Ellie’s Top Ten


This week on the MSHP blog tour, we are supposed to share our top ten favorite books of all time and on the flip side of that, our top ten most hated or disliked books. This is a hard assignment for me.  First of all I have to narrow it down to only 10 I like.  Do you have any idea how difficult that is?

Secondly, we’re suppose to express why they are  our favorites.  This one really  made me think. I know you’re chomping at the bits so let’s get on with it.

tom1.  The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain.  This was the first book I read willingly.  When I was in grade school, I hated the assigned reading.  When I checked this book out of the library, my adventures began.  I imagined myself as Tom.  I lived on the Mississippi – I could be an adventurer too.  It kicked off a lifelong love of reading for me.

nancy drew        2.  Nancy Drew books by Carolyn Keene  Pick one ,  pick a dozen.  I        would challenge myself to solve the mysteries faster and faster.  Granted, having gone back to read them  in my adulthood they are a little corny.  Never the less, Nancy got me through to High School where I found Hercule Poirot and Miss Jane Marple.  I think my initial love of Nancy has led to my love of Richard Castle.  Can I get a witness there?  Anyone?  I’ve read many mysteries and I always love a good mystery.  If the author can surprise me at the end, he/she is a good writer!  It’s like playing Clue, and I am determined to win.  Although I don’t read the books anymore,  I recently got a new Nancy Drew game for my PC; LOVE IT!

sherlock    3. Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle  Well, wouldn’t you expect  me to upgrade to Sherlock from Nancy?  Somewhere in high school Agatha Christie lost her hold on my imagination and I discovered the world of Sherlock Holmes.  I love his scientific mind, his deductive reasoning, and intriguing capers.

Lord of the Rings         4.  Lord of the Rings by J.R. R. Tolkien; yep nerd from way back.  I read these in junior high, long before there was any blockbuster movies.  Long before Orlando became Legolas, long before Viggo Mortensen player Aragorn,  I was tucked away  on the porch swing, or on the sofa, or in a bean bag chair, on the bus, wherever I found to read I lost myself in Middle Earth.

Le Morte de Arthur              5.  Le Morte d’ Arthur by Sir Thomas Mallory;  I read this book my senior year of high school. I had already developed a love for mythology and legends and later that year the movie Excalibur, came out.  It remains one of my favorite book and my favorite movies.   There are many versions of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, but this remains by far my favorite.  I find myself fault-finding with  lesser versions.  KIng Arthur shall forever live  on in my mind.

dragonriders              6. Dragonriders of Pern by Anne McCaffrey.  OK,  you caught me I’ve cheated.  I’m giving you series instead of books.  Sometimes you just cant’ pick one out of a series, you have to go with the big picture.  Anne McCaffrey painted a magical world for me, one with dragons that were beautiful, fierce, magnificent creatures.  If I had to choose one, it would be The White Dragon, but that’s just not really fair.  The world of Pern was vivid, the writing articulate, and the imagery was astounding.

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7.  Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen;  I adore Jane Austen’s books. Of all of them this is my favorite.  The foolish notions of a young girl that is trusting and naive, a scoundrel without morals, the intricate delicacies of proper etiquette in the English country side – her books have it all.   “Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. Willoughby. Willoughby. Willoughby.”      Deeply pouring out her heart in the midst of  the pouring rain, Marianne quotes Shakespeare to convey her  despair at Willoughby’s betrayal.

outlander                 8.  The Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon; Jamie Frazier and  Clair – wow what a tale of romance.  This series  sweeps readers into her mesmerizing world brimming with history, romance, and adventure.  It involves time travel, the Scottish highlands, men in kilts, warfare, danger, betrayal,  and let’s not forget the  passion.  Of all the books, Dragonfly In Amber is my favorite, but I love the whole series.

dark highlander         9. The Dark Highlander by Karen Marie Moning;   OK, i have Dageus’ book showing, but  in all honesty all of her highlander books are amazing.   I’ve already told my readers I love the Fever series.  Of all her Highlander books it’s a toss-up between Dageus, or Cian.   Once you open the covers of a Moning book you won’t want to put them down.

angus         10. The Georgie Nicholson series by Louise Rennison; this is the first book, there are ten books in this series and they are hysterically funny.  Lousie Rennison had me laughing  from the first chapter all the way through.  I read this first one because my daughter brought it home from school and I was like  ” what the heck?”  Then I bribed her to bring me the rest from the school library until we could get to Barnes & Noble to buy the set.     this is all about teen angst in hysterical stereophonic Dolby surround sound.

