A Taste of Pink

After getting the mother load of good news today, I’ve decided to spread the joy and post Pink Redux early. This section isn’t part of the book.  It’s something I wrote that could fit and could have happened based on the story and the characterizations as a whole.

Pink, the entire novella will be available on October 18th. Feel free to ask questions, make comments, curse my name, sneer up your nose, etc. I would also appreciate any RT or re-posts.

Thanks Amy.


Pink Redux


As Shawn eased the key into the lock, she glanced over her shoulder. “We should have the place to ourselves so don’t worry about being quiet.”

Keisha smiled slow and dirty. “I don’t censor myself for anyone.” Her words heated the air between them, making it heavy and dense. God, Shawn loved that feeling, and it had been sorely missed.

“Somehow, I knew you’d say that.” Shawn opened the front door.

“Well, I’m easy, especially with skills like yours.”

Keisha’s compliment sent Shawn soaring, which was exactly what she wanted… no, needed. She really couldn’t tell anymore. The lines that seemed so defined before were blurring. Feeling good had started to become priority and all she wanted was more of it. She wasn’t sure where her growing desperation came from. Maybe Veda was right about getting too close to Keisha. Maybe the situation with Courtney had broken Shawn far more than she knew. Maybe she was getting greedy. Either way, Shawn hesitated, which was enough to cool her off. Instead of the bedroom, she decided on the kitchen.

“I’m gonna grab a sandwich first. You want anything?”

Keisha cocked an eyebrow. “Okay.” She dragged the word out. “Where did you just go? I had your full attention a minute ago.”

Unable to hold her gaze, Shawn turned away. “Nowhere. I just wanted a sandwich.”

“Courtney. That’s where you were.”

That situation, that person, was the very last thing she wanted to discuss. Shawn moved toward the kitchen. “You didn’t answer my question. You want anything?”

“Something to drink.” Keisha answered as she followed her.

“Just to remind you, we don’t have anything fancy. Just Coke and Michelob Ultra with the cactus shit in it.” Shawn tried her best to keep her voice as light as possible, hoping that Keisha wouldn’t push.

“Coke is fine.”

“Okay,” Shawn opened the refrigerator and gathered the ham, turkey and other ingredients along with a Coke.

“I know what I do for you.”

Shawn swallowed and glanced at Keisha. She was leaning against the counter near the stove, watching her. Their eyes met briefly. Keisha’s gaze was intense, focused.

“Let me do it. Just play along.”

The offer to fly above the anger, the hurt, and the emptiness was so very hard to resist, but still, quickly and quietly, Shawn made her sandwich. Keisha pressed into her from behind. She brushed dreadlocks out of the way, exposing the back of Shawn’s neck.

The first brush of Keisha’s lips made Shawn tremble.

“I know you want to. When you’re inside me, she doesn’t matter.”

As Shawn tilted her head to the side, Keisha took advantage, biting into her shoulder. Shawn groaned and arched into the blistering heat behind her.

Keisha flicked her tongue over Shawn’s ear. Then, she started whispering things… profoundly erotic things. Other images, other thoughts, and other feelings took over. Shawn gave into her desperation, her need. Keisha’s touch, her body, and her words bandaged over the part of the wound that Courtney kept ripping open. The hole was getting bigger, and this fix seemed to be getting more temporary. But, it was a fix nonetheless.

Shawn turned her head further, drawing Keisha into a messy kiss.

Keisha whimpered.

“For fuck’s sake, you know your bedroom is like a hundred feet away.”

Keisha wrenched away from her, but feeling sluggish, Shawn was slower to respond.

“Nice to see you again, Veda,” Keisha greeted.

Veda snorted, “Likewise, but I’m glad I didn’t end up seeing more of you.”

Now more lucid, Shawn glared at her best friend. It was hard to hide her aggravation, especially since she was a step away from a rather warm oblivion.

Staring right back, Veda smiled and her blue eyes twinkled with amusement. “What?”

“What do you mean what? I didn’t know you were home.” Shawn threw an apologetic glance at Keisha, who shrugged and rolled her eyes.

