Wednesday, November 20, 2013

An Interview with Maxine or Max or who ever it is that shows up

Hi, I'm Maxine and I hear you want to know a bit about me. It's okay, everyone is curious about the girls of Bubbles. I'm sure you want to know all of my secrets, but I can't divulge everything.

So, let's get down to business and let me start answering those questions.

1. Describe yourself in four words. - Well, my name is Maxine Devilicious and I'm known as Maxine the amazing, but sometimes I really like to just hang out and chill. It's a lot of pressure performing on stage, but I'm happy. So four words would be Devilicious, amazing, talented, and strong.

2. What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re not saving your clients ass? Let's not talk about my clients. Really, they suck. What I love to do is sing. Stop by Bubbles and you can hear me every Friday night.

3. What do you do for a living? Your funny, I can't tell about my secret identity. I just saw my boss, Travis, downstairs. If he finds out who I really am, OMG, that will ruin everything.

4. Boxers, breifs, or commando? Please, a lady never divulges her secrets.

5. Demi-cup, sports bra, or 60s freedom front? Wow, you are curious. I'm lucky that I found the perfect demi bra that fits just right, you know, to give me that extra lift. Don't you like them, they almost look real.

6. What is it about Travis that makes you crazy in a good way? Well, let me see. God, he is so hot. Like the other day at the bank--OMG, strike that, I didn't say at the bank--but he was wearing this suit. So sexy.

7. Tell me a little bit about your world. The life of a queen is alway a bit chaotic but a lot of fun. I try to make sure all the guys have a good time, but some days, the hair and makeup just don't work out. Then there's the shoes. I mean I love these shoes, but a nice tennis shoe is good too.

8. What are your greatest challenges? Keeping tucked. Well it used to be, until I learned how to do this little thing with tape and tissue. Also, I had my entire public region cleared of hair. Yep, I got laser hair removal. It hurt a bit, but I'm good.

9. What do you fear the most? Being found out. If the bank ever found out, they'd fire me.

10. What do you sleep in? Girl please, the nude.

11. If you had to choose between an expensive pair of kick-ass-heels, a 200 year old bottle of wine, or a new sports car, which would you pick? The heels, of course.

