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Are you nuts? That’s the premise around my PINKED series. I manage community associations and I can TELL you without a doubt that you see some of the worst in people of any other profession, including when I was a caterer. They all think they know better than me. So I decided to bring you stories that are actually some based on truth and I just kick them up a bit so I can kill people creatively. So in honor of Rebel Ink Press’ HUGE two year anniversary celebration, all of our titles are 25% off at ARe – All Romance e-books. What a better way to start the collection. I just had a release with one of the heroes of the story – Through the Eyes of a Golden – and a Golden Retriever is a main character throughout. See what you think…


Where community association living is dangerous to your health


When Community Association Manager Nicky French received a call about one of her communities in the middle of the night, she knew something serious was up. Finding the developer of Leopard’s Pointe impaled on the iron pool gates surrounded by a sea of inflatable pink flamingoes, Nicky was stunned to find bonfires raging and the community rejoicing. William Barrington was the brilliant designer of the upscale multi-use community, yet apparently everyone wanted him dead. And there were too many suspects to name including every single homeowner in the community and his two sons.

For rough and tumble Detective Tyler Deverall to be called to a scene of a murder in the middle of the night was nothing unusual. And given the only thing keeping the owners from partying all night long and celebrating thus hindering his investigation was Nicky French’s tough stance, Tyler was intrigued.

As Nicky and Tyler set out to find the murderer, builders begin to drop like flies with each murder becoming more horrific and comical than the last. Set against the backdrop of Chesterfield County, Virginia, enter the realm (and sometimes nightmare) of one very special homeowner’s association – where living can be dangerous to your health. As Nicky and Tyler delve into the wild world of spray painted flowers, kinky sex, neon signs and a tango with the mafia, they soon learn that their understanding of humanity will never be the same. Who knew a glue gun could be such an effective murder weapon?



“Nicky! Your God damned beefcake hotshot developer has managed to get his fat ass impaled on the pool gates. Now I’ve got blood everywhere and people screaming. What are you going to do about it?” The gravelly chastising voice bellowed like a bull in a china shop, insistent and imploring. The man was cranky as hell.

And it pissed the bejesus out of her. “Who the hell are you?” Nicky French fumbled in the dark trying to make sense of why in God’s name she had answered the phone at all in the middle of the night. She sat up. The blood bammed against her forehead so hard it was like tiny and very noisy munchkin men were inside her brain beating to the tune of Michael Jackson’s Beat It.

She thrashed in the direction of the phone and her hand slamming into something. The crash was loud enough to wake the dead. “Holy fuck!”

“What do you mean who is this? Get a grip girl! Do your job! This is Ray!”

Nicky struggled with the covers that had captured her like a prisoner of war, tumbled out of bed and fell directly onto her face. “Ray who?”

“Your God damned Board President. That’s who! You know, the one your lousy firm works for?”

Nicky fought her way to the bathroom, cordless phone still in her hand. Ray Switzer. Oh yeah. Famous in his mind anyway. The cranky old guy ran — and she merely thought the words with a chagrin on her face — ran the Board at Leopard’s Pointe, the Premiere Community Association in Chesterfield. Yeah right. She growled. “Ah…Ray. Why exactly are you calling me again in the middle of the night?”

“Are you deaf, girl? The damn developer’s down here on the top of the pool gates. Fucker’s dead as a damn doornail. Causing quite a stir too I might add. Shit woman, I think a party’s ready to break out. Hold on! Marge – stop that. You can’t take pictures with a dead man for Christ’s sake!” Huffing and puffing rumbled through the phone.

Nicky heard muffled excited voices that had to be hovering directly behind Ray. God, the man drove her absolutely nuts. No, the freaking community drove her nuts. That’s because only nut cases lived there. Yep, her favorite saying remained in the forefront of her mind. You move into a community association, check your brains at the door. Hush girl! Association Management is your chosen profession. Remember?

“No! It won’t make good newsletter material! Sorry Nicky. Damn these women drive me crazy!” Ray huffed.

