Cold, cold, go away…

…LITTLE AVA WANTS TO WRITE. Woke up with a bad cold on Thursday. Been working on a new, novella-length menage. Need to get through Chapter Three tonight. Brain fried. Nose feels like someone’s been working it over with steel wool. Hard to write romance when you want to die. Anyway. Under Their Protection. A MMF/MFM menage, in progress. Fleeing from a life of show business success and personal, familial anguish, dance pop star Amy Bell returns to her childhood home the same way she left it: in the dead of night. She doesn’t know why she’s there, or what she’s going to do–only that she’s chasing the ghost of her past, and the feeling of safety she once knew in the arms of the boy she was forced to leave behind. Blaine Redding is back in town from the Middle East, now a hardened Marine with a bullet in his side and a lover, Reid Johnson. When he discovers Amy, the only girl he’s ever loved, has returned, old feelings of resentment and betrayal begin to surface again. But they were best friends once upon a time, and a bond like that can’t be easily broken. Reluctant to admit his feelings for Blaine, Reid Johnson is startled by the jealousy he feels towards Amy–and the attraction. But he’s seen broken men and women before, and Amy fits the bill to a T. Meanwhile Blaine is so blinded by the past that he can’t see what’s in front of him: a chance at a new life with Reid… and Amy, if he can convince her to come along for the ride. But danger stalks them. Amy didn’t leave only fame and fortune behind in LA, and the dark woods of Montana won’t hide them from the world forever… EXCERPT: Continue reading

This is my first post…

…and I am PMSing too hard to enjoy it. My browser rebooted twice while I wrote this and then I somehow installed a toolbar instead of keepass like I wanted because I was doing too much at once. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFuck. Only menage smut can heal these wounds. Better get to it.