“Well, I am. Guess it’s a good thing since you two were about to get nasty in front of that ham sandwich. Probably woulda scared the mayo right off it.”

Keisha laughed. Maybe Shawn needed to lighten up too, but that was easier said than done.

“I texted to tell you I was gonna be home early. It’s my night to cook. I wanted to see if you wanted something special to eat, but well…” Veda eyed Keisha.

Shawn made herself crack a smile. Keisha shook her head and grabbed the sandwich and Coke. Without another word, she left the kitchen, no doubt for the bedroom. For a few seconds, Shawn’s gaze was riveted.  She cleared her throat. “Uh, I didn’t get your text.”

“Maybe your phone has an STD from being around all that porn, and you know…stuff.”

“Maybe,” Shawn deadpanned.

“Mmm,” Veda crossed her arms over her chest and studied her. “You okay? You look a little—”

“I’m fine.”

Veda huffed. “Now, why don’t I believe that?”

“Come check on me in a couple hours. I’m sure I’ll feel a hell of a lot better.”

“I don’t know. Whatever I just saw looked way more intense than it should be.”

Shawn tried to quiet the voice in her head that agreed. “She understands what I need.”

“Uh-huh, I still think it’s easy to get caught up in that.”

Exasperated, Shawn sighed and stepped away from the counter. She needed to get out of this conversation. “I told you I’d think about it. Damn.”

“Hold on.” Veda held up a hand, blocking her. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I know.”

“Good. If this casual thing you got going is really helping you out of your funk, that’s fine. But it might be best for you and Keisha both not to concentrate completely on her.”

“Okay, I heard you the first time. I meant what I said. I’ll think about it.” She needed to do more than that and she knew it. Maybe things would be simpler if any touch, any body would do. If she could feel bigger, taller all the time, Shawn could stand up and step over the shitty cesspool she’d been stuck in since Courtney left. “Can I go now? She’s waiting for me.”

Veda moved out of the way. “I just want you to be okay.” Her voice was thick.

Shawn stopped, but she kept her back to Veda. “I want that too, but when it comes down to it, I’m just happy to feel good. Even if it’s only between my legs.”

“I know.”

Peering over her shoulder, Shawn muttered, “See you in the morning.”


Hope you enjoyed this peek into Pink.






Everything and the Kitchen Sink

Since I was rudely awakened this morning by one cat sitting on my chest and the other screaming for food a lot earlier than he usually does, I figured it was time for an update before I started writing today.

IMG_0372By the way, this is Rey (the tiny one) the cat who plopped himself on my chest. I think you all remember Finn from previous pics. Yes, Finn and Rey. I am geek hear me roar.






Pink my latest work (a novella) will be available on October 18th  on the Ylva website and then all over two weeks later. Again, it isn’t a romance but I think it has aspects for everyone to enjoy. I also believe it will leave an impression. Pink_800 Cover Reveal and Promo (1)

On October 1st, right here on my blog, I’ll be posting a free short story to introduce the main characters in Pink. On that same day, I’ll also be releasing my Spotify playlist for Pink for those who are interested.

Drawing the Line, which will be a full length novel, is coming along rather nicely. I think it will be even more down to earth and human than Between the Lines. How can it not be? It’s about former lovers reconnecting. It’s shaping up to be an emotional journey as expected but a bit different from my other work. Even though it won’t be out until next year, I see the cover in my head just as clear as day.

Doing Better…


I don’t need to give the high and low lights of what’s been going on the past couple days do I? Although, let’s be frank. Let’s be Frank, Leroy, and Stephanie. All that ugliness has been going on for oh say hundreds of years? To some, even at times me, that thick, wide wall made of stereotypes, misunderstandings, ignorance and blatant racism falls down on our heads. I say blatant because it can be subtle too.

For all those who are having problems grasping that racism is alive and well in 2017, IT HAS NEVER DIED. Neither has sexism, ageism, homophobia, etc. Over the past couple days some of it was just put on front street…BOOM. Decent folk are crying foul. Decent folk are in tears. Decent folk are angry. They have raised their voices which can only be a good thing.

