Xavier Carter

2011-11-14T16:15:00.001-06:00

Somewhere between graduating college and their first child, Mark’s wife became a completely different person. Gone was the wild, wanton woman he fell in love with. Instead he now had an up tight prim and proper wife and he was tired of her.

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What were we doing? It all started when my husband told me he was fed up with his little miss innocent wife. He told me he wanted his wife to be not so innocent when it came to matters of sex. I just stared at him dumbfounded.

“What do mean honey?” I was frightened by what he had said.

“Listen, that little miss innocent act is good for church, but at the bar, it’s not any fun. You understand?”

“No. I thought that’s what you liked dear?”

“I did, but not anymore. Listen, things change, I have changed, but you haven’t. I’m tired of it! When a guy flirts with you at the bar, flirt back.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You haven’t forgotten how, have you? You were pretty good at it back in college.”

“Huh?” I was bewildered.

“You flirted with the guys back then pretty good. You even got a few of them into your bed if I recall.”

2011-11-14T16:09:00.000-06:00

Now available at Smashwords.

Does your wife really love you? Love you enough to do what you ask? Love you enough to violate her faith in the sanctity of marriage? And do you love her enough to allow her? This is the second Anthology of those Wives we dream about.
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He would be home any minute from a hard day of work. I have been preparing all day for the moment he walked through the door. First, there was the feast waiting on the table for his pleasure. Then there would be dessert after his being refreshed in his master bath. Today was his birthday, he would be just forty-two years old. We have been together for the past ten years as husband and wife. I loved my Jeff and he was my Jeff make no mistake about that. Upstairs I powered my nose and prepared myself for the man I adored to come home.

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I slowly drove down our street waiting for the kids to get out of the way, as they played softball. Smiling, I waved at them as they waved back shouting for me to hurry out of their way. I gunned the car a little and turned into our driveway. I didn't pull the car all the way back as tonight, I thought we might go out to dinner, because today is my birthday.

"Honey, I'm home," I called, as I stepped in the back door.

"Just a minute," I heard a voice say from somewhere back in the house.

As I climbed the three steps into the kitchen from the back entryway, I spotted who I thought was my sister-in-law standing by the table. Julie, if it was she, is my wife's sister and stood waiting for me in the most outrageous costume I had ever seen. How my darling Shannon had gotten her to dress this way was beyond me. She had this little skimpy French maids outfit on, fishnet stocking with a seam up the back, garter belt, six-inch stiletto CFM heels and a little white doily hat.

2011-11-14T16:05:00.000-06:00

Is now available at Smashwords.

She loves you very dearly. Will do anything for you. Wants you to be happy. Will she or won't she is a story about two people who lust after each other and their fantasies. Follow their adventures over a weekend of adventure and passion.
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“What do you mean ‘No’?”

“Just what I said ‘No!’ I won’t do it! I won’t. Why, in heavens name, would you want to watch me making love to another man or woman for that matter? I suppose you would like to see that too?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

“No fucking way! Not with another woman. I’m not gay!”

“Judy, you don’t have to be gay to have sex, not make love, to another woman. And I didn’t ask you to make love, I asked you to have sex – there is a difference – with another man.”

“Why? Who?”

“Why? I really don’t know. I just know that when I think about you with another man it excites me very, very much. You having an orgasm with another man’s cock inside you while I watch…it just makes me shudder with excitement baby.”

“And who?”

“Mmmm…well nobody in particular.” I said.

“What, you just want to have me go out and bring home a stranger?” Judy asked.

“Well, if you don’t mind, a stranger would be great. But, you don’t have to bring them home that could be difficult, how about if we get a hotel room for the night?”

“You’re kidding me?” I looked down at the floor. I couldn’t look her in the eyes. I didn’t want her to see my excitement.

“You’re not kidding, are you?”

“No, I’m not!” I was now looking her in the eye to show my resolve. It was suddenly very quiet. The tension in the air was almost palpable, like the static charge during a lightening storm. Judy’s eyes were open wide and her gaze was penetrating as she considered her response. Then like a switch the light in her eyes changed from the glaring white light of a searchlight to the soft sensual glow of a candle.

“Ah, I’m not saying that I will do it but, I will think about it. I do love you very much and want you to be happy. And I thought we were happy but I guess there is something missing. It isn’t like it used to be, I mean, the sex is good but it’s just not as fulfilling as it used to be. And, I guess I’ve been feeling, well, neglected. But, I don’t know if I could, I mean, it would be embarrassing, after twenty some odd years, of just being naked and alone with you, to suddenly have another naked man in bed with me.” Whew, that was a mouthful.

2011-10-28T16:44:00.003-05:00

My Mom is now available at Smashwords.

