The characters that inhabit Mine are survivors. From an adventurous ghost at the Waldorf to a unknown lake-dwelling species with a deadly craving, the hunger for physical contact is a celebration, a confirmation, and for some, the only way to carry on living.
You'll meet an audio-voyeur listening to her neighbors play; the inventor of the most expensive sex toy ever manufactured and his impossible-to-please assistant; a secretary that makes an executive see the point in modern art; a therapy junkie working out her issues in a train; Lupe and her bear, the stars of a famous Tijuana sex-show; and a refugee who recognizes blood lust on the dance floor and uses old magic to escape its notice.
There is no silicone here; just a fundamentally compassionate observation of human strength through the prism of sexual connection.
I'm a long-standing DC native that doesn't quite fit in here but doesn't fit in anywhere else either. Basically, it's one big conundrum around here. My favorite things are, in no particular order: my dog, dark chocolate with ginger in it, my sisters, Emeli Sande, silk, my amazing collection of friends, having written (no one enjoys writing), and spending money on makeup at Ulta.
I write compulsively. All my bags are selected for the size of notepad they'll comfortably hold. Since NaNoWriMo 2009, my writing energy has been devoted to The Camellia Resistance, my first (good) novel. It was published in January of 2013 and I'm super proud of it. Basically, my goal for the novel is for it to do for someone what Peter S. Beagle's "The Last Unicorn" did for me: make it possible for someone to get through a really rotten day.
Well written stories that are definitely sexy and also really dark. I felt so sad for some of the characters, like they needed a good hug. Obviously in a short story you don't have much time to get to know the characters in a deep way but I felt like I wanted to know them more. Also, the last one, titled "Mine" was really cool.