Who the hell was he talking to? “So are you serious, Ray? Is there really a dead man’s body somewhere in the community?” Groaning, Nicky stabbed at the light. The florescent beams hit her squarely in the eyes. She winced and her head bounced to the moon. Damn! She shouldn’t have had that last fuzzy nipple or pink navel or whatever the hell Ruby forced her to have. Her best friend could make a party out of anything.

“Dead as a damn heart attack, girl. And you wouldn’t believe the rest of it. Get the hell down here now! Oh holy hell! I gotta go, Fred’s bringing out the cheese whiz. Jesus H. Christ! Fred…Fred!

“Ray. Ray!” Snarling, Nicky realized Ray hung up. She dropped the phone with a thud and held onto the bathroom counter. The entire world swooned by her like a bad case of the heebie jeebies. What the hell is the crazed old fool talking about? Somehow she doubted William Barrington the third – and she was required to address the retired ex-New York judge that way — was somehow nestled into the closed pool in the middle of the night. But then again, she found two kids in the back of the bathroom doing the nasty just last week. And the damned pool had been open what, a week?

Inhaling deeply, Nicky balled her fists and glared at herself in the mirror. She was thirty-one going on a hundred, easily. The damn community had aged her just in the last year alone. There was nothing like two separate cases of raw sewage spewing into several condominium units around a given holiday to boil your blood. She turned on the cool water and splashed a handful in her face remembering she wasn’t on call, not this month. Yet Ray baby knew all of her phone numbers and called her outside of business hours on a regular basis.

Nicky, why haven’t the pool chairs come in?

     Nicky, why aren’t we on budget for grounds care?

     Nicky, I can’t stand the damn painter. Can’t you fire him and hire another?




The majority of the time Nicky felt like a battering ram for the entire community. Still, something was up. Ray wouldn’t call her unless something was going on in the melting pot of humans. The question was, was she sober enough to drive? She fumbled back into the bedroom and stared at the crimson bold-faced digital clock. Three am? How long have I been asleep, like an hour?

Why no officer. I haven’t had a thing to drink. Just going to visit the community I manage in the middle of the freaking night!

You betcha that excuse would fly. All the way to jail.

Growling, Nicky fumbled to find the clothes she slid out of barely an hour before. The lovely single nightcap turned into a round of heavy dirty dancing with some guy name Raul. Who the hell named their kid Raul and lived to talk about it? She was going to curse her Ruby Dettrix in the morning. She could still see the buxom woman batting her emerald green eyes and slicing her rich auburn hair over her shoulders as she pursed her lips, daring Nicky to join her. Just one drink girlfriend. It’ll be fun.

Four drinks later and a handful of phones numbers and Nicky was hot, horny and alone.

Realizing time was of the essence she threw on the same attire, a tight black leather skirt and scarlet polyester shirt that clung to every curve like a glove and shook her head. Boy, wasn’t she the picture of association management? Sadly, with three night meetings that week, she hadn’t managed to do laundry in a good ten days. Aarrgh! Huffing, Nicky brushed the golden strands back into a ponytail and rushed to put on a little make up, gazing at her reflection with disdain. “You look like hell in a hand basket.”

Giggling, Nicky imagined it was perfect for a murder scene. Jerking to a halt, she threw her hand over her mouth, frozen like a popsicle in Alaska. Murder? Was he serious? Not that she hadn’t thought about it before, given her profession, who wouldn’t? Still, murder in the community was unheard of. Had Ray said anything about calling the police? Shit, she could barely remember. She grabbed a bottle of water, her purse, keys and prayed to some God she’d make it from the West End to Chesterfield County in one piece.



Mick St. Simons thought his day couldn’t get any worse. Unwanted and God knew unneeded Leopard’s Pointe Board members suddenly appeared, drinking shots of tequila while the entire Virginia Beach Society of Harley Riders camped in the middle of his bar, The Flamingo Rustler. But when he heard the massive explosion across the street and his bar became an immediate association clubhouse, he knew his day had turned to shit.