Can there be anything stronger than the love of a son for his mother and her for him. Come along on adventures of Mom's and their son's discovering their need for each other is stronger than the taboo that has been drilled into them. A series of short stories proving a son can love his mom more than anything in the world.
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As Mom and I walked back to the car after dropping dad off at the airport, she put her arm around me and pulled me close. She had been doing this whenever we were together and alone. She giggled as I placed my arm around her shoulders pulling her toward me. I was a little taller than Mom, so I kissed the top of her head as we walked. Why I did, I couldn't tell you, except I loved my Mom and at that moment felt a little sorry for her because Dad would be gone for the next month on business.

Mom stopped, making me almost pull her off her feet. Turning toward her, I saw a strange look on her face as she stepped up to me. Reaching up she pulled my lips to hers. Completely surprised by this, I didn’t pull away. She parted her lips slightly and I took her invitation to slide my tongue into her warm, wet mouth. Her breath exploded from her lungs and she broke our tender moment gasping for air.

"Oh my," Mom whispered, "that was most intense."

"It sure was Mom," I told her trying to hide my hard-on and catch my breath also.

"Now where was the car?" Mom asked weakly.

"Over this way Mom," I said shyly.

She took my hand in hers as if we were high school kids. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry as we walked down the aisle of cars. When we came to ours, I opened Mom's door so she could get in and I could help her, just as Dad had taught me. Mom stood there with her back toward me. I was standing just outside the door. She turned suddenly and she was in my arms in an instant.

Our lips met, hers were soft and warm, as I slid my tongue over them. Mom's tongue forced its way into my mouth. It was my turn to experience my breath exploding out of my lungs. Mom just giggled as she stood there looking up into my eyes, my hard on pressed against her stomach.

Turning, Mom sat down quickly in her seat. I stood there waiting for her to lift her feet in and sit back. Instead, she looked up at me with her doe eyes and smiled. Reaching out, she grabbed my belt and pulled me toward her. She was quickly unbuckling my belt and undoing my pants. Before I could move, she had my cock in her hand stroking it, looking up into my eyes.

Reluctant Lovers

2011-10-27T20:01:00.000-05:00

Reluctant Lovers is now available at Smashwords.

A collection of short stories in the BDSM genre fill the pages. Bound for Pleasure and Bound Again told from the reluctant woman as a man she knows takes her though pleasures she has only dreamed of. Inside the Mind of a Stalker takes us inside as the stalker works trying to bring pleasure to his victim. True Love proves that a woman can experience good sex with someone other than her husband.
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Bound Again

I was walking to my car after a hard day at work. A black van, one I didn't recognize, had parked next to my car on the driver's side. Not really paying attention, I pulled the handle on my door and heard the van door slide open behind me. A black hood whipped over my head and arms wrapped around my body pulling me into the van. I tried to scream but no sound came from my throat. My hands, forced behind me and tied at my back, I heard the door slide shut and my purse hit the floor of the van.

Lying there, I whimpered as the van started and drove away. I thought to myself, 'Why me?' as I lay there on the floor. For the next ten minutes, the van drove turning, twisting, and jogging to and fro. Even if I could, there was no way for me to tell where I was or where we were going. I was at a loss as to what they, was there more than one, wanted to do to me. I was frightened beyond belief.

A long time later the van stopped. I heard the crunch of gravel under the tires as it came to a halt. My senses were reeling as the van door opened and my captor manhandled me over his shoulder. I kicked and screamed as he walked. A hand landed a stinging blow to my buttocks surprising me. After a split-second, I started kicking and screaming again. Another crashing blow to my ass shocked me to silence.

My captor walked for quite a way before stopping. Hearing a door open and then close I knew we were now inside and my captor had the upper hand. All of a sudden, I was flying through the air. I landed hard on a bed bouncing into the air to land hard again. As I lay there, I could hear my captor roaming around wherever we were. Opening and closing doors and what I could only assume to be cabinets.

"Who are you?" I shouted.

"Shut up!" said a hoarse, raspy voice I did not recognize.

"Fuck you, now who the hell are you…" I didn't get to finish, as a stinging blow to my ass shocked me.

"You had better shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you."

I lay there, my ass hot with a slowly fading pain. Fright was now my companion. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I listened to my captor move around the room. My mind raced with thoughts of what he was going to do to me or with me. Several loud noises had me jumping out of my skin. Then he was close to me. I could feel the heat from his body as his hands roughly grabbed my arms.

I Married a Slut

2011-10-27T19:54:00.002-05:00

I Married a Slut is now available from Smashwords.

I married a slut. I know I married a slut. I planned it that way. She is a beautiful girl and I love her dearly. She fulfills my every fantasy at my request. She fulfills her every fantasy with my permission. She is my soul, she is my inspiration, she is my wife and I love her dearly.
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I knew back in high school that I was a voyeur. I liked to watch people having sex, not that I didn't like to participate I just liked watching it made the sex all the better. There's not much chance to do that in high school but sometime after graduation on one particular double date, I got my chance and found my sweet slut. Now don't get me wrong, I like sex just as much as the next person does. I just like to watch before or during.