Here’s the rub. Am I some activist out there fighting the good fight? No, I’m not. I sit at my desk. I write. I toil. I get pissed off and I let everyone know how I feel. However, I know I need to do better.

White people sustain that outrage and do better. Tweeting about it for a couple days; Facebook, Instagram and blogging is as good a start as any. But, what about tomorrow? Let’s all watch as this Charlottsville crap fizzles out until the next in your face outpouring of hate.

The thing is being white a majority of the time gives you power. It’s there because of how our society was created and how it is sustained. White people use that privilege. Use that power for the good. I know some of you out there already do.

Speak up.

Don’t turn a blind eye.

Defend your fellow human being.

Not just in words but in actions as well.

I guess you could say we are at the dawn of a new civil rights era that includes black people, brown people, yellow and red people, women, the poor, LGBTQI individuals and even those of different religions. But shit, haven’t we been there for a long time now?

See how I included as many marginalized groups as I could think of?

The key word is included.

Biphobia is bullshit.

Transphobia is bullshit.

Bigotry within your own race and/or culture is bullshit.

All those phobia’s and ism’s serve a purpose however, it keeps us divided. It keeps us fighting amongst our own culture and race. While we’re busy doing that guess what? We get even more isolated. We get even more downtrodden. We get even more marginalized.


In this whole us versus them scenario guess who gets the victory?


So, if you, I mean everyone reading this, can get past whatever token efforts you may be making.

I can too.

Then, maybe in time, we can scratch the surface.

Pink: Cover Reveal

No, Pink is not a romance.

What is it and what does it have?


Personal journey.

Sex… Lesbian sex.

Great dialogue and great characters.

Last and certainly not least a fast paced story that will pull you in and make you feel…something.

Here’s the cover with the official synopsis.


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Fresh out of a relationship, Shawnna Green is heartbroken, lost, and almost penniless. She decides to start over in New Orleans to find a new sense of self, despite her ex hampering her progress. With the help of her best friend, Veda, she finds employment at Stumpy’s Sex Emporium where she deals with customers that range from the strange to the hilarious.

At the same time, Shawnna discovers that women, sex, and dating, are not what they used to be, but neither is she. In finding herself, she uncovers a part she didn’t know existed, and that’s not always a good thing. Can Shawnna pick herself up, reach out, and connect with the people around her? A smoldering look at the things we hide from ourselves.

Pink will be released on October 18th. Whatacha think?








Queer Rep and SuperGirl

No, I’m not tired of talking about this. It’s fucking important and while the cast may wish it would all go away, it won’t. I don’t think we should let it. I don’t think we should forget it when October rolls around…not at all. I am one of the old cynical angry bitches. You’ll know what I’m talking about after you listen to this.

Podcast on Queer Rep/Lez Geek Out

What is this you say? Only the best fucking podcast on the subject! Thanks again to Lise Mactague and Andi Marquette. These ladies hold nothing back and to add some sauce to this burger they both have books out that you don’t wanna miss.

Andi Marquette

Lise Mactague

But first, listen to this damn podcast.

The Rant I Had to Have on Same Sex Marriage and Why a Plebiscite is Fundamentally Wrong

Sigh…the state of the world.

Dr Fiona Bisshop

If you’ve just awoken from a coma, or perhaps live overseas with absolutely no access to the news, you might not be aware that Australia is in the middle of a giant stand-off over marriage equality, the right of gay couples to be legally married.

Admittedly I have lived most of my adult life not really giving two tosses about marriage – it was a straight gig with religious overtones that wasn’t my thing.  But things have changed.  Now I’m engaged to the woman of my dreams, and I actually do want a wedding – not a civil ceremony or any other substitute, but the real thing – confetti, rings, cake and of course an official certificate.