For Nicky French and Tyler Deverall, it was just another day at the office. Blown to bits by sources unknown, the center of the community and the beloved clubhouse affectionately called the “Zoo”, the Board demanded answers and they had to come fast. As hints of a mafia hit showered the airwaves, the community is placed on edge and takes matters into their own hands. Keeping the peace wasn’t a problem. Keeping the owners away from guns, battery powered hedge trimmers, poison and fire extinguishers was.

And when a much loved long term community leader ends up in the pool naked with a hooker and a bag full of drugs, well, all bets were off. As Mick struggles to regain his bar and Nicky and Tyler battle a possible drug lord, more bodies wash up literally. And then there’s the issue of pink silk panties. The clues are plenty and the suspects abound and somehow, the nights seem to grow wilder.



Nicky French eyed the Leopard’s Point Association Board of Directors and resisted using her purse in a dangerous fashion. But dear God she could see pummeling one or all of them for blatant disregard to intelligence. Why in the hell were they arguing in the middle of July about Christmas decorations? Sighing, she looked out the clubhouse window at the contention of homeowners romping in the pool and squinted before shaking her head and stealing a glance at her watch. It wasn’t quite eight thirty and the cusp of yet another humid evening was baring down on Chesterfield County Virginia but she could see clearly enough. There were naked men in the pool. “What the fuck?”

“What did you say, Nicky?” the man asked as he gazed down the length of the six foot table.

Nicky eyed Ray Switzer, the now somewhat infamous Board President of perhaps the swankiest and most well known community association in the entire state of Virginia, and gave him her best rendition of a naughty girl smile. There was something almost comforting about having naked people in a community pool while the zookeepers droned on and on about what she considered to be fairly useless details in life. But since they’d spent nearly forty minutes on arguing about the types of decorations that should or shouldn’t be allowed in the community she knew it was damn important to the five thousand or so homeowners living within the gated community. Right?

God she longed to flee the building before she turned into a pumpkin. They were halfway through the Board meeting agenda and she knew damn good and well the entire group could spend a solid hour on delinquencies alone. Nicky craved a drink, a good lay and a new job. And not necessarily in that order. Tapping her foot against the metal table leg she absently eyed the door that seemed so damn far away. Sadly between the five board members staring at her like she was fresh prey to the forty or so homeowners snuggling into metal chairs hugging the perimeter of the clubhouse living room there was nowhere to run to. “Nothing, Ray. Sorry. And you were saying?” Maybe another damn good murder with something like a weed eater or tree chipper would help the idiots think about anything else but their dying libidos and challenging every creative idea.

Oh yeah, she was dreaming of pink elephants again.

Before any of the Board members had a chance to give a smart retort the door burst open and Patricia Lonestar swaggered into the room in her floor length fur coat.

Nicky fought dropping her head to the table and beating some sense into her brain. If only she had a gun…  Hell, that wouldn’t do any good with the crazies. There was something not quite right about the aging plump woman who had the personality of an alligator and the look of a shark. And wearing a fur coat in the middle of summer was nothing more than her way of shoving down the throats of all the little wannabe’s in the community she had money and they didn’t.

And she the woman couldn’t pay her association fees to save her life. Who the hell couldn’t fork out eighty dollars a month? Nicky knew it was more about her solidarity with something and no one wanted to get close enough with her to find out. Between pink flamingos flying at half staff in the community, a solid five percent refusing to pay their fees and the committees who enjoyed torturing… er tormenting people in the community Nicky was surprised anyone could smile. Narrowing her eyes, she stared at the ugly bulldog who somehow reminded her of Patricia. Same ugly demeanor. Same ugly scowl. Same facial structure. At least the dog’s fur coat was somehow better suited and better fitted.

“That lying bitch is going to die!” Holding out her shaking hand Patricia hissed as she foamed at the mouth and pointed directly at Nicky, her eyes full of rage.

Gasping, Betty Monroe, the Vice President and forty’s harlot wannabe chomped her gum and gazed down the table at Nicky. “You have yet another fan, Nicky.”