My buddy cheating on his girl friend, who just happened to live next door to me, brought about this date. She was a petite blond with a knockout face and body. My buddy was nuts. He had a delightful little blond honey who simply adored him and he goes out and bangs some girlfriend of his sisters. Well anyway, Jane was knocking on my door and I didn't know at the time that's what he had done.

"Hey, what's going on Jane?"

"Would you like to take me to the drive-in?"

My jaw dropped at her request. I knew she was seeing my buddy but she was such a sexy and pretty girl. She is that girl next door that all guys dream about having live there.

"Sure, let me get my coat," I told her, ducking back inside.

I grabbed my coat and keys and out the door, I went. I was on autopilot. I opened her door, helping her in, then ran around to the driver's side and climbed in, backing out the driveway and driving away.

"Do you mind if we double date with Janice and Brad?"

"No, not at all, where are we picking them up?"

"At Janice's house, go up three blocks and take a right then two blocks, forth house on the left."

"Sure thing," I said.

We were there in three minutes. Janice and Brad were waiting on her front porch. I beeped the horn and they came running over to the car and climbed in the back seat on Jane's side. I had a two door.

"One more stop and then we can go, is that okay?"

"Sure, no problem, where too?" I asked.

"Jimmy's."

My head buzzed and my heart started to pound as I put the car in gear and drove off. It was twenty of the most agonizing minutes, I ever spent in a car. Jane and Janice talked and carried on as if nothing was wrong. Brad sat silently as I drove to my buddy's house. As we pulled up Jane started to cry, his car was gone. Well, not his car, his mothers, we were out of high school but just barely. Everyone was over eighteen but had yet to start collage or go out and get a real job. As the car stopped, Jane jumped out, ran up to the house, and knocked on the door. Jimmy's mom answered and let her in giving her a hug and holding her there in the door for a minute.

"He is so fucking screwed," Janice said.

"All right, what's going on?" I asked.

"You don't know? Jimmy is out with someone else tonight. He was supposed to go out with Jane but called her and said he wasn't feeling well. She didn't believe him, waited an hour and called back. His mom told her he had gone out, she thought to see her," Janice told me.

"Holy shit! Damn!" I beat the steering wheel as it sunk in. "What an asshole."

"That's what I thought too," Janice said.

Long story short, Jane came out her eyes red from crying. I asked her if she wanted to go home, she said no. I drove to the drive-in.

"Park way in the back in the dark corner," Jane said smiling shyly at me.

Now I knew you only parked back there if you were going to be getting it on, so to speak. I shrugged my shoulders and slowly cruised down the last row of the lot. I found a spot almost to the end of the row where we would have an empty spot on either side of the car.

"Perfect," Jane said, which rather shocked me.

I grabbed the speaker and hung it on the partially rolled down window. Jane moved over next to me, lifted my arm and snuggled in next to me. The car had bench seats. I placed my hand on her arm and gave her a little squeeze.

The Kings Undoing

2011-10-25T10:29:00.005-05:00

The Kings Undoing is now available at Smashwords.

If time travel were a reality, could we use it to correct the horrible mistakes of the past? Would we be able to correct the wrongs of those in power?

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"So, Agent Peters, what you're telling this committee is this man has no information we can use?"

"No Senator, what I said is that any information we get from him will be useless."

"Why is that Agent Peters?"

"The event has already occurred. He can tell us how he planned and executed the operation. Who may have helped him, how they may have helped him. But that was the past and everything after the event has now changed."

"How can that be? Maybe you better explain it to us."

"I can't do that, I don't know enough on the subject."

"Then who should be explaining it to us?"

"He should, but he's not up to doing that, even if he is willing."

"I see. Well what do you know? Maybe you better start at the beginning."

"Yes Senator. From what he has told us, the year was 2031 and the country was in turmoil. The world was in turmoil. Economies throughout the world had been collapsing for decades. The population of the United States, decimated by hunger, plague and civil war, is on the verge of collapse.

"We now flash back to 2016, three years into the Presidents second term. Unemployment is at a record high of twenty-five percent. There are more than fifty trillion dollars in fiat money in circulation. The national debt is in the neighborhood of one hundred and twenty five trillion dollars and is so high that foreign counties holding our IOU's demand their payments in gold. The problem is there is no gold backing the currency any more. It has all been sold to private investors."

"And you believe this drivel told to you?"

"Yes Senator, I do."

"Continue then Agent Peters."