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Chapter One

Late at night, when the lights were turned low, and the good people of Savannah were shut in for the evening, he could relax and be himself. Trusting that no one from work would see his true nature, he dropped the act, allowing the shell of his daytime self to slip away. Letting go of the persona that was Max Deerfield, he became Maxine the Devilicious, Maxine the amazing, Maxine the drag queen who performed Friday nights at Bubbles.
Max pulled at the blue and green silk tie, loosening the material from around his neck. After popping the top three buttons on his starched white shirt, he drew the tie over his head then made sure to undo the knot, hanging the tie in his closet with the rest of his dress clothes—the business dress clothes. His real “dress” clothes, the ones he loved more than anything else he’d ever owned, were stored in his extra bedroom, locked away from prying eyes belonging to friends who might happen to come for a visit. Of course, he had to have guests to have prying eyes, and after Tommy left him, he hadn’t been social.
Fifty and sixty hour workweeks kept him busy at the bank. Bubbles was his outlet for social fun. It was the one place he could be Maxine, and Maxine had loads of fun dancing, singing, and drinking with the guys.
His happy place felt like heaven. Everyone loved him at Bubbles. Not that his employees at the bank didn’t like him, but they were different. Everyone wanted to get ahead at the bank; no one liked him just because he was Max. No, they liked him at the bank because he gave out promotions and raises. And most of all, they liked him because he held the key to bonus-land, that special event at the end of each year which meant the difference between buying a new BMW or a used Ford. Of course he didn’t really hold the keys to bonus-land, he was just the bearer of the news, good or bad.
Max hung his suit at the front of the closet along with three others that needed to be dropped off at the dry cleaners on Monday. Six other conservative suits sat at the back of his closet, all prepped for next week. When he was Max, he looked the part. No one would ever mistake Max for Maxine. Max was ultra conservative and masculine to a T. Once, a long time ago when he’d first started at the bank, he’d made a mistake by flipping his wrist and saying some snarky remark about a woman’s dress. Everyone had stared at him like he'd gone crazy. He laughed it off, like he’d been joking and not showing his true personality. Hell, that had been a close call.
He sighed, wishing things were different. But Max made the money and Maxine had the fun, that’s just the way it was. Tonight, after the show, he’d sleep upstairs at the club. Over the years, he’d found his fans to be a bit excessive and possessive at times. One actually tried to follow him home, scaring the crap out of him when the guy tried to run him off the road. That one incident had changed the way he operated. Plus, no one needed to find out who Maxine really was.
After shucking all of his businessman attire, Max took a quick shower, shaving his legs and pits, creating an illusion of perfection. He stepped out of the shower and scrubbed the towel over his head. After drying his hair, he pulled out a straight razor and ran the water hot in the sink. The old method of shaving gave him a much closer shave, leaving his jaw smooth as a baby’s butt. Well, maybe not that smooth, but close.
He couldn’t wait to dress up as Maxine and feel the silky dress clinging to his body. Max drew in a deep breath and stared at his reflection in the mirror. Something had to change. It wasn’t that he wanted to be a woman, but sometimes, he needed to be Maxine so bad it hurt. Feeling the sway of a clingy dress against his pantyhose or the confines of a bra around his pecs, left him turned on. When other guys reached for him on stage, took the time to say hello after a performance, or bought him drinks, it made his day. Of course, he always had a bouncer next to him when he was Maxine. He’d learned early on he couldn’t fight when he was in heals and a dress. Out of the female get-up, he was a kickass martial artist, working out six days a week; in the dress he was helpless.
Max pulled out the tape and made a little triangle from three strips, attaching another long strip of tape to the tip. He wrapped his penis in toilet paper then duct tape. Tucking his balls up high, he placed the triangle over his pelvis and pulled everything back, securing the strip to his butt cheek. About a year ago, he’d splurged, getting laser hair removal on his entire pubic area and rear so he no longer had to shave that clean. He’d found that pubic hair and duct tape were a dangerous combination. He thought about doing his legs, but he didn’t really mind shaving. Of course, he only shaved on Fridays, the day he performed, which wasn’t too bad.
He grabbed the keys to his dressing room and a bright red silk robe off the back of his closet door. Excitement built as he slipped on the robe and strolled to the extra bedroom, the one he’d turned into Maxine’s dressing room. Once he opened the door, he would no longer be a man, he would take the fantasy as far as possible, turning into the gorgeous woman he portrayed on stage. Many performers didn't try to become their personas, and he understood their choice, but for Max, once he slipped on a dress, he was a woman.
Max's heart sped up as he turned the key in the lock, setting in motion the final stages of the transformation that would make him look so amazing, straight men would do a double take, some even going so far as to ask for his number.

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Friday, November 15, 2013

Uniformity Series by Ethan Stone

I picked up Damaged last week and couldn't put it down. I love this series from Ethan Stone. If you want a fast paced story with great characters this is it.

Blurb: Correctional Officer Zane Davis didn't think commitment was in the cards but when he meets Brett Emerson everything that once seemed impossible is now all he can think about.

Correctional Officer Zane Davis thought being bi-sexual and afraid of commitment meant he was destined to be alone until he meets someone who changes everything.

There is an instant attraction when Zane meets Brett Emerson on the job. The fact that Brett is engaged to a woman doesn't dampen Zane's attraction. Brett and Zane become friends as they also work to uncover corruption at the prison. The friendship deepens and turns to romance, but will Zane survive the danger he puts himself in when he finds out how far up the corruption goes?