“Patricia, member voice is over,” Ray snarled.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about protocol and you know it. I’ve come to deal with the nasty letters that woman continues to send me. You need to fire her.” Throwing her head back Patricia snuffed as she stuck her two fingers in her mouth and whistled.

“And not much couth either,” he said under his breath.

Nicky smiled and snuck a quick glance at the association’s Treasurer, Michael Jones. Somehow she longed for him to be in a garish leather get up instead of khaki’s and a polo. She had a feeling a Master Dom would stop Patricia in her tracks. “Patricia, what can we do for you?” Maybe going across the street to the local bar and grill, The Flamingo Rustler would be in order. A drink or five and a moment to flirt with the best looking Aussie in town would do her some good.

“You say I haven’t paid my bills!” Patricia snapped as she sashayed forward.

     Here it comes. Nicky shook her head as she could see Ray opening his mouth to retort. Don’t do it. Don’t… But the man refused to listen to rules or anything else. As what could only be described as a chauffeur on steroids glided into the clubhouse she tried to envision being anywhere else like her OB-GYN with her legs spread wide or perhaps waiting in line, a long line at a Wal-mart. Wait, she’d never go into a damn Wal-mart. But still, anywhere and as she kinda heard the woman going off about how she could buy all of Richmond with striking a check and how she had more money than God and that Nicky was going to burn in hell for lying…  Every day she asked herself the same question, why did she work so hard to achieve the highest designation of PCAM in the country?

Instead of professional community association manager the four simple letters should stand for premier crass asshole methodology. At least the thought gave her a smile. Glancing at the overweight woman foaming at the mouth, she resisted giggling. Inhaling deeply she pretended to write down everything the woman was screeching about but somehow the little man who was pouring what had to be a martini for his boss or perhaps dominatrix was a little distracting. Would jumping over the front aisle and ripping the drink out of the man’s hand be considered in poor taste?

“Just tell us what you want as we have a long agenda ahead of us and I know we would all like to get home before midnight at least,” Ray said as he nodded to the other board members.

Midnight? Nicky snaked her hand down and grabbed her bottle of water. She hadn’t won the debate with her inner wild child about replacing the sixteen ounces with vodka but next time she would know better.

“I’ve come to pay my bill. I can do that here, can’t it?”

There was something about the wry grin on the woman’s face that troubled Nicky. “Of course you can. We can certainly talk about this in private later and I’ll give you the total amount so you can write a check if you like.”

Swirling her drink Patricia grinned before licking the rim. “I have things to do later this glorious evening and I know how much I owe to the penny. Are you ready?”

There was no doubt in Nicky’s mind the evening was going to be long and drawn out. Before she could say anything Ray simply beckoned for her as he huffed.

“Bring it up and then we can get on with the meeting.”

Nicky glanced at Ray and closed her eyes yet she could hear Patricia chuckling. Why hadn’t she gotten the cat-scan earlier? As the bulldog woofed she opened one eye just in time to see the dog take a crap in the middle of the floor.

“Happy to,” Patricia breathed. “Oh Poo Bear! That wasn’t nice. Ricky, please clean this up.”

Seeing Patricia’s chauffer scuttle away like a rat gave Nicky pause. She sorted through her papers and attempted to look busy as other members of the association cackled in the audience.

“God damn it can’t you take care of that rat ass bastard?” Ray snipped.

“Your dog is here too, Ray?” Betty asked as she laughed.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Nicky said through clenched teeth.

Betty slapped her hand. “We have to laugh honey or we’d all go insane.”

Who was the woman kidding? They were already insane.

“Let’s get back to business. Now Nicky, can you at least get us two proposals for the Christmas decorations by next week? We can call a special board meeting to decide,” Ray snorted as he slapped the top of the table.

“Special board meeting? Are you fucking out of your mind? These are long enough at once a month.”

For once Nicky had to agree with Sally. Probably the most hated woman in the community, she rarely said anything but boy she took copious notes.  “You’ll have three and we don’t need a board meeting as long as you all agree on the vendor.”