"The country is broke. Can't pay its bills, can't pay its employees. Over the next year, the President consolidates his position within the government. On the eve of the next election, he declares martial law. Loyal units of the military move into the capital, the President declares himself the lifelong ruler of the United States."

"Preposterous!"

"From what I have been told he has you killed first Senator. He dissolves Congress and has the Justices of the Supreme Court jailed. The vice president is declared the Prime Minister and certain members of the house posted to positions in his ruling dictatorship. All private enterprise is nationalized."

Agent Peters stops to take a drink of water. Then looking back to his notes, he continues.

"For the next five years the country is torn apart by war. Ten divisions of loyalist military units secure the northeast from the coast to the Ohio River and as far south as West Virginia. In the west, California secedes to become its own country, soon followed by the secessions of Texas, Colorado, Oklahoma and all states west of the Mississippi from the Gulf of Mexico to the Canadian border.

"Texas coops Louisiana, Arkansas and Oklahoma into its boarders to become the Republic of Texas once more. The four states of the Four Corners Area, Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona and Utah, become the Colorado Republic. Kansas, Nebraska, Iowa and Missouri band together to become the Prairie Republic, followed by Minnesota, North and South Dakota as the Dakota Republic. The Mountain Republic consisted of Wyoming, Montana and Idaho. The Northwest Republic consisted of Washington and Oregon. Nevada stood alone and defended its borders vigorously, but freely gave whatever secrets kept within its borders.

"California annexed the Baja peninsula much to the relief of Mexico. Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Michigan and Wisconsin were hung out to dry by both sides. Michigan and Wisconsin eventually joined Canada, while Ohio, Indiana and Illinois joined the Southern Republic made up of Kentucky, West Virginia, the Carolina's, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Tennessee and Mississippi. The year is 2022 and the United States of America is no more. Canada invades Maine and holds it, despite the fight put up by the President's armies."

Agent Peters stops to refresh himself again. Looking up at the panel of Senators, he sighs.

"Our country is now torn apart. Infrastructures begin to crumble. The monetary system is in chaos as each republic now prints its own."

"This is all well and good, but when does our assassin enter the picture Agent Peters?"

"I'm coming to that, sir. In 2030 Mister Abernathy is…"

"Wait, he isn't a Doctor? PhD type?"

"No sir, he is self taught. He is also eighty years old. A group of people and he have been hanging about at what had been Argonne National Labs. At the time of the collapse, the lab was working on time travel. The group with Mister Abernathy continued that work. On October 31, 2031, they succeeded."

"Well then, can he tell us how to complete the work now?"

"Probably, but like I said he's not really up to doing so."

"I see. Maybe we should be the judge of that. Get him in here as soon as possible Agent Peters."

"Sir, I respect…"

"Now Peters, do you understand?"

"Yes, Senator," Agent Peters replied.

God Mother

2011-08-23T22:44:00.004-05:00

Available at
Smashword

Everyone should have a teacher in their lives. Someone to help, guide and train them in the ways of life and love. Cole Schuster is lucky enough to have someone like that. Follow his adventures through life and love as his God Mother teaches him about them, with the help of his cousin, mother and other wonderful ladies in his life.

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It is on my twelfth birthday I notice her as an individual. Up until that time, she is part of the group I know as relatives. It's the time in a boy's life when girls are no longer yucky and they start to be more than just a person who is not a boy. I also remember noticing my buddy's older sisters around the neighborhood. Especially, when they would lie out in their bikinis, bikinis, considered scandalous at the time, yet covering three times as much as the 'bikinis' of today.

She is a beautiful woman, with dark hair and clear brown eyes with specks of gold. Her nose, slightly bigger than most, fits her face perfectly. Her smile is what brings her to my attention, bright and sincere. At the time, all the women in my life are moms. Looking back, I now realize they are each in their own right, what we today call MILFs. Even my own mother is one, as are the mom's of all my friends. I remember this like it is yesterday.

Over the next couple of years, she attends every celebration parent's heap upon their children, little ones and big ones. Her name is Joan and on a number of occasions mom tells me, she is my God Mother and her husband is my God Father. At the time I have no idea what that means. It isn't until I truly notice her I want to know. So, shortly after my twelfth birthday, I ask my mother.

"Mom, what does it mean to be my God Mother?"

"I was wondering when you would ask that question. Joan is your God Mother and George is your God Father. If something were to happen to your father and me, they would take over for us, caring for you."

"Oh. Like what?"

"Well if we were to get into a car accident and…and…"

"Die?"

"Yes. Then Joan would become your mother and George your father. They would also take care of you if both dad and I were hurt at the same time and can't. Joan asked she be included in your life just in case something happened and she needed to care for you. She wants you to know her so you won't be afraid."

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

That is the best news I ever heard. She doesn't appear to be a blood relative. Oh and the part about her taking care of me if something is to happen to my parents isn't bad news either. Over the next couple of years, I grow close to Joan. At every event, which she attends in my life, I sit and talk with her. I tell her what is going on in my life and what my dreams might be at that point in time.