As it’s taken me nearly 3 hours to narrow my liked books down to ten,  you’ll have to come back next time for my worst ten list.  SORRY!  Family life calls.

Until next time keep reading and write on my friends, write on!

Pet Peeves


Greetings!  Week 4 of the MSHP Blog tour is firmly underway.  My guest today is Angela  St. Clair from Richmond, Virginia.  We share a few commonalities, like our pet peeves on writing.  There was confusion on the tour this week and I didn’t get to travel to wherever it was I was suppose to go.  Oh well, maybe next week.  

 Let’s hear from Angela now and maybe later in the week I’ll just post mine here.  We’ll see.

angela st clair

As much as I would like to say I’m perfect and have no pet peeves, I do. I’m a total grammar freak, which is funny since I’m sure I make a few mistakes. It’s not the tiny things like misused commas or semi-colons that bother me, though. It’s the big, blatant mistakes: their/there/they’re, creative spellings that aren’t even close to the real word, or run-on sentences, and worst of all, excessive chat-speak. It bothers me when I have to translate “English” into English!
I cringe, and usually walk away, but I’ll admit to getting my hackles raised when a correction is made, and the original writer of the said offense rails on about how they “don’t care” and they’re “not a professional.” It hurts because I feel like everyone should take some pride in what they write, no matter what.
Now on the flip side of this, on Facebook or Twitter I’m guilty of the frequent “lol,” or emoticon usage. I may speak fluent sarcasm, but that doesn’t mean the rest of the world around me does, and can properly get my tone from a handful of characters. Even still, I do my best to write in a way that is clear to understand.
Apparently my opinion of chat-speak has bled into my everyday life as well. I have a 13-year-old girl who texts and chats, and I’ve corrected her comments a time or two before. She’s a good sport about playing along about it but I can still picture her at school talking to her friends, and warning them, “dude, whatever you do, it’s ‘before’ and not ‘b4’ if you’re texting me. My mom won’t let you come over if you don’t write right!” I’m not that bad, I promise! Although, I did highly appreciate one of her friends using big words correctly in sentences.

BIO:

I’m an Army wife, mom to two beautiful girls, and our diva English Bulldog named Duchess. I’m also a full time student working toward a BA in English Literature from Grand Canyon University, set to graduate in 2015. For the moment we call Virginia home, but I’m originally from Central Ohio. In the last 13 years we’ve lived in Germany, Tennessee, Ohio, Hawaii, Texas, and now Virginia.

I hope to have my first book completed before the year is out, if the stars all align correctly. From the first time I opened a book, or maybe as soon as I learned how to write, I have wanted to become a writer. No matter how often I tried to plan something else to do when I grew up, I always came back to writing.

Tiny tidbit of trivia: I was a Girl Scout in the same troop as MSHP founder Allison Bruning way back when. I had earned the Silver and Gold Awards as a Girl Scout, and my oldest daughter is currently working on her Silver Award project with her troop as well.

What are your pet peeves in reading?  What about while you’re writing?  Do the texts bother you or you’ve gotten used to it?  Let me know what you think.

Write on my friends, write on.

My Hero


This is something I wrote for my dad for his birthday.  I was flat broke,  and as his birthday was in January, it was a little difficult to take him fishing.  A cake and this poem was all I had to give to him that year.  I wished that I could give him the world, as he did for me.

He passed away August 11, 2002.  I miss him very much.  Mom had someone read this at his funeral and I bawled like a baby.

My Hero

There he sat by the window
gazing out across the lawn,
He had come to appreciate
the coming of each dawn.

This dignified man, who  aged with grace,
with silver hair upon his head,
had earned each line upon his face
in the simple life he led.

One of 10 kids,
the youngest of his clan
he was small in stature,
but  a great pillar of a man.

He traveled in his youth extensively to answer a great call,
commitments were made, battles were fought
he was willing to give it all.
The Bible teaches “ Greater love hath no man than He
who will give his life. . .”
He laid it all down and sacrificed
his youth, to endure hardship and strife.

First the depression, times were tough
wondering, will there be food enough?
Then the war which he did enlist,
not knowing “Is this my final farewell kiss?”

