Something she did not want to admit, yet tucked somewhere in her mind she could not deny.

A moan escaped her and she could feel her panties grow wetter. The twin cocks pushed tightly against her now, sandwiching her between them. She pulled her lips away from Chase. Her hands splayed on his shoulders for stability and she stood there panting as she tried to gain control over her body and the situation.

“What are we doing?” she asked.

Brandon nuzzled her neck and licked her earlobe. “Ahhh, you know perfectly well what we’re doing,” Chase whispered. “We are enjoying the pleasure of your company.” His voice rasped with emotion.

Kacie rolled her head back to rest on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy what was happening; and the feel of both of them against her.

Suddenly, she chuckled at what Chase had just said as she felt the cool air caress her warm skin. Brandon lowered the zipper on the side of her short black dress, which slipped easily off her breasts and dropped to the floor.

“Yes, I can’t think of anything better,” she said, “than enjoying the pleasure of two men at one time.”


EXCERPT FROM MARCIE’S STORY - The Third Story in the series The Pleasure of Our Company What happen when a former love/hate relation wreaks havoc in Marcie Janelle’s life. Contains BDSM Explicit Sexual Language


Marcie Janelle glanced down at her Blackberry that held the address of this latest client. Nervous anticipation filled her. She had been at this job for only a year. At times it seemed longer, as if she had been doing this her entire life, as if should have been her life’s work providing pleasure to others and not just for her thankless ex husband Donovan Paddock who before they’re split up had warned her she would never leave him.

That bastard. No one told Marcie Janelle what she could or couldn’t do in any of her lives.

Her world had changed drastically since hiring on as an escort for the special escort service that employed mortals as well as non mortals.

No longer married and now divorced she was determined to continue to move forward in her life, and this time in a more positive direction.

At one time she had loved her ex husband with her entire soul, but his jealousy, his dominance had reached a point where she could no longer be with him. She had lived in that emotionally abusive relationship with Donovan Paddock; a relationship that often had her doubting her own sanity.

Thankfully she had been able to leave the fuckin’ asshole. Living with him had been both heaven and hell especially in terms of the sex. She loved the sex with him but afterward she found living with him on a daily basis pushed her into a state of hell.

Restraint orders hadn’t done much in terms of keeping him away, but they were all she had for now as far as any protection from him.

Then one day she met another man, a soulless man named Damon who freed her from her past. Okay, so she had had to sell part of her soul to him, but now she was free in all respects.

Free to live her life.

Free to live beyond the time that most mortals lived.

Okay, so vampirism has its restrictions, but she had been able to adapt quite well to this new existence.

She changed her name to Marcie—the last to Janelle, thinking both had a nicer ring to it then her old one—Edna Paddock. She was no longer Edna. Her dark brown skin, dark flowing hair, and curvaceous body was a far cry from the short bob and stocky shape that only wore shapeless clothing.

Marcie Janelle, female escort number four zero two, her specially assigned ID for TPOOC. She had found a home in TPOOC. A nice support group as well who understood her life as an immortal being, albeit with restrictions. She really couldn’t fly, or transform herself into anything than what she was, a woman who lived her life as freely as possible, and helped others enjoy the pleasure of her company.

She reread the paper; one, one, five, three South West Boulevard on the upper west side.

From all accounts it was an affluent part of the city. She liked that knowing that the clients who lived here could pay well for her services.

No siree, she would not waste her time here on this outcall.

She hugged the short faux pas fur jacket around her. She could well afford the real thing, but her personal connections to local animal shelters prevented her from going that route.

A brisk early spring wind was blowing reminding her that summer was still a ways off. She hated cold weather, hated wearing this many layers of clothing. You’d think vampires didn’t feel the cold considering their status in the world. Even the undead had their limits. She didn’t mind the black high heeled boots that she wore; boots that protected her from the cold pavements. Hell, she wore boots through the summer months as well…sort of her signature.

Shielding her eyes from the sun, pulling her hood over her head she looked up at the oversized townhouse. A dark wooden ornate door reinforced in her mind that who ever lived behind that door could pay top monies for her services.

“Okay, here goes,” she said making her way up the steep steps, taking extra caution not to slip and fall with her three inch heels.

When she reached the top she knocked on the door. After a moment when nothing happened she started too worry. “Great, a possible cancellation,” I happened. Life got in the way for some. Others chickened out. She muttered a short profanity as she lifted her hand to knock again. Before she hit the door’s surface the second time around it opened slightly.

A young man—all she could see was his face—she guessed into his mid thirties peeked out through the crack. As the door opened wider she noticed that his slender muscled physique was sparsely dressed in black running shorts and a white almost see through tank top. His light hair and dark skinned produced an interesting combination. The hair was short and spiky. His sharp black eyes took in her whole figure assessing her as carefully as she was assessing him.

