Tuesday Turn-On: Housewives of Mt. Olympus

"You ever wonder what we're doing wrong?" Hera asked.

Zeus was languidly chewing his toast and gazing at the weather section over the top of his reading spectacles. "What do you mean, dear?" he asked without looking up.

"Our marriage."

Saturday Night Herald: Angelica Dawson

Ladies and gentlemen, readers and stumblers-upon, I wish to inform you that I am giddy with delight to post this article on a fellow Canadian Naughty Nights Press author. When she gets going, she takes you with her. She's an environmental surveyor by day, penman seducer by night. I give you: Angelica Dawson, from Edmonton, Alberta.

Which sometimes looks like this,

But usually looks like this.

Before you take us on any sort of saucy adventure, Ang, tell us what you've written!

Tuesday Turn-On:

Fuck it. Just go screw someone. You don't need me.

OmniTip #3 : How to be awake and otherwise conscious in the mornings

I like to be awake when I work in the morning. I'm happier, I preform better, and I have less of an inclination to punch people in the back of the head when they stand to the left on the escalator.

Seriously. The signs are fucking everywhere. How can you not OBEY?

In my earlier years, getting up at 7 a.m. was a hassle. I tried manipulating my life to its fullest extent so that I might sleep in until at least 8 and get a good, cushy 10 hours of sleep. Unfortunately, adult life now requires me to actually be at my base of operations by 8, and due to crazy new geographical homefront, I need to be up and at it by 5:30 in the morning.

Tuesday Turn-On: The Power of Lycra

The elevator came to a jerking halt. And then I was fucked. Both figuratively and then literally.

Saturday Night Alive: Naomi Shaw

I want to introduce you to another NNP family friend whom I've worked with in the past. This lady's well worth the wait. She's classy, sassy, and her name backwards is "I Moan." Pretty appropriate for a hot erotica author, if I do say so myself. I bring you Naomi Shaw!

What I'm Working On: Cree Walker

Have you heard of Cree Walker? No? Have you heard of God, even? Who are you? I don't even. UGH.

This is Cree Walker:
I just teamed up with fellow NNP magicians to work with Cree on her upcoming novel A Winter's Grave. What's different about this story is that it's not erotica--it's strictly paranormal romance. And it's good! If there's an avenue for heartfelt scenes, humor, romance, horror, or hit-you-in-the-feels drama, Cree will find it and she will draw the map for you. I have not found myself so unable to concentrate on my job before; I have to go back and stop enjoying myself so much in order to actually edit. And there's not even graphic sex! Holy mosey!



If you most certainly don't fit into Heaven, but you don't necessarily belong in Hell, you will find yourself in Purgatory. It's Hell on Earth. Ceres is one such person who finds herself there. Her one-way ticket to the Pearly Gates (or the Lake of Fire) is to catch fleeting Souls and send them where they belong. Along with a new family of Reapers, Ceres will struggle on her path to redemption... while redeeming friends, enemies, and loved ones. And also going through jobs like five cent candies.

Man, it's got Reapers, Demons, Ghosts, Werewolves, Witches--probably even Minotaurs, I don't know. Cree spins a story well, and she will spin you into her web without you realizing. Seriously, click on the link of your choosing to check out her other art. For an artist she certainly is. Cree Walker, I am but a humble fan, and I motherfucking salute you.

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Tuesday Turn-On: Poker Face

Ah! I went AWOL for a week. Shh, don't tell anyone. I solemnly swear I was up to no good. No, wait, the opposite of that. WHICHEVER IS THE GOOD ONE.

Here's a story to make up for my shortcomings! (Guess what? It's exactly 1000 words. I am on fucking fire.)