He traveled across the sea in a boat,
funny, now I think of the pet goat.
He’s been to London, to Paris, France
Pardon me soldier, can I have this dance?

He built bridges in the Engineer Corp.,
they blew them up and built some more.
He lost his friends and buddies
on the beaches of Normandy and Utah,
I  can envision the tear-stained letter
he sent to his ma and pa.

The blood, the gore, the fear, the pain. . .
what a horrible nightmare it must have been.
Then the Nazi death camps, imagine the stench
Even now 50 years later, how it makes the
heart wrench.

Back across the waters on a U.S. battleship,
Did I mention the story of how his feet were
sunburned on this trip?
Why did he survive where so many others died?
His faith in God held tight inside
thankfully kept  him alive!

Upon arrival back in the states
a Hero’s welcome waits!
Back to a regular life, looking forward
to that date.

People change during war. . .
he left his home a young boy, and returned
a brave and honored  man.
There was life to live and a future to plan.

He was strikingly handsome
and charming too,
a beautiful young woman’s
heart did he woo.
He carved a living out of stone and of wood,
he built his house – sturdy and good.

He settled down to the family plan –
5 kids, grand-kids, greats, maybe more
Wow, that’s a big Clan!
He worked with his hands
in the garden soil
Preparing the harvest
did he toil.

He would derive enjoyment
from simple pleasures
fishing, gardening, and family life
were his treasures.

Through diapers and bottles
and babies crying
bumps, and bruises,
he always caught me when I was lying.

Through adolescent and teen years
He  was there to dry the tears.
Though melodrama and angst in a
young girl’s heart imagined
His love endured
without reproach in a gentle fashion.

As young lives unfolded before his eyes
He was always there for us.
He gave his all to each one
and never makes a fuss.

He had an inner peace
and a subtle strength.
For any of his children
he’d go to any length.

He’s the man I most admire
he gave encouragement
to take us higher.
Teaching us as we go,
you bet he’s my HERO.

A gentle, kind, and loving heart
did he bear,
wisdom and truth crossed his lips with care.
You see the signs of aging in his face
I see the love and compassion that
put each line in it’s place.
The march of time visible in those hands,
through the finger tips,
evidence that arthritis has
weakened his grip.

You may see an aging man
taking an afternoon nap,
Look again I’ll bet you see
a father with his child upon his lap.

So, if you passed him on the street
or per chance that you might meet,
Keep in mind that behind those gentle grey eyes
there a hero’s story lies.

Allow me to introduce him to you,
I know that he will touch your heart too,
knowing him has made me glad
He’s my hero-

I proudly call him DAD!

Happy Father’s Day!  Go spend time with your dad and tell him you appreciate him.

Write on my friends, write on!

MSH Blog Tour – The Write Style


Architecture and Interiors photography by Jim Stephenson / clickclickjimArchitecture and Interiors photography by Jim Stephenson

 

Back home for a bit while I still try to figure out how to get those bookings to London and prepare for my next  leg of this journey.  I hope you don’t mind if we talk whilst I pack for Kentucky. You can listen in as I answer the questions we’ve been asked for this week.

MSH Publishing:  Are you more creative in the morning or in the evening?

Oh definitely evening for me.  I am NOT a morning person.   I have to function in morning person world much to my chagrin.  I start my daytime job early in the day, after at least 2 cups of coffee.  Coffee is the life’s blood of a writer. It’s the elixir of life for many wordsmiths.  * eyes cup noticing that it’s empty.  Moves to the counter and starts a fresh pot*

Where were we?  Oh right, not a morning person.   I am  most definitely a night owl.  I get my most creative bursts between 5 pm and 3 am.  After 3 I am pretty useless and I call it quits.  Unlike my favorite author, who gets up around 3 to write, I will just be turning in around then.

*eyes coffee pot, wondering why the thing is so slow*

See, this is why I need a pool.  I have to get up at 6 a.m.  weekday mornings, and when I stay up late then I crash in the afternoon.  If I had a pool, I could easily lounge in the sun and get a decent tan and look like I am at least alive instead of being the  cave-dweller that I am and have the pale white  skin of a vampire.  OOH! Maybe I could get a guest spot in Charlaine Harris’s next book!

*sighs relieved as coffee pot gives that last gurgle that signals it’s brewtime*

Right, Book 6 proceeds will go to  put in a pool.  Book 1, 2, and 3 is to put the kids through college. Book 4 and 5 is to update my house and have a decent vacation.  A pool would make my muse happy as well.  Maybe I should bump it up to Book 3.