“Marcie?” he asked.

“Yes, and you’re…”

“Drake Bartone.”

She studied him for a moment longer. “I thought—“

“I’m his partner,” he added. “Frank McGregor I’m guessing probably didn’t tell you about me.”

Marcie shrugged. “It really doesn’t matter, as long as I have the right address.”

He smiled, a wide even smile. She actually liked him, an instant attraction. He had a fine sensual mouth, a slender Roman nose, and gentle eyes. Yet, she guessed his preference might not be solely toward the female sex and saw him as more of a bi-sexual than preference for one or the other.

“You have,” he responded. “Donovan is here, and getting ready for you.”

“Really,” she reacted, thinking it strange in a way, and became instantly curious as to what the man felt he needed to do to get ready.

“It’s getting might chilly out here,” she said.

“Oh, I’m sorry, how rude of him. Yes, come on in. It looks like winter isn’t going to give up too easily this year. We have a nice roaring fire going on in the sitting room.”

Sitting room? The use of the word made her wonder exactly what century she was in; a problem at times for those who lived century after century and became unaware of the time periods they were actually in. And who nowadays in this twenty first century had rooms they easily referred to as their sitting room? Cautiously she entered. Immediately, she saw by the ornate foyer she might be getting into something different than what she was accustomed to thinking of the motel and hotel rooms she often patronized.

“I’ll let him know you’re here,” Drake informed her.

She nodded, and walked into the designated room with the promised roaring fire. “You don’t mind if I go right in. I am chilled to the bone with that wind howling out there.”

“Not at all,” Drake said. “There’s hot tea in a pot on the sideboard. Help yourself.”

How nice, she thought. Most times her clients had her getting straight to business. This was a nice respite from previous appointments.

Drake smiled and disappeared. She turned and poured herself a steaming cup of black tea, and helped herself to one of the Biscotti biscuits carefully lined up on a bone china plate. With tea and biscotti in hand, she sat down on to a nearby plush dark burgundy sofa. Moments passed, and she started to feel very relax. This should all go nicely, she thought making note that she had a later appointment that afternoon.

As she concentrated more on her surroundings, she started to feel her eyelids grow heavy, and found that she had to struggle to keep them open. Okay she had been working extra hard lately, fitting in as many appointments as she could, building up that nest egg that would eventually allow her to do all that traveling in the future.

But this was ridiculous. How would it look with her falling asleep here on this sofa?

Things started to go out of focus. Swirling dark clouds surrounded her, and she felt the room disappearing.

I can’t fall asleep. I can’t fall asleep. I need to stay awake….



EXCERPT FROM JANINE’S STORY – The fourth Story in the series The Pleasure of Our Company. Can Janine be saved by two from her past who she once loved and loved her? They carry out a diabolical plot of kidnapping her and taming her. Kacie’s Story is a ménage that involves a hot, steamy, over the top erotic tale of sexual fantasies.


Janine Cantrell works for The Pleasure of Our Company as an escort and when she meets up with two men from her past will she survive that meeting? Both men had once professed their love for Candace, except love can mean different things. Caton Shaw and Marcus Greco had both loved Candace Baker now known as Janine Cantrell, yet she had cheated on both men with the other and then disappeared from their lives. They find her and are bent on saving her from the life she has chosen to live at TPOOC. A fine line exists between love and hate that puts Janine into a place she has never expected to be. Contains BDSM and strong explicit sexual language

“She’s your ex fiancée,” Marcus Greco pointed out to Caton Shaw. “I don’t want no part of this.”

“C’mon, you’ve got to help me out here. Candace needs to come home to where she belongs...with me.” Caton Shaw felt the bulge of his holster beneath the leather vest, where a loaded .45 Colt was tucked safely inside. Not that he needed it at the moment. Yet, it did come in handy working as a bounty hunter. His expertise in locating people allowed him to find anyone at any time, except this time things had been different and it had taken him a while to locate Candace Baker. Information had it that Candace was working inside the city as an escort. Of all the fucking jobs, she would pick one that had her doing things that could send him into a rage.

Information had it that she had changed her name, as well as her looks. He hadn’t seen his fiancée for close to three years. They’d been engaged for almost four before the break up and her making a vanishing act.

“You’re the one that fucked up,” Marcus aptly reminded him. “You had her in your back pocket, and you went and screwed up by screwing someone else two day before your wedding?”

“You must have some perverse enjoyment telling me what I already know. You think I could forget something like that.”