She seems so happy to hear every word I have to tell her. When I first did, she seems a little surprised, yet also pleased. As I grew older, I start to play sports. She attends every one of my little league games. Sitting in the bleachers with my mom and cheering me on. Then comes pony league. She is there, but seems sadder. When she attends my birthday parties, she comes alone.

It is my sixteenth birthday when I get the nerve up to ask her. We are sitting in the driveway the night of my party looking up at the stars. She is sipping a beer while I take small swigs out of my bottle of Pepsi.

"Joan, where is George?"

"Oh, god," she replies, her shoulders droop as her face, full of sadness, turns my way. "Sweetheart, George and I have divorced."

"Oh, Joan, I'm so sorry."

I am no stranger to divorce. Several friends on the block have been through them. It is sad to watch and I bet it is horrendous to experience.

"Thank you sweetie, you are such a joy to have in my life right now, I thank the stars that you and I can share our lives and experiences."

"Me too, Joan and I have wanted to say this for a long time now…I love you."

"Oh that's so sweet, I love you too."

She leans over, kisses my cheek, placing her hand on my head. She sits there smiling at me for a long time, stroking my hair gently. Then she stands, looks down at me and turns, hurrying away into the backyard. I swear she mutters under her breathe, 'If only…'.

Over the next couple of years, I just enjoy her company when I can. She is so easy to talk to and an avid listener. I tell her about everything I experience. My loves, my losses, my ups and downs, she listens to them all, intently, she is always concerned about my well-being and helps me work out my emotions.

As I get older, she gets more and more beautiful. It is true she is athletic. In our conversations, she tells me about her work out regime and I am truly impressed at how well it is working for her. Although she is not my mother's contemporary, Joan is at least five years, if not more, younger than mom, Joan has withstood the sands of time far better than my mother.

Another new story...A New World

2011-07-28T03:25:00.014-05:00

A New World takes you through the lives off a species that has to leave their home planet because they have discovered an asteroid a quarter size their planet heading right for them. They are a technically advanced race and build giant ships to move their species to the next planet down sun from them.

They have left that planet alone as it is inhabited by a race of people not advanced enough to even have discovered fire yet. They know they will supplant this race within ten decades, yet they have no choice as it is the only other planet in the system they can live on.
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Hurrying down the hallway, Jean De'art holds the readout tightly to her thorax. Her mind is reeling with the data typed across the pages she has just printed. Frightened beyond belief she pushes open Professor Ke'pats door without knocking. The Professor spins in his chair to see who would be so bold, yet a kindly smile crosses his lips when he sees it is Jean.

"Jean, my dear, what is the matter? You look as if you have seen a ghost of the ancestors."

"Professor, if that was all, I would be overjoyed. What I have here, in this stack of paper is something I just can't comprehend as yet."

"Well my dear, then let me see and perhaps I can help you."

"Sir, I understand what the data tells me, it's what it means that I can't or don't want to comprehend."

"Let me have a look," Professor Ke'pats says softly.

Jean sets the papers down in front of him, gently. Ke'pats starts reading. As he does, the small hairs on the back of his neck start to rise. His torso breaks out in fel'ck bumps. As he reads the last page of data, his hands shake and his eyes bulge out of their sockets.

"This can't be Jean!" Ke'pats whispers afraid of his students answer.

"I checked it five time sir. The numbers are correct."

"My god, this is…this is disastrous. This will mean…Great Je'ga, I can't say it."

"I know sir. I can't either, but we have to tell someone."

"The High Council must be told for sure, yet…will they do the right thing."

"I wouldn't know the answer to that question Professor, really I wouldn't."

"I know my dear, I know. Not a word of this to anyone until I return from Se'pa City, understand my dear?"

"Yes Professor," Jean says watching the Professor collect her papers and stuff them in his carry case. "Go back to your lab and print another copy of these and put them in a safe place, just in case."

"In case of what Professor?" Jean asks.

"Just do it," the Professor whispers harshly. "For me dear, if you would?" he asks gently.

"Of Course, sir, of course," Jean replies, as the Professor hurries out the door.
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Geez, how many does this make now...there is God Mother, Janus(5 books, 1 already published) Lakota Johnson, The Others, Jump Point, Rerun, The Fifth Age and several others.

Crap there isn't enough time in the day! Damn and I want to finish these before I die!

Oh well back to work.

Brotherhood of Janus: First Gathering

2011-07-05T11:11:00.008-05:00

is now available at Smashwords.