MSH Publisher: How often do you write?  Do you write during a commute?  Whenever you can?  Or when the muse strikes.

*snorts, pouring myself and the publisher rep. a cup of joe*

If I waited on my muse – that’s funny.  I’d never get anything done. the fickle minx shows up and drops ideas on me then leaves.  She’s never here for the hard part.  I was right in the middle of a crisis moment and I look over where she’s lounging on the patio flipping through a fashion magazine.  She says “Right, I’ve given you the idea now handle it.” Then she took my magazine – the one that I had earmarked for the new shoes I wanted and left.  Just vanished into thin air.  I found out she went to the tropics to visit a more profitable writer.

Oh, I was so pissed!  When she came back I ignored her for a bit  then finally she came and sat on the edge of my desk.  I told her she was fired.  I know , I know, calm down.  It’s not right to fire your muse, but Miss Thang  was not being helpful at all.  We have a much better relationship now, even though she still isn’t dependable.

Instead I adapted the ABC principle.  I have a daily word goal,  making a point  to write something every single day.  This year, I’ve not been as diligent about this.  That car accident and the injuries threw me for a much bigger curve than i anticipated. But, I’m back in the saddle again and determined  once again. It’s much more of a daily habit than a “when inspiration strikes” thing.  So the answer to that is daily.  Well almost daily.  Sometimes I spend Sunday with the family.  The majority of the time however it is a daily habit.

*sips coffee contentedly nodding*

I work from home so there isn’t a commute although I have been known to take pen and  notebook into doctors offices while I wait.  I always keep a small notepad in my purse with me all the time, and have been utilizing the notepad feature of my phone more frequently.

MSH Publisher:  Do you have a dedicated workspace or do you share your workspace?

Most of the time my “best” workspace is seated in the floor in front of the sofa with my laptop on the coffee table, and my notes spread out beside me.  I usually have ear buds in if there are other family members at home.

The other place I work is at the kitchen table.  Then I have lots of space to spread out my notes and spreadsheets and “stuff”.  Stuff is important, you know.   Like, different colored pens, sticky notes, funky clips,  and sketches I’ve made for characters or locations  or even artifacts.

I was going to have an office, but  once I had my maps on the walls, and furniture moved in, the hubs decided  it was a good man cave.  I figure it’s a fair trade – he gets the  ten square foot room and I get the rest of the house.  It works for me.  More coffee?

MSH Publisher: What is the most words you’ve written in one session?  What is  your average?  

This one I’m rather proud of.  The most I’ve written in one session was 14248 words.  It was one of those burst of inspiration times.  Granted, I didn’t get anything else accomplished as I was “in the zone” and extremely focused.  Once I  got to the point where I stopped  I had to attend to urgent bodily matters then find nourishment.

My average is about 1800 words.  Typically between my day job, and editing, and family responsibilities – ie MOM, I’m happy if I can get an hour of solid writing in.

OH dear, look at the time!  Thanks for stopping by to listen in on our little interview.

Write on my friends, write on!

MSH Blog Tour -More of Krystol Diggs


I have with me again today, Krystol Diggs.  I hope everyone enjoyed that steamy bit of story yesterday.  As we fan ourselves, let’s shift gears to another of Krystol’s works.  Today she is sharing with us about a YA novel, Jawbreakers.

jawbreakers

Title: Jawbreakers

Genre: Young Adult

    I was inspired to write this book because I was tired of the bullying. I couldn’t believe that there  are so many kids being bullied. I too, was bullied when I was in high school. I know how it is to feel less than, when you just want to fit in. I decided to write Jawbreakers because I wanted kids to see that bullying really affects a lot of people. Not just the children.

I wrote Jawbreakers from a Caucasians girl point of view. I was nervous to see how it would turn out since I’m African American, but for those that have read it so far truly has enjoyed it.  What I want the readers and the young adults to get out this book is that it’s okay to tell someone if you or someone is being bullied. I want them to  know that they will get through it and will move on from it. It’s sad that a lot of children are resorting to suicide, depression, and even drug addiction. This story will touch base on all these aspects. Sit  back and hear Zoella and Vicenza’s story.