“Perfect. Then it’s settled. Let’s move on to the clubhouse painting contracts.”

Nicky groaned and concentrated on watching Ricky clean up the dog shit. The act was somehow so damn appropriate.

“Oh Ricky. Please get Poo Bear and I our chairs,” Patricia said as she wagged her finger. “And another martini.”

Nicky opened her mouth and was startled nothing came out. Had she lost her nerve? Or was she just mildly out of her mind?

Could you live here?  I dunno

Hope you enjoyed and I have the purchase inks for  you…




I seemed to have hit a chord with my story about Golden Retrievers yesterday and I am SOOOOO glad. The truth is I could probably write stories and antics for years to come. My MacGyver even had a page on this blog notice. Granted, mommie dog has been terrible at putting anything new on and that’s going to stop. My personal muse sleeps at my feet or right by my chair pretty much several hours a day as I write and I reach down and pet him and can’t help but smile. He’s a small Golden, an English to be exact,
and can even fit on my lap – well kinda. LOL.

Throughout the day he’ll nudge me to take him out with his sister, a mix named Goldie Hawn. Yes, daddy named her – go figure. He has a special tennis ball times ten that he loves me to throw and he catches. It’s a nice break in the day and he is like a little boy. See? I could simply write about him. When I decided to put the very likeness of MacGyver in the Pinked Series, there have been nothing short of the antics that he does every day smack in the middle of the book. From chasing cats to being skunked (lordy that was fun right at five in the morning too) I’ll put a lot of his real personality into the mix.

He’s going to be a key player throughout as my hero and heroine, namely a sassy community association manager who takes no guff from anyone, and a real HE MAN (wannabe) cop who hates the community and loves the sexy woman to death, MacGyver is always in the mix to growl in ernest cause he’d rather have mommy all to himself. Then there’s the sexy bar owner who’s vying for her hand too. Well, leave it to MacGyver to decide who she’ll be with. Here’s the synopsis of what I’ve been working on for the 4th book – hopefully coming out in September and I’m dong more pup related stories too.


Ah, the sweet thought of being with the man you love in a moment of pleasure and peace. Too bad the criminals were taking a day off. In the end, both Nicky and Tyler were going to call the wretched experience the honeymoon from hell. Not that Nicky didn’t relish the swell house loaned to them by her new brother in law that sat directly on the whitest of beaches in all of Virginia. No, that wasn’t the problem. The naked dead body floating in the swimming pool was. And with their DNA all over the dead body, somehow neither Nicky nor Tyler truly thought either the Virginia Beach Police or the Oceanside Association Board was going to believe they were innocent.

Confined to the community while trying to prove their innocence, they encounter an entirely new set of insane crass people and bizarre situations including a reality show where murderers have a choice and a strip club where the dancers won’t take no for an answer. Somewhere in the middle, it all gets a little bit kinky as a blackmailer stalks the Association owners and interesting porn pictures appear on the internet. Recruited to help the neighbors, Nicky and Tyler realize God fearing people aren’t who they thought they were.

Amidst puppies and poop, Slip and Slide Saturdays, and Whine and Cheese parties every night, their two weeks can’t go by fast enough. Still, there was the haunting stranger that broiled her wild desires and drove Tyler to the edge of reason. And when the killer is found wearing leather and lace, they both decide Richmond is a much safer insane asylum.

Have a great day!






Well I have my answer
I’ve often said that animals are much better than people and I think there are many reasons. Dogs are my personal favorites but I love horses and cats, snakes and rabbits so I think I’m simply an animal lover. I have two dogs and one is the inspiration for the ongoing furry canine in the Pinked Series – MacGyver, my pup’s real name, and I did a take off on a piece originally for an anthology collection and now being released as a stand alone. I’m so very proud because the cover has my pup as the model. Isn’t that awesome?