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He turned to face me as he reached out and touched my hand. “I want to go home.”
The hope I’d told myself not to have floated away. “I’ll call a cab to take you home.” I reached for my cell phone.
“I meant your home, Zane. With you.”
I was speechless. Hell, I couldn’t move. He slowly edged forward until his lips were inches from mine. I was sure we were going to be interrupted again, but finally our lips met. The kiss was hesitant and quick and he pulled away. I was disappointed at first, but quickly realized a bar bathroom wasn’t the place for us to explore.
“You call a cab,” I said. “I’ll tell the girls goodbye and meet you outside.”
I stepped out of the club a few minutes later and found Brett leaning against the wall. I fought the urge to step up and kiss him. Damn it, I wanted him so much. I wanted to rub against him, feel every inch of his body.
“How’d the girls take it?”
“I didn’t have to say anything. They were already dancing with a couple other guys.”
He chuckled.
The cab pulled up a few minutes later and we climbed in. I told the driver my address and we took off. I rested my hand on the seat between myself and Brett. My heart soared and body shivered when his hand touched mine and squeezed.
It took all my strength not to grab him there in the cab. Instead, I gripped his hand. Our eyes met and we both smiled.
I gave the cabbie two twenties, not worrying about the fifteen-dollar tip because I didn’t want to wait for change. My hands trembled as I got my keys out and fumbled to get the door open.
The minute we were inside, I grabbed Brett and kissed him. Holding his body against mine, I rubbed his back. I was afraid I was being too forceful but I didn’t want to stop and give him a chance to change his mind. Praying he would tell me to stop if he wanted me to, I continued touching and kissing him. His mouth opened and we pushed our tongues together.
I wanted to get him to the bedroom but also didn’t want to break the contact so I pushed him to the couch and gently laid him down, resting my body on his. I dry-humped him, wishing we didn’t have two layers of jeans between us but loving what touch we did have.
After I reached up his shirt, I rubbed a nipple. He moaned and arched up against me. I kissed and bit his neck and he grabbed my head to urge me on.
“Oh, fuck, Zane, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
We kissed and rubbed and touched and suddenly Brett froze. A look of ecstasy, then shame and embarrassment crossed his face. I felt a warmth in his jeans and realized he’d come.
“Shit, I didn’t want that to happen.”
“Don’t worry about it, Brett. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
I sat up and he did the same. It was that awkward, post-orgasm silence that occurred sometimes.
“You want to take a shower?” I asked.
“Umm, together or alone?” I felt and heard the tension in his voice.
“Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Thanks, I think separate is best. If you don’t mind.” He ran a hand through his hair.
I chuckled. “Have I ever pushed you for something you’re not ready for?”
“No, I guess you haven’t. I appreciate that. You want to shower first?” he asked.
“Nah, you go.”
He stood, smiled at me then walked past me and into the bathroom. I wondered what was going to happen next. Would Brett want to continue what we had started or would he want to wait? I hoped he would at least want to explore things, even if it wasn’t right then.
Brett showered and came out wearing just a towel. “You have any clothes I can borrow? My pants are kind of…messy.”
I laughed. “Help yourself to anything in my closet. Feel free to throw your clothes into the washer.”
I showered quickly, so I could be back in the living room as soon as possible. I didn’t want to give Brett too much time to have second thoughts. But as soon as I saw him I knew it was too late.
He was wearing a pair of my sweat pants and a baggy T-shirt and sat in the recliner.
“Hi.” I sat down on the couch.
He looked at me a little sadly. “I enjoyed what we did but…”
“You aren’t ready for anything else?”

He nodded. “Not right now. I wish I was, but my head isn’t there yet. It would be easy to push myself and give in, but I think that would cause more damage.”

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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Things that happen in LA

We haven't even been in LA for 12 hours and we have an official list of The Top 10 Weird and Crazy Things We've Seen in LA.

10. We ate lunch with a dog we didn't know. She was cute, but she climbed up on our laps like she owned us.

9. 2 homeless people breaking up. It wasn't all. You know, all the nastiness from breaking up, the curse words said, the slurs. Yeah, it was bad. Really, she didn't need him, but you kind of felt sorry form him until he started telling everyone and the dog(yes we were still at the restaurant) how bad she was in bed. Then he proceeded to tell her to fuck off and to go to hell. Not pretty at all.

8. A pedophile getting in fight with a tall dude. And it's not that the short man looked like a creepy pedophile, no, he admitted that he was a pedophile to everyone in the area. So pedophile dude did look a little sketchy, but so did tall dude. In the end, tall dude did a roundhouse kick and knocked the pedophile to the ground. After that they went their separate ways.