To purchase your copy of Jawbreakers please visit these links below:

http://www.amazon.com/Jawbreakers-ebook/dp/B00B527CKI/ref=sr_1_8?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1370117843&sr=1-8&keywords=Jawbreakers

http://www.amazon.com/Jawbreakers-Krystol/dp/0615740286/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1370117843&sr=1-8

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/jawbreakers-krystol/1114225225?ean=2940016042862

 

SYNOPSIS:

Zoela Best is the new girl at school. Trying to get used to the new school and people she meets Vincenza Catucci. They are two peas in a pod until the “Jawbreakers” make their presence known and tortures the girls with bullying and hazing. Vincenza and Zoela are asked to be a Jawbreaker and the two are ecstatic. But, the leader has a trick up her sleeve to turn the two girls into frenemies. Will they see the danger ahead or will they put an end to the Jawbreakers once and for all?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Krystol

Krystol Diggs has been writing since the age of 15. Her debut novel Through Her Eyes was the jump-start of more to come from this author, and now screenwriter, and publisher. Krystol is receiving her Masters degree at Full Sail University with an MFA in Creative Writing. She has written two screenplays, a short film and a host of other books in the various genres of fiction, thrillers, erotica, young adult and drama.

What do you think?  Have you dealt with bullying?  do you have any advice for those going through it or for the parents?

This is unfortunately all too common of a problem.  When Megan Meier’s story hit the news, we watched this local tragedy unfold with shock and horror.

As writers, it’s sometimes necessary to tackle the hard problems.  Kudos to Krystol for keeping this one real.

Write on my friends – even when it’s hard – write on!

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MSH Blog Tour – Krystol Diggs


My guest blogger today is Krystol Diggs. Krystol is the new formatter at MSH Publishing.  She’ll be joining us soon on Storytime to share a bit of her work with us on there.  Today we have the privilege of  pre-reading a bit of excerpt from her latest work.  So, sit back and enjoy a bit from  Prison Guard Diaries.

*WARNING:  MATURE CONTENT!  NOT FOR READERS UNDER 18*

HYDE PARK CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
4.13.2010
Dear Diary,
I had a great day at work yesterday. My boss didn’t hound me as usual with rounds from the different prison. I love working as a guard but I have better things to do. I was glad to finally taste inmate #24601. He was really good for sure. The fact that he kept his mouth shut made it even better.

You see,when I sleep with the inmates they can moan my first name Porsha, and they are allowed to never say my last name Banks because then the other inmates will catch on and know not only who I am but what’ going on.  UUmmm he tastes as good as a Mr. Goodbar. This is how it went.

“Hey Officer Reynold.” I said in my black police uniform.

“Banks. Your on til 6am got it?”

“Yes Sir.”

I was pissed because it was just 9 pm. I had my coffee in my hand and I was ready to work. And I don’t mean watch inmates all night. I was grabbing my clipboard and night stick when he said, “Oh and Banks…”

“Yes Sir?”

“From now on you will be the only guard on Pod 8 at night. If you need someone else to work with you just let me know.”

Inside I was smiling because I know that I could have all the sex I wanted.
Well, once I got the inmates to agree to it anyway. I walked away and looked at the clipboard and saw inmate number 24601.  I had been eying him some time now. He noticed me to. He was in for some drug
charge. But, the man had a body on him! I couldn’t help but grin as I went to Pod 8 to be the guard on duty. Lights didn’t go out  for another half hour. I roamed the pod as I saw the men talking to one another, writing, drawing, what ever they could do to pass the time. I saw one inmate admiring my curves from afar in my uniform. I must admit I am fine. Light skin, black hair, nice ass and breasts so plump and firm you would think they were plums.

The  men always checked me out. But, I had to stay assertive and firm. I never showed weakness. I kept
roaming from cell to cell when a white man caught my eye crying. I walked over with my f irm tone and said, “Why are you crying?”

“I just don’t want to be here, I didn’t kill that woman.” The man said.

I looked in my chart. It had every inmates  name with their crime. They found his wife in the house
dead. She was stabbed to death. His prints all over the knife, I know he wasn’t set up or was he? Hey,
I could give two shits if these inmates were guilty or not. My job was to guard them not have sympathy
for them. Well…and to fuck on occasion. I mean, why not? All these dicks in here, clean dicks at that….well for the most part.I can spot the faggots easily.

“Wipe your tears. Lights out in a few.” I said.