In penning pieces with animals, it’s amazing not only how many emotions you can evoke in using them but also the way in which you need to remember to depict them. They have different needs than humans do and they act differently. From the love and wagging of the tail to simply remembering they can’t stay in the house all day long while your characters are gone, writing with and about them is entirely different. I love also using them to “camp” up a scene. All they have to do sometimes is get into a little bit of mischief and you have just gotten several laughs – hopefully from your readers.

In the Pinked Series I have a fictional community association neighborhood where anything and everything crazy and campy happens. MacGyver plays a huge part of the fun and a lovely tool that ties several characters together. But in Through the Eyes of a Golden, I used a different Golden Retriever and one who was soothing broken hearts. It’s not an erotic piece by any means. In fact it was designed to be read to your children or your aging mother and father. It’s just a feel good book about what power of an animal’s love. I’ve very proud of the story as it depicts a hell of a lot I think in a short period of time. Here’s a little taste. It’s being released on the 17th from Rebel Ink Press.



Widower William Sowers was torn with a decision to make and one that ripped at his heart. His job as an Animal Control Officer forced him to see too many horrors inflicted on animals. On his regular route driving through the upscale community, Leopard’s Pointe, he happened on a tethered golden retriever and one who had been in the same place for some time. Determining his owners left him behind he did the one thing that might cost him his job. He took the pup as his own and yet Blazer remained sad. When a ride back to his old neighborhood caused a flurry of tail wagging, Bill opened the door.

Bette Parker was alone and saddened by the death of Blazer’s owner. Jake was her friend and constant companion. When the pup disappeared she was beside herself with worry since injury kept her from caring for the abandoned dog. Suddenly Blazer and a handsome man appeared at her doorstep and she thought a touch of divine intervention was finally occurring in her lonely life. Unfortunately Jake’s son wanted the pup and she was forced to reveal where he was. As Bill struggled to deal with his heartache from losing his wife and Blazer, a little magic was sprinkled.


Bill sighed as he rubbed his eyes. How many years had he been doing this job? The answer was too long. While he loved animals more than anything, it was some of the people who owned them he could no longer stomach. How many vile acts of mistreatment had he seen during his years? Too many. His heart ached for the stories and the poor babies and every one of them he’d longed to take home. Chuckling, he rubbed his tired eyes. If only he could.

As he drove into Leopard’s Pointe waving to Fred, the long time security guard, he shook his head. Sadly the guards not only knew him by name but they’d struck up a conversation or two about their respective experiences in the Korean War. There were too many sad tales in the expensive neighborhood regarding animals. People simply took them for granted.

He eased the truck up the main drag and glanced back and forth at the well-kept landscaping. People kept their lawns better than their animals. Bill, that’s no way to think. Mind your manners. Grinning, he thought about his wife of almost forty years and couldn’t help but smile. Margaret was always right. He’d developed a rather surly attitude after only a few years of being what was called a dogcatcher back in the days. Today William Sowers was a Deputy in the Animal Control Division of Chesterfield County. Which simply meant, he was a dogcatcher.

As he drove through the various neighborhoods thankfully seeing nothing that would require his intervention, he headed toward the one location troubling him the most. Leopard’s Mane was one of the older communities nestled within the gated community association and while the yards were still well maintained, he could tell there was a contingency of older people living in the neighborhood. Sadly that meant more calls about animal issues.

Turning up the heat in his truck he still shivered to the bone. It was damn cold in Virginia in February. At least the sun was burning brightly in the sky showering down like a beacon of hope. Too bad he couldn’t keep those feelings as he drove down one particular street. Every time he did Bill groaned, his heart thumping in his chest. Today was no different. There was no doubt he knew what he’d find – the pup. The creature was more than just a bone of contention. The realization was nagging him to death. Unable to sleep or eat over the past two weeks, he contemplated what the hell to do. Just as he had night after night lying awake in his bed, his heart racing and still he wasn’t certain.

Easing down the street slowly, Bill prayed as he always did that things would be different and the pup would be safely nestled inside perhaps by a roaring fire while his master read a book or watched a movie, content to have a loving fur ball by his side. But as the house came into view he could see his hopes were abated. “Hey little pup. I see you.” Why the hell didn’t anyone else? Were they blind?