Successive governments here have dragged their feet over this issue.  We are now the only English-speaking democracy left on earth without marriage equality.  Our current government seems to be under the sway…

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Once and Future Nerd or Back to School Blues

Growing up in the late 70’s and through the 80’s was an experience I’ll never forget, especially in a small town. med




I wasn’t pretty nor was I popular. In fact, the bullies came out full force for me. Sometimes I fought back. Sometimes I turned the other cheek. Sometimes, I had a protector in the form of a cousin or even my little sister.  ThinkstockPhotos-dv1644065

As the chunky smart girl, I had to try extra hard to fit in, which almost never worked. So, I concentrated on doing well in school. Since I got called a nerd and some other choice names I became one.  I was one of those kids who always raised her hands. I almost always knew the answer, and of course a lot of the times I was also teacher’s pet. I worked my ass off, but somehow I was still the awkward lil black girl who stood out in a sea of smart, white, beautiful people. So, I struggled to find my place with them as well. I was inducted into the National Honor Society and was part of various clubs. I won numerous awards. I was never head nerd mind you but I was in the top ten. Keep in mind, this was small town life. I went to grade school with a lot of the same people I attended middle and high school with.

It was a lonely existence, but I suffered through it. Don’t get me wrong. I had friends…best friends who lived literally next door, but they were always more popular, more outgoing, more something than I was. They still hung out with me and at times I was inducted into their cliques where I stuck out like a sore thumb.170x170bb

In the 10th grade, something changed. Well, some things, really. I had my first girl crush on my English teacher, Ms. Burnette, a little feisty woman who didn’t seem afraid to say what she thought. I also discovered I could write. Back then, I considered it a fluke so I just let that fool notion go, but the next couple years with Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Western holy shite man! The fluke was all in my head. During all this, I was still ridiculed by some but the physical aspect had thankfully dissipated.

Regardless, I discovered something special about myself and I used that the last couple years of high school. By then, I had no fucks to give. I had a boyfriend. Yes, I said boyfriend. Rolls eyes. I still had my girl crushes too! I had a full scholarship to school, and I had a love of literature as well as the creative process. As ya’ll can see, I turned out just fine in the end. I’ve never been to a high school reunion and I probably never will. All in all, there were a couple of fellow nerds along with a smattering of real friends I formed ties with and I still talk with them to this day. However, also in existence are shiteload of people I have intentionally forgotten.

What’s the moral to this story? School can suck. People can suck. Even life can suck, but if you can find that one good thing several others sometimes follow. Hold on to all of it. Cultivate, water and nurture because every once in a while, things work out.

Geekdom and Writing Between the Lines

I would like to preface this blog with this statement. I am 44 going on 45 and I am a hopeless, proud, unapologetic geek.

Don’t roll your eyes. When I’m 55, I’ll say the exact same thing.

I own a PS4 and an Xbox One along with a 55 inch HDTV and surround sound system to give it some punch so that I can further immerse myself.

I love games with fairies, dragons, mages and women with swords. This includes the Dragon Age Series, The Witcher 3, and shit like it.

There are also times where I’d rather things be mindless, and I just wanna shoot some NPC (non playable character) in the head for getting in my way, thus, keeping me from blowing the enemy to kingdom come through the guise of Call of Duty or Far Cry games.

Whoa, before you say anything, no, I am not some lonely soul living with my mother in a little room in the back. I grew out of that phase by the time I was in my early twenties thank you. I’d rather not give you the exact age, even if you ask. Anyhow, I digress, I am a married woman with children (a pug and a cat).

Shhhh! I try to play when she’s sleeping which can be up to Noon on some days. Yay! God, please don’t tell her I said that. She can be scary. There’s this vein that throbs on her forehead. I’m already not allowed to hang my posters. I have some really cool Justice League ones…

Uh, don’t tell her I said that either.

You as readers of my work should also know that I’m not a one trick pony…geek. I do TV and movies too. I reserve my butch squee for the superhero shows such as: The Flash, Legends of Tomorrow, Agents of Shield, and when they get it right, Supergirl. This extends to all things Marvel and some DC. Wonder Woman anybody? Cuz the rest of those movies stunk up the joint.

I screamed at my TV during GOT at the Red Wedding and cheered at the Purple one. I was a Warehouse 13 and Lost Girl fan.  I am currently addicted to Wynonna Earp, KillJoys, etc, and I am thinking about extending my Universe to include Dark Matter and a few more.