"Brotherhood of Janus - Bylaws and rules of Membership"

George J. Hood and Hyraim Janus founded the Brotherhood of Janus in 1865. The founding of the Brotherhood was for the advancement of members and their families. The Brotherhood required members to help other members in the areas of business and conservation of family fortunes. That was the primary reason for the formation of the Brotherhood. Only, later - 1920 - did the gifting of pleasure to each other in a monthly celebration come to be an additional aspect of the group. Although, in the archives, there is mention of grand meetings of the Brotherhood council and once business concluded, refreshments and entertainment, provided by the member's wives, began.

Membership is either inherited or bestowed. Although there are instances, were short-term memberships were given for payment for the good of the Brotherhood. The first five hundred members are founding members. Even though the member currently holding one of the first five hundred memberships is only a descendant of the first member, they are always to be revered as one of the five hundred.

Looking at the number in the lower right hand corner of the booklet I read my membership number, 00000293, I was a Five Hundred.

God Mother

2011-05-16T09:04:00.001-05:00

I haven't been working on the Janus books, but I have been working on what might be a new book. I have several chapter up at Lit. It's called God Mother.

Again the idea popped into my mind and I ran with it...and ran and ran.

New Short Story Published

2011-04-07T22:46:00.003-05:00

Lightning Strike

Is now available at Smashwords.

Jim Carr was a lonely young man living in the big city. One day on his way home two things happened to him. He was struck by lightning and met a beautiful woman.
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Jim Carr was walking down the street on his way home from work, the clouds overhead dark with the coming storm. As he rounded the corner and started across the park down the street from his house, there was a brilliant flash and a loud bang as a single bolt of lightning hit him squarely in the head. Dropping to his knees, Jim cried out in pain slowly falling forward the blackness of unconsciousness washing over his mind.
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Opening his eyes slowly, a sharp pain still present in his head, Jim saw the face of an angel, his head cradled in the soft lap, of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Opening his mouth the woman placed a finger to his lips.

Brotherhood of Janus

2011-03-16T15:21:00.002-05:00

Wow! A week straight of typing. I have been fixated on this one for two weeks. I have forsaken gaming, and other things. 50,000 words and it's only two thirds done. Yikes. And this is just the first in several books planned for the series of who knows how many!

Here's a small except...

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I drove home in a daze. When I got there, my wife was out, so I sat at the kitchen table and opened the box. On the very top of the papers, there had to be a couple of hundred file folders, there was a single booklet. It was about 50 pages, typed and bound. The title page inside the cover was "Brotherhood of Janus - Bylaws and rules of Membership". There was a preface.

George J. Hood and Hyraim Janus founded the Brotherhood of Janus in 1865. The Brotherhood was formed for the advancement of members and their families. The Brotherhood required the members to help other members in the areas of business and conservation of family fortunes. That was the primary reason for the formation of the Brotherhood. Only, later - 1920 - did the gifting of pleasure to each other in a monthly celebration come to be an additional aspect of the group. Although in the archives, there is mention of grand meetings of the Brotherhood council and once business concluded, refreshments and entertainment, provided by the member's wives, began.

Membership is either inherited or bestowed. Although there are instances, were payments for short-term memberships have been accepted for the good of the Brotherhood. The first five hundred members have and will always be referred to as founding members. Even though the member currently holding one of the five hundred membership numbers is only a descendant of the first member, he will still be revered as one of the five hundred.

Looking at the number in the lower right hand corner of the booklet I read my membership number. Zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-two-nine-three, I was a five hundred.

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I hope to finish this one soon.

Added: I have finished the final draft and sent this off to my editor. It will be ready soon.

Time and Again - available at Smashwords.com

2011-02-08T21:38:00.005-06:00

Time and Again

The future was a cold, bleak place. Nothing human survived on the continents of the world. A single…you can't call him human…travels back in time. With the aid of two friends, he attempts to stop what is the future, from happening. Alone the way he reunites one couple and helps another to understand their child. Unfortunately, if he succeeds in stopping the events that cause humans to be no more, all will be forgotten.

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Falling through the grayness, lost in a reality of my own, I dropped through the air hitting the ground hard. How long I lay there, I do not know, but when I woke, I was cold. Cold wet snow blurred my vision. I struggled to my feet, staggering a few meters down the hill on which I landed. Falling forward, I tumbled in the snow, further down slamming against the trunk of a tree. Stunned, I sat there looking up watching the snow, fall from the sky, along with flashes of lights from out of nowhere. My bones ached and my joints tingled. They told me they would.

I don't know how long I sat there watching the snowfall, surprised by the wetness that hit my face. I started to shiver as a gust of wind swirled the white flakes around me. Pulling my canteen from its holder on my belt, I drank until the liquid quenched my need. Searching in the cold snow beside me, I found my rifle. Shaking it free of the clinging white flakes, I slung it over my shoulder. Groaning loudly I struggled to my feet again to continue my journey.