“Yes, Ma’am. You sure are pretty.”

I looked at him and kept walking. Then there he was. #24601. Just sitting in his cell with his shirt off doing some push-­‐ups. My pussy instantly got wet. He was one of the few inmates without a roommate.
When he was pushing up he noticed me and stopped

I was licking my lips. Sweat was glistening on his body like he just finished a boxing match. I was beyond
turned on.

“Hey Banks.” He said as he blew me a kiss. I just smiled at him “I saw you were at the rec watching me= work out.”

I still didn’t respond although he was whispering to me.

“Lights out in two minutes.” I said.

He grabbed his dick and looked at me. I had an empty piece of paper in my chart and wrote in it.
He had a look of fear on his face thinking I was going to write him up. After I finished writing him I held it
up.

“DON’T GO TO SLEEP. AFTER LIGHTS OUT I’LL BE BACK AND HAVE THAT DICK READY FOR MY
ARRIVAL.”

He smiled and sat in his bed. 24601 knew he was fine. His butterscotch skin with that great build, I knew he would be leaving soon so I had to act fast. I walked away from his cell while the other inmates talked to one another and entertained them the best they could. I went into my office and put on the intercom where the whole Pod could hear me.

“ Alright Boys, lights out! Now if you happen to hear any noise just ignore it. Trust me each of you will get a turn, eventually. Good night.” I started filling out the paperwork from my first round of the inmates. I did some filing and other things that my boss Reynolds wanted me do. With my radio blasting and my walkie-talkie on low, I was now ready.  I turned the radio off, took my hat off and my hair out of the bun,it dangled softly and the curls accented the uniform perfectly. I unzipped my zipper and got my cuffs, small flashlight, and night stick.

As I entered my way back on the pod some of the inmates were still talking, rapping, and some even praying. There were only 50 men or so on the pod. I took my night stick and drug it pass every cell when the noises stopped and the whispering began.

I heard a voice, “Yo, that’s Banks, I bet it is.”

I just smiled. I stopped the noise with the stick and opened the cell with the keys. I turned the small flash light on and there it was. Standing at salute. I smiled as I motioned for him to turn around. He
smiled and did as he was told.

I quickly cuffed him and pushed him on the bed.Since it was ready for me, my small framed body automatically went to the hot spot. Before I started to have my fudge bar, I whispered in his ear,
call me Porsha and don’t be so loud.

He said, “Okay, Porsha. I hope you know I’m gon fuck the shit out of you. I’ve been down 2 years too.”

I smiled and scrolled down. I looked at it, made sure there were no bumps andthen I gave him an oral exam. I took him in, slurped him hard as he moaned,

“Oh Shit. Damn Porsha.”

I could hear the inmate next to him say,“ Who the fuck is Posha?”

Then everyone started whispering and talking. I kept doing my duty while on duty. 24601 gripped my long hair while he was in cuffs. I couldn’t help but moan because I loved that shit.
“Fuck Porscha.”  He said in ecstasy.

I whispered to him, “MMM.  I thought you’d never ask. Don’t worry I’m putting the condom on you.”

“Good looking, Ma. Oh yeah, . . . when I’m hitting that fucking spot, call me daddy. okay?”

“Yes daddy.”

I placed the magnum condom on him as my wet pussy began to gyrate.  I was riding him like I was riding a horse.

“That’s right Porsha, ride this dick.”  He said as he placed his hands on my hips pulling me hard on it.

“Yes, daddy.”  I managed to say.

The other inmates were still talking loudly.  some were even jerking off as they heard the sounds  and smelled the sex through the air.

I stopped riding him and helped him stand up as I bent over.

“Oh, this is how you want it Porsha?”

He was no longer whispering.

“Yes, Daddy, keep going, I’m going to cum.”  I said in a British accent.

“That’s right bitch, cum on all daddy’s dick.”

I heard an inmate say, “Yo Finch fucking a British chick.  How the hell she get in here?”

He started pounding me faster as I heard him cumming. His breathing intensified and I moved away from him causing him to remove himself from my inside.  I whispered to him, “Don’t move or make a sound.”

He did as he was told.

I slowly pulled the condom off him with his remains inside and tied it in a knot.  I grabbed the keys and uncuffed him. I whispered, “See you on Wednesday, Daddy.”

He grabbed me with his hands and kissed me.