7. We watched a homeless man in a red speedo try to dance with a boom box on his shoulder. Matt Boston, he was an abomination to all red speedo men. I'm sorry, I don't think I can look at another man in a red speedo and not see this guy.

6. 15 people tried to sell us drugs. You may think I'm exaggerating, I'm not.

5. A guy playing guitar. Yeah, sounds normal. No this homeless guy was playing so good it was amazing. Except my daughter saw that he wasn't plugged in and that he wasn't really playing. He was playing a radio that had guitar music playing. Funny that people who really know how to play guitar can spot fake playing.

4. A very tanned homeless man in underwear trying to dance. It kind of burned my eyes.

3. My daughter is a homeless person magnet. Every homeless person we walked past tried to talk to her. It was very strange.

2. A woman with no pants or underwear on. 4 inch heels and a bran new tattoo wearing a white dress that was about 2 inches too short to cover her hooch. She was carrying a pair of white roller skates, a suitcase with a broken wheel and a box. She was trying to convince another woman to get a tattoo. The other woman wasn't interested. The conversation turned funny as the woman with no pants/underwear told the other woman she would take her and started to drag the woman back to the tattoo shop. It all ended well, but it was a bit sketchy there for a while.

And the number 1 weird thing we've seen in LA

Two people having sex in the parking lot. When he was done he didn't even help her pull her pants up, however he did hug her then kiss her on the lips.

And there you have it. The top 10 for the night. Who knows what the heck tomorrow will bring.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Transparency and Transition

Writing with Ethan Stone was a great experience. When we first decided to write together it wasn't to create a book with a transgender character. After a few minutes conversation we knew that we wanted to write something a bit different than what we normally wrote. We'd both seen a comic strip on Facebook and that inspired us. You can find the comic here.

Taylor and Charlie came to life over a few conversations and then we dug in and started to write. The process flowed smoothly with a few interruptions for research. I hope you enjoy the story that we created and come to love Charlie and Taylor as much as we do.

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Blurb - Charlie is the quintessential bear. Big, muscular and hairy. But that isn’t the type of men he’s attracted to. He is drawn to men like Taylor—short, smooth, and sexy. Taylor is Charlie’s idea of the perfect twink. But there’s something about Taylor Charlie doesn’t know.

Taylor is unsure about a lot of things, but when he sees Charlie, he instantly knows he wants him. The only issue standing in his way is how Taylor views his own masculinity. He’s afraid that Charlie will leave once he knows the secret Taylor wants to keep hidden. Can he be transparent with Charlie and allow him to look behind the image he's so carefully constructed?


Taylor drew in a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom of the fast-food joint toward the street exit. Like usual, he avoided eye contact as he left the restaurant and made his way down the street to Pleasures Entertainment and Bookstore. His heart thumped wildly as he handed over the five dollar entry fee and headed to the back. The store wasn't packed, but four guys and two girls were milling around, looking at products. A sexy bald man looked up, his piercing eyes drilling a hole straight through Taylor. His steps faltered and he stalled, his feet refusing to move as the man stared at him. He wanted that guy—not for long term because long term wouldn’t work, but a quick blow would feed his fantasies.
The man was freaking hot. That he had no hair on top wasn't a problem. Even better, a tight beard clung to his sharp jaw, leaving Taylor wanting. The air in his lungs stilled, and he had to remind himself to breathe. If only a man like that could want him, but he usually didn't have the best of luck with built studs. The intensity from the sexy stranger poured off him like a waterfall, leaving Taylor wondering if he'd drown in the guy's allure.
He shook off the need, breaking eye contact as he made his way back to the booths. This was his reality for now. He may have wanted to be in that sexy bear's arms, but he'd settle for a quick way to get off, sucking other guys and pretending it was more.
Taylor glanced over his shoulder one last time as he grabbed for the handle on the door. He was disappointed he couldn’t see the guy he'd eye fucked. His insides twisted thinking about that stranger who was one heck of a sexy bear.

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