Looking around I found a landmark and knew instantly where I was. Pushing off the tree I headed west through the woods. I had to find the house. I knew the address, but not which house it was on the street. It was dark, the streetlights glowed an eerie greenish white, casting shadows in the recesses of the shrubbery. Finding the house among the row of houses, I saw all was dark inside. Around the side of the garage peeking in the window, I saw both bays were empty, nobody home. With my back to the wall, exhaustion overtook me as I slide down to rest, hoping she would be home directly.

Kindle eBook - The Michelle Diaries is now available

2011-01-10T15:51:00.000-06:00

My newest - The Michelle Diaries - is now available at the Kindle Store.

Follow two students' adventures through medical school. Their trials, their sorrow, their joy, their

excitement and their loves. Share their journey to become the best they can be, no matter the obstacle.

Diary #25

Yes, I keep a diary, or a journal as some call them, this is the twenty-fifth in my series, which I started when I first learned to write. I write this preface in all but the first. I am no writer I just jot down my feelings and experiences as they occur, I worry not about spelling or grammar, just the facts. One day I will let my daughter read these, if I have a daughter. Not so much to show her I was once young, but to show her life can be fun, full of excitement and wonder.

Michelle

What are you doing Jeff?

2010-12-16T13:24:00.001-06:00

An open letter to Amazon:

With the deletions of books from the Kindle store, along with already purchased books from individuals Kindle's, and that's the most bizarre thing I have ever encountered, it has been a most mind-boggling week. As a business practice, the removal of material from a person's privately owned Kindle just reeks of Big Brotherism. As an individual I would be out raged that, a company with which I do business has not only the ability, but also the audacity to reach out and take back something I purchased from them.

That Kindle is my property, not theirs. I paid for it and the stories it contains, not Amazon. The road to my Amazon should be one way, from them to me. Before they sent the item to my Kindle, they should know whether my credit card transaction has been accepted, that's what happens at all the other stores with which I do business. There should be absolutely no reason for them to invade my privacy.

And, that's what it is, an invasion of privacy, a violation of one my basic civil rights, my right to privacy, as guaranteed by the Constitution. At least in the United States it is, unless there have been changes I'm not aware of.

It would also seem the deletions were highly selective. Why? (I doubt we will ever get an answer from Amazon)

Just a while ago, there was a mass deletion of gay and lesbian stories from the store and peoples Kindles. It took a lawsuit to replace people personal property and part of the deal was that Amazon would never do it again. Someone at Amazon must feel they are above the law when it comes to personal property rights. Why?

Now we are at another crossroads with Amazon and Kindles. The topic of concern is now incest. Why? At last count, only a percentage of titles available on the Kindle have been deleted. Why? At my last count, about an hour ago, there are still 812 eBook titles dealing with incest still available for down load on the Kindle. Why, if there is a campaign against all incest do they only delete a portion of the titles available?

Why only these authors and one publishing house? Why only them? I don't have the answers, only speculation.

Now all this leads to the question, what's next?

Under age sex, Amazon has 54 titles available, 50 of which are available via the Kindle Store.

Bestiality, Amazon has 16 titles available for the Kindle.

There has already been an attack on Gay and Lesbian stories, but Amazon still has 3,137 Lesbian titles for the Kindle and 7,175 Gay titles for the Kindle.

BDSM, Amazon has 2,365 titles for the Kindle.

Cheating Wives, Amazon has 58 titles for the Kindle.

Cuckold, Amazon has 128 titles for the Kindle.

So, which category of eBooks will Amazon attack next? Which stories will Amazon decide the public shouldn't read? Or which group bumping Amazon will decided?

While I do believe it is the right of Amazon to decide what they sell, I do not believe it is Amazons right to steal what I have already legally purchased from me. What they are doing is theft on a grand scale and if I did what they have done, I would be in jail.

Jeff, get your people under control before they land you in jail. There is no other retailer that can come into my house and take back an item I purchased legally. None. Why does Amazon feel they have the right? Some arduous fine print on a computer screen, that nobody reads in the first place? Your company has been sued in the past, I see another suit in your future.

Update: Amazon has since stated on their customer forum:

“Due to a technical issue, for a short window of time three books were temporarily unavailable for re-download by customers who had previously purchased them. When this was brought to our attention, we fixed the problem and those books were once again made available for re-download. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

Technical issue, I believe that one. Don't you?

The Darkness Before Night...

2010-11-16T12:45:00.000-06:00

The Darkness has been published over at Fido Publishing.

Give it a look when you get a chance.

A life of it's own...

2010-10-17T18:58:00.000-05:00

RERUN, it has take a turn. It was supposed to be a simple time travel, getting to do things over, differently, story. The characters have now turned the thing into a mystery story. Well I guess that's what happens when you let the characters talk. They start saying things and doing thing you hadn't planned.