He dropped his head and tried to figure out what to do. The dog was obviously chained and while the golden fluff ball had some run of what was a back yard, the pup looked worse and worse every time Bill came into the neighborhood. Granted there was a car parked in front in the driveway, but the house itself had the look of abandonment. In truth several of the houses on the street did. Slowing the car down, he pulled to the curb and parked and could easily hear the poor creature barking up a storm.

Weighing what to do he climbed out of his car and surveyed the neighborhood. He knew one thing for sure. If he took the dog to the county facilities there was a probable likelihood the dog would be put down if the owner didn’t come to claim him. Bill walked up the long driveway and stood in front of the main door. He’d thought about knocking how many times and hadn’t? This time he muscled up the courage and did just that.

Hearing nothing for several minutes, Bill knocked again and inhaled deeply. He could see a partially open curtain and walked to the window. As he peered inside he grew more concerned. There were several moving boxes and very little furniture. The owners had obviously left the dog. “Damn it!” Anger boiled within him. Why the hell couldn’t the people do something better than simply leave their dog behind? What could he do? Bill thought about his family and shook his head. His son lived in Oregon and his daughter hated animals. Sadly he didn’t think some of his friends would be candidates either.

Bill had to at least check on the dog up close and personal and then make his decision. As he neared the corner of the house he resisted gasping. The pool baby had at some point gotten himself tangled in something. He had obvious cuts on his back leg that were healing and in truth he wasn’t as skinny as Bill would have imagined. As the dog backed away he could clearly see the sex. “Hey there, boy. I won’t hurt you.” Kneeling down on his bad knees he grunted but kept still as he held out his hand.

I very much hope you enjoyed and remember to love your pets. Animal cruelty is far too rampant out there.

Purr babies and Ciao 


Well, you know this rather festive girl has to participate in the Rebel Ink Press Summer Heat event. It’s a little original flash fiction for you and mine is based on my Pinked Series – about campy murder and mystery in community association living. What is flash fiction? This time its based on a picture prompt and you write 250 words no more and no less, with whatever suits your fancy. Don’t forget to stop by all the other sexy flashers and comment on the main Rebel Ink Blog site for a chance to win prizes.


Nicky French gazed at the group of unruly homeowners and groaned before thinking about throwing back more than a single shot of tequila. There was nothing like watching a bunch of overgrown and overweight men and women argue about what color the clubhouse needed to be. She tapped her red stiletto on the dingy tile floor and thought about finding another job. In another country. Perhaps on another planet.

“Nicky, aren’t you going to give us your thoughts on the color selection?”

Hearing her Board President’s gravely voice did nothing but grate her nerves. Eyeing his bright pink Madras shorts and what could only be described as puke green golf shirt, she could only envision him doing the slip and slide at the community event the night before. There was nothing like seeing a sixty some year old man attempting to do a line dance. “How about fuchsia, Ray?” she cooed, her voice filling with disdain.

“Fuchsia?” Ray chortled and turned his head to the other members sitting at the table.

Sighing, she watched the oh-so-young male lifeguard and couldn’t help but think nasty thoughts. After all, there was little else to do.

“Done! Fuchsia it is!” Ray slapped his hand on top of the table, the sound reverberating into the room and whooped as the entire room clapped.

Narrowing her eyes, Nicky realized they were serious and also knew she needed a cat scan. “You are kidding, right?”

“No, it’s perfect. You’re a genius.”

Genius? Oh yeah, heavy drinking.

Ciao babies   xxx



Lindsay Klug                         Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy                        Lila Munro

Donna Steele                       Cassandre Dayne                                                 Eden Connor

DH Black                                  Nora Snowdon                                                        Dakotah Black

Melissa Keir                         Michel Prince                                                          Eden Glenn

Suzzana C Ryan                   JL Oiler                                                                                           E Jaime

Sabrina McAfee                                    Wendy Smith                                                           Janelle Lee

PK Morris