Marcus stared at him, took the beer bottle put it to his lips and finished it off. He tossed it into a recycle bin. “Yeah, well it’s a miracle you and I are still talking. I’m the one, who dated her first, and then she meets the likes of you and before I know it she’s with you.” Marcus looked over at Caton from the other side of the desk. Caton had been going over files on his latest workload. Marcus respected Caton’s work as a bounty hunter, especially in a city where crime statistics were known to rise especially during warmer months. Caton had always been a hero to him, the football hero, the big brother type who took Marcus under his wing through high school, then college, even the military and had remained his friend despite what happened between them regarding Candace.

“Hey it didn’t spoil our friendship any,” Caton said.

“That’s what surprises me the most about all of this.” Marcus paused. “I loved her but hell a guy knows when it’s useless to pursue a dead horse. That woman was madly in love with you.”

Marcus knew Caton didn’t need to hear this from him. Caton had lived with the fact since Candace left him three years before, cheating on her cost him plenty. Caton had tried moving on with his life. He had tried forgetting her. Found that it wasn’t so easy to do either, the moving or the forgetting. Caton had been a foolish man, arrogant, selfish, and downright stupid. How many times had Marcus said that to him? And now that his friend had found the woman who left him, knew where she was living, where she worked, the man was convinced that if he got her back he could make his life work again. All he had to do was convince Candace to leave that place and begin a new life with him.

“Okay, Caton you’re probably right about Candace not belonging there. Candace belonged with us...I mean with you.” He took another beer from a small fridge. ““I’m guessing then you have a plan.”

“Yes. Of course I do. It’s just going to take some finagling to get it all into place. And that’s where you come in.”

“I was hoping you were going to let me in on your plan,” Marcus said, grinning, despite the fact that his hands were clenched around the bottle. The tone in Caton’s voice alone was a forewarning of things yet to come.

Caton knew this was having a large affect on his friend at several levels. But they were good friends. They had fought in Iraq together, had watched each other’s back the whole time there. Neither man doubted the other’s willingness to do whatever was necessary to maintain the friendship.

“It’s simple enough you and I will kidnap Candace Baker.”

Marcus had taken a sip of the beer and almost choked on it as some went down his windpipe. “You’re fucking kidding,” he managed to say. “Right. This is one of your sad jokes. Be serious. What are you planning to do?”

Caton looked at Marcus with a direct stare. “No. I’m serious...dead fucking serious.”

“We could end up in jail.”

“We could. But get this straight. Candace is selling herself inside that city. They don’t call it sin city for nothing. We need to go in there and pull her out of that life. We need to save her. Once we get her away from whatever influence she is under, then she will realize that what we’re doing is for her own damn good.”

Marcus shook his head. “I don’t know about this, Caton. What if she doesn’t want to leave? And I’m guessing that’s not going to be the case. What if she goes ahead and presses charges against us for this…”

“That’s assuming that we get caught.”

“How can we not get caught? She knows who we are. Hey, Caton, I’m not looking to spending my life on the run either. I have a business to run. I have a life to lead, and so far it’s a damn good life.”

And it was true, Caton knew. Marcus had established a reputable hardware business outside the outskirts of Vegas, part of which he had devoted to providing locksmith services for his clientele, one reason why he was now in the city itself to attend a special convention.

“I know all about you and her. I know you loved her as well,” Caton began. “And knowing you the way I do, I believe you are still in love with Candace. You know she is worth saving from the life she has chosen to live.”

Marcus eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at Caton. “What are you talking about?”

“She and you had an affair just before I proposed to her, you and her….” He paused, preferring that Marcus fill in the rest.

“Did she tell you about us?”

“She didn’t have to, but yes, when I confronted her she told me the truth. I think to hurt me more than anything else rather than repair our relationship.”

“So all these years you’ve known. So why now? Why bring this up now?”

“Because then you’ll understand why this must be done. You’ll know that I still love her, and knowing that you probably still love her as well, we together can save her.”

Marcus put down the bottle. “Specifically what do you plan to do?”

Caton smiled, realized that Marcus was finally coming to see things his way. Still there could be glitches ahead considering Marcus did not yet know the entire story or what it was going to take to save Candace Baker aka Janine Cantrell from the depraved life she had set for herself.
End of Excerpt



Nick Carter, P.I. always believed it’s absolutely necessary for an investigator to be willing to go where others won’t and to do what others fear. Plus Nick Carter never gives up. Yet, can he adhere to these beliefs when his former partner Jaden Carrera and her new girlfriend force him to submit in ways that will have him thoroughly enjoying the pleasures of their company.

In the unfolding of this passion play, Jaden confronts jealousy, trust and her own understanding of the romance of a D/s relationship.

BDSM Explicit sexual language


Nick Carter suddenly felt that he had become invisible witnessing one woman masturbate the other, one of whom happened to be his former partner and lover.

Jaden came hard and fast.

God, he wished he were inside her and it was his cock doing the thrusting rather than that woman’s fingers, reminding him of the sessions he and Jaden enjoyed.