I quickly grabbed his hands tightly and said, ” No kissing, it’s too personal.”

He said, ” Sorry, It won’t happen again.  You’re very beautiful.”

I got myself together in routine and left the cell.  In my British accent I said out loud, “Inmate number 406201 you’re tomorrow night.”  As I walked back to my office I heard, “Yes. I’m going to handle that pussy better than Finch.  Nigga wasn’t doing it right.  She wasn’t loud enough.”

I smiled and went back to my desk.  As I put my hat back on my walkie went off, “Office on Pod 8, everything clear?”

“Pod secure.”  I said.

“10, 4.”

“Over and out.”

I looked at my watch adn it was 3:45 am.  I still had some time before my shift ended.  I sipped my cold coffee and began reading my book.  I was hooked on Zane this week.  the Sex Chronicles.  i was so wrapped up in my book that I didn’t realize it was now 5:45 am.  I got up and went back on pod 8.  the inmates were sound asleep. I went back into my office when Reynolds walks in to start his shift.

“How  was your first night at work, Banks?”

“Oh, it was fine.  The inmates actually followed direction and behaved quite well.”  I said.

“Yes, this bunch is quite good.  I”ll keep you here since it’s easy for you.”

“Okay sir.”

“good, banks.  Go home and get some rest.”

“Thank you sir.  I’m pretty beat.  Had a long night, with the paper work and all, but I got it all finished.”

“Great!  Most officers on duty usually leave the paperwork for me to do. ” He said.

“No it’ fine, I don’t mind.”

Well then, I’ll have you do that and make rounds. Have a good day.  See you tonight.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll definitely be here.”

I smiled and left the office.  I went to my locker and got my purse and jacket.  As I  was leaving the facility all the officers said hello as they were coming in.

I got in my car and smiled as I pulled off Hyde Park Correctional Center.  so, I had a great first day at work.  I think I’ll like it here.  Until next time diary,

P. Banks

Going On Tour!


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What does a blogger do in the summer?  Go on tour of course!

I’m one of the editors on staff at the Mountain Springs Publishing House, go check out our page: https://www.facebook.com/groups/mountainsprings/.

Our hopes for this tour are:

  1. Everyone will have fun!
  2. We will learn a few tips and tricks for our blogs.
  3. Reach some readers that we may not have before.
  4. Help build our brands.

I participated in the Master Koda blog tour last year and I loved most of it.  There were a few issues I didn’t care for, but I’m not going to air my differences.  For the most part it was an enjoyable learning experience.

Once a week I will be posting for this tour!  Woohoo!  Aren’t you all excited?  This means I shall be traveling to  other blogs, and guest authors will be here.  I expect y’all to be cordial and receptive to my guests.  * Gives stern look t o everyone*

For this first assignment, I’m suppose to tell you a little about me. Haven’t we been down this road before?

I lives in a small town near St. Louis, Missouri. I graduated from Southeast Missouri State University with a BS in geography/cartography. I worked for the Department of Defense providing geodetic coordinates for smart bombs during Desert Storm and providing bomb damage assessment; provided tactical support for DEA for Colombian drug wars; county government working at the assessor’s office as a mapping technician, as a substitute teacher, daycare worker, construction gofer, hay-baler and various other jobs.  My hobbies include reading, bicycling, playing Tombraider, and Dance games such as Dance Dance Revolution, and Zumba. 

I’m an excellent cook, the only things I haven’t really mastered is Chinese.  since I haven’t managed to make mine better than what I get at Happy China – I’ll order out.

I’ve recently added managing editor to Storytime blog, and copy editor for MSH Publishing to my repertoire. (As if I didn’t have enough to do already.)

Between being a mother to two teenage girls, a wife, homemaker, and a mortgage loan officer, I squeeze in a little writing in epic fantasy, romances, and erotica.

I’m not even going to go into the age thing.  Over 21 and under the big 50 – close enough.
My erotica appears on http://storytimetrysts.blogspot.com/
Ellie’s blog can be found at:  https://quotidiandose.wordpress.com

Visit the Mountain Springs House blog for information about the tour, as well as the blog addresses of the participating authors and editors.  Also, visit and “like” the Mountain Springs House Facebook page  and share, that way you can keep up-to-date on what’s going on at MSH and when submissions will reopen.

Next week I shall have a guest, and I will be traveling to another blog.  Stay tuned!

Write on my friends, write on!