Thank God for DVR.

Damn it. I even do the gimmick T-shirts. No, I am not a man child. I am not a man!

I channeled all this and more to create the character of Haley Jordan in my latest book, Between the Lines. She is introduced in the book with a bang and a whimper via her discovery of the ending of Mass Effect 3.



Sorry, I needed a minute.

In fact, her last name is the name of my FemShep I used to play the Mass Effect Trilogy. Puffs out chest. Jordan Shephard was renegade all the way baby. Total badass. The badassiest. Haley is passionate, laid back, values friendship, loyalty and she’s sensitive as well as in touch with her feelings. She holds nothing back.

Perfect. Amirite?



Okay, there you are.

Well, she’s only perfect on the surface. My girl has a self righteous hero complex that gets her in trouble. I mean, no one can save everyone especially from themselves. She learns some huge lessons by the end of the book. All the while, wearing her gimmick T-shirts, playing her Xbox and so on.

I truly enjoyed her journey, and I am grateful that I got to meet her, in a sense. I picture her standing right next to Kelli McCabe. Kelli’s scowling and swatting at her as Haley elbows her and laughs.

It does my heart good.

Now, I’m on to new characters. I can’t wait to see where they stand.

Pearly, purple, blue furry fucks and GCLS

Hello again. It’s me, KD.

Given my most recent blog, I think all of you understand that I am passionate about letting writers write what the hell they want to write. I also think it is a fact that Andi Marquette is my partner in fucking crime.

Yet again, we were having a discussion about swearing in lesfic and GCLS came up. There is panel on profanity. It is entitled, Profanity, Vulgarities and Obscenities, Oh My!

Initially, this was the description of the panel.

A discussion of the growing and often unnecessary use of profanity in lesbian fiction. Do readers deserve a more intelligent vocabulary? How can non-objectionable words and phrases work to an author’s advantage? How much is too much? Is the shock value muted when swearing is over used? When is a carefully placed obscenity absolutely necessary?

I’ll give you a second to read and digest.

Okay, at first it reads as if the panel is condemning swearing in lesfic and really denigrating those who use it. This interpretation led to a post of Facebook via Andi Marquette’s FB page as well as on The Lesbian Talk Show Chatgroup. Feel free to browse and add your own commentary.

Anyway, some people did get pissy because of the response to the post and that’s fine. Shit happens. Then, a lot of writers in lesfic joined in to lend their voices and it was GLORIOUS!

The description of the panel has been changed to reflect its real intent which is to debate about the use of profanity in lesfic regarding those for and against, including a discussion about the possible need of warnings on books for potentially triggering content, excessive language, explicit sex, etc. The entire discussion brought up some very interesting points.

There was one that stood out to me the most.

In the LGBTQ community we have spent a lifetime being censored, downtrodden, ridiculed and degraded. We have been told that we shouldn’t love the people we love. We’ve been told we couldn’t fuck the people we wanted to fuck. We’ve been told we couldn’t adopt children. We’ve been told we shouldn’t engage in public displays of affection. We’ve been told we’re promiscuous. We’ve been told that lesfic was just porn.

You get my drift.

We’ve been told to do and not do a lot of fucking things.

Haven’t we been policed enough?

Here is the problem. As a part of the queer community why would you try to censor or police others of the same community? Better yet, why would women want to censor other women?

I’m not making any of this up. As I stipulated in my last blog, the reviews I’ve gotten on the Cops and Docs series contain complaints and questions about the language. I got a lot of… this would have been a great book if Kelli didn’t curse so much.

I don’t understand how this book is a best seller with all the cursing.

This would have been a good book if the author had used more refined language.

This was a good book and I can tell you’re black because you used so many curse words.

Yeah, somebody actually said that.

She really, really did.

For me, it all goes back to one thing, socialization. As women, it has been hammered in our heads for fucking centuries that we are supposed to act a certain way and speak a certain way. Unfortunately, some women actually believe it. Now, there is nothing wrong with any of that. Let everybody be I say, but when you try to push that belief off on others and tell them they are less than because of it.