Jaden he had come to discover had an insatiable sex drive and the appetite to go with it.

Remembering caused his cock to harden and he cursed the fitted jeans.

Jaden stared directly at him as spasms of her climax wracked her body.

Marcie did not miss a beat as she pushed and pulled her fingers in and out of Jaden’s pussy.

Nick watched, found himself grinning, and hoping that perhaps these two might let him join them at some point. He waited for a signal from either one.

None came.

Fuck them, he thought.

He started to back out of the door.

“Wait!” One of the voices cried out. It was Marcie’s.

He stood still, waited, watched again as their naked bodies eventually emerged from the waters. He had all he could do not to rip his own clothes off, go over to their glistening forms and fuck them both.

Marcie came over to him, wrapped her wet arms around his neck. With one leg wrapped around him she pulled him closer then captured his mouth in one long soul searing kiss.

Jaden looked on while she toweled off and wrapped the towel around her waist. Then without a word she walked out of the bathroom.

Marcie quickly released Nick and also disappeared into the other room, leaving him standing there wondering and still hoping there was more to come.

End of Excerpt







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Wednesday, May 26, 2010


Okay, I've done it before, killed off a few characters in my stories. Never an easy thing to do, especially after developing an affinity for some of these characters. I did it in Deadly Games, as well as in Deadly Affairs. Deadly Affairs was particularly difficult. After I wrote the scene, I actually felt ... sad, a little depressed, yet it had to be done.

I'm working on my latest story in my series The Pleasure of Our Company, and am there again, where I'm having to make the choice to do away with a character. Except, I'm not sure which one at this point. I know that by allowing the story to percolate a bit inside my mind, that eventually I will have an epiphany of sorts. I can either be in the shower, singing the latest Lady Gaga song, or dancing on the dance floor to the music of the Pussycat Dolls, or just taking my puppy for her daily walk.

It will come. I'm sure of it. And that is what so great about how the mind works because even as I'm typing this posting, something is going on in another part of my consciousness that will have me write the last chapters of my story titled JANINE: ALL TIED UP. This story is the fifth one actually in my series The Pleasure of Our Company.

The first is Tanya's Story

The second is Kacie's Story

Then comes Marcie's and Janine's stories.

All of these stories are up at

Anyone can find them by typing in the name Collette Thomas and you'll find the listing.

Okay, back to the drawing board or in this case Chapter seven of JANINE'S STORY - ALL TIED UP!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Manic Readers Gives Deadly Secrets Four Stars

I just came across this review by Manic Readers

Reviewer: AlexJouJou

Deirdre Clarke is running from a violent past with her ex-husband. Although he’s in prison the chains that bind her to him have been elusive and hard to break. Josh Tyler is looking for a tenant and in these economic times he cannot afford to be too picky. Josh has a law enforcement background and teaches martial arts. He is divorced and has a teenage son. Josh and Deirdre have met before but, like two ships that pass in the night, circumstances prevented them from getting together. This may be their new chance at love.

Bruce Braddock knows that his ex-wife Deirdre is meant to be with him. All he needs is to show this to her. In the meantime, he finds a playmate in Josh’s ex-wife Maureen, a vulnerable divorcee who is searching for affection. Bruce and Maureen develop a dominant/submissive relationship that is very violent—with Bruce pushing Maureen to the edge. It becomes an addiction for her, one she is powerless to resist that has deadly consequences.

As Deirdre and Josh rediscover their attraction Bruce and Maureen push all boundaries in a violent relationship that hangs by a thread. As Bruce sets up his plan to get Deirdre back will Maureen be sacrificed? Is Josh capable of protecting Deirdre and himself against a man bent on domination?

I found it a little hard to get into Deadly Secrets when I started reading. The characters were described well but there were several of them introduced together and I found myself a bit confused. There is a lot of back and forth in the plot—juxtapositions of the two stories and while they are perfect foils for each other it can be hard to make that shift all the time, particularly since they are polar opposites.

Overall, I think this is best read over several sittings—giving you time to organize your thoughts about the characters. I found Bruce and Maureen to be the more interesting couple because it is like watching an accident that you cannot stop—you know that someone is going to be hurt and you are just waiting with bated breath for it to happen all the while thinking that it won’t. This created most of the dramatic tension in the book. The Josh and Deirdre relationship was not as exciting. I spent a lot of time saying, “Move it along already,” for their parts.

With that said I still found much to like in this novel length book. There was more than adequate time for descriptions and this is very important and often over looked. The addition of Josh’s son provided a shift in perspective that was unique and added a lot to the story. Bruce is most definitely portrayed as an unsympathetic character which plays well with Josh’s much more sympathetic storyline.

This book would be a very good choice for those that like mysteries with some romance thrown in. It is drama and tension that is the strength of Deadly Secrets.