So you can surmise that I have been working on RERUN lately, almost exclusively, for the past week or so. We'll see where it ends up eventually. I wonder how many lifetimes the lead character will have to live through to solve the mystery.

Only time will tell, I guess.

My mind is boggled...

2010-10-07T17:36:00.023-05:00

After being on vacation for such a long time my muse has finally come home. I have four projects going at the same time and she has me attempting to finish up some old projects, short stories mostly, she had me start some time ago.

It feels good to actually be writing again. I have projects for Fido to publish and two for eXcessica, in the works.

Lakota Johnson and RERUN will be submitted to Fido.

While The Michelle Diaries and Lightning Strike will be submitted to eXcessica.

I have mocked up some covers for them...let me know which you like.

The time is post apocalyptic earth. A pandemic has swept across the world leaving few survivors. A small group of survivors, after talking over shortwave radio for a year, come together in the center of what had been the United States.

Their survival depends on their bravery and cunning as they attempt to find other survivors on their travels south to avoid a harsh, cold winter.

Time travel becomes a possibility, but only into the past, your own past. How many life times would you be willing to live? How many changes would you like to make in your past?

John has plenty to do in his past and does, but will those changes translate to the present?

Michelle is going through medical school, along the way she meet her best friend in the world and has adventures and experiences of a life time.

She meets wonderful people and those not so wonderful. There are good times and bad times for both her and her best friend.

Until they both meet the men of their dreams.

Jim is walking home from work and is struck by a freak lightning bolt. As he is being attended to by a beautiful lady doctor he discovers he as an uncanny ability to control others.

Submitted for Publication

2010-09-03T17:31:00.001-05:00

I have submitted my newest book for publication to Fido Publishing and it has been accepted. I will post again when it is on sale.

A collection of short stories from post-apocalyptic Earth to time travel and other worldly beings to flights of fancy, The Darkness Before Night collection has been created over the last couple of years and contains the following stories.

Gods of Thunder brings to light what might be actually going on in the skies above our heads as lightning strike victims pursue beings of the clouds.

The Lone Star Division chapter gives a glimpse of future warfare, waged on distant planets, but those who wage these wars are still human.

The Darkness Before Night told from the perspective of young girl, brings the sadness of a country gone a rye and a family who sticks together.

When Darkness Falls tells, a short tale about post-apocalyptic Earth as two people and their dog flee the current authorities.

Walking the Dog has John shifting in time and meeting the woman he loves in the past.

A Hole in Time has Bill landing in a strange unusual place. He is shortly joined by Faith from a time before his. They learn a lot as they try to get home.

Sea Salt has beings from another planet helping the human race through its history to build an FTL drive only to discover they will…

History is only true from the prospective of the maker.

Guardian has the world to protect.

Ping Box...

2010-07-18T17:14:00.000-05:00

As you can see I have added a Ping Box to my page for those of you who would like to chat privately with me. If you do...I will be online most days 7:00p to 9:00p Monday thru Friday.

Give me a ping when you see me online.

It's been a long time...

2010-07-06T17:07:00.000-05:00

Well my new book Aftermath is currently number three over at FidoPublishers.com, I'm happy about that.

My next release will be a collection of short stories I've been working on. Some have seen the light of day before others haven't. So if you like short tales of ... well I'm not going to give it away.

It's for Sale...

2010-03-29T14:44:00.004-05:00

My newest is now for sale over at Fido Publishing...Aftermath.

Submitted to Fido Publishing

2010-02-03T14:06:00.001-06:00

I have recently submitted to a new publisher of non-erotic fiction and non-fiction...Fido.

Aftermath is about a group of people brought together by one man. A man, John "Cappy" Abernathy, who knows his future, just his future. It follows their exploits while trying to survive in a completely new world. A world going into another ice age. A world where the U.S. has fallen apart, disintegrated into a lawless anarchy with only isolated section under law and order.

I will post again when I know when it will go on sale.

2010-01-29T09:55:00.001-06:00

My Anthology has been excepted for publication by eXcessica.com and will be on sale in October, 2010.

Current Books I Am Working on...

2010-01-25T13:10:00.002-06:00

The following are short stories, novella's and novels I am currently working on...

Aftermath is a post apocalyptic story about a group of people trying to survive.

Wives and the Men they Love is a collection of short stories about husband and wives, their fetishes and lovers. This would be rated (X) on some sites.

The Darkness Before Night is a collection of different Sci-Fi shorts that I have written. Only two have ever been published before.

The Opening Shot...

2010-01-20T17:21:00.000-06:00

Well here it is my blog...

Here I will tell you what I'm working on and what I have submitted for publishing.

There will be links to my website where I have some free reads and blurbs of upcoming books and stories.

So leave a comment, send me and email, whatever.

Xavier