No ma’am. That’s too far.


There is no fucking spoon!

And lesbians doing it to other lesbians? It’s tantamount to shooting yourself in the foot, especially in this political climate. When it comes down to it, we are stronger as a community when we’re not ripping into each other. Let’s be empowered by the freedoms we do have while we have them. Every single one, even the small things.

What I’m saying may seem inconsequential or trite to some.

Yet, it all boils down to this: sanitized lesbian romance and lesbian fiction is okay.

Guess what? So is everything else.


The F word…

Even though it’s been well over a year since Blurred Lines and Crossing Lines were released, I still get reviews. Just like the previous ones, some love the series, some hate it, and some are in the middle.

I am so very cool with that. I feel that any strong reaction to the characters I created or the words I wrote is a good thing. Whether they were good or bad,  a majority of the reviews/readers asked why Kelli cursed so much.

Some were greatly offended by the prevalent use of the word fuck. There were also creative uses of other commonly used curse words. I remember one reader/reviewer stated that I was trying to make Kelli seem tough by making her talk like a man.

I’ve spoken to a few writer friends about this the past year, especially Andi Marquette. She even gave me the link to her own blog about the subject. It seems she was asked the same question for one of her books.

I read her blog and loved it. I’m actually going to quote some of it. The blog itself can be found HERE. The name of it is I Swear.

Andi writes: “Swear words (which are found in pretty much every human language) are typically considered “power” words (maybe “scary” words), and have historically been most associated with men. Women who curse have historically (and still) been viewed as “unladylike,” “dangerous,” “uncouth,” “ugly,” “trashy,” “harlots,” and [fill in epithets here; the list does go on]. Buzzfeed has a nice GIF-ridden list that addresses the double standard that women face when they curse.”

I highly recommend that Buzzfeed article because it is fuckin’ hilarious and so true to life.

Anyway, to me all this is powerful stuff. If swear words are considered to be power words why isn’t it seen as women claiming their power instead of trying to be like a man? If you ask me, a character who swears is more real because well shit, most of us curse too. It’s one of those things that makes a character fly off the page IMO.

Andi also goes on to quote Robin Lakoff, a Professor of linguistics who did a study on language and gender. She uses a passage from Lakoff’s book, Language and a Woman’s Place, to further illuminate the issue.

“Allowing men stronger means of expression than are open to women further reinforces men’s position of strength in the real world: for surely we listen with more attention the more strongly and forcefully someone expresses opinions, and a speaker — unable for whatever reason — to be forceful in stating his views is much less likely to be taken seriously. Ability to use strong particles like “shit” and “hell” is, of course, only incidental to the inequity that exists rather than its cause. But once again, apparently accidental linguistic usage suggests that women are denied equality partially for linguistic reasons, and that an examination of language points up precisely an area in which inequity exists. Further, if someone is allowed to show emotions, and consequently does, others may well be able to view him as a real individual in his own right, as they could not if he never showed emotions. Here again, then, the behavior a woman learns as “correct” prevents her from being taken seriously as an individual, and further considered “correct” and necessary for a woman precisely because society does not consider her seriously as an individual.”

Like whoa that’s some shit right there! It’s certainly something to think about. I use swear words on a daily basis so does my wife, and so do my friends. It doesn’t make us any less intelligent. Between us are quite a few degrees both Bachelor and Master’s level. Nor are we manly…a little butch but not manly.

I don’t swear because I’m black and grew up in an impoverished neighborhood.

I didn’t.

I do it because I express myself in various ways including with language. Hell, I even make words up sometimes. Swearing is just an extension of that. I had a free moment so I went back to check the number of times the word fuck appears in Blurred Lines. I typed that word 154 times. There are almost 100,000 words in that book and 154 of them was fuck.

In Crossing Lines, I really went crazy and used it 161 times. In Between the Lines,  I used it 113 times. In Pink, the word appears 118 times. I guess Haley and Shawn were no Kelli McCabe, but then who is? I have to ask the same question that Andi does. If these were books written by a man would his readers have asked that question?


Who the fuck knows?