August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over


12 Comments

May Plans

Once again, several months have passed since I last posted here. As before my previous post, I’ve been quite busy with writing, working, and family. But everyone I know is quite busy, so I’m certainly not alone with that.

One of the projects that’s been keeping me busy is River — the working title of a novel I finished writing last year, and I’ve been editing it this year. I’m pleased to say that I plan on self-publishing the novel in May. The editing process  seemed to take longer than it did, but I’ve grown to I appreciate the process of re-shaping of the story. Compared to the first draft, it’s more stream-lined and tighter. Hopefuly, making it a more enjoyable read.

I’ll give more info when the book becomes live on Amazon, as I’m still working on making it a little tighter. But it feels good to be almost finished. With the warmer temperatures of spring, it’s like the book is coming out of hibernation.


27 Comments

First Day of Summer: Free Ebooks

Sizzle Up Your Summer!

It’s Gonna Be A Scorcher!

Your Kindle Will Burn Up!

I had to get those out of my system. Those headlines came to mind, and I thought they were really cheesy, but I couldn’t help myself.

I’m giving away several ebooks in the hope of adding to your hot summer reading list. Reading on the beach is a standard vacation activity, and I’d love for my stories to be read on the beach. As well as by the pool. And on a couch. And in bed.

Which makes me think of Sam-I-Am’s list from Green Eggs and Ham … but I’d like to think my writing is more appetizing than that dish.

Today through Wednesday (June 22), the following ebook titles will be free on Amazon. They’re mostly short stories, along with a novella. PLEASE NOTE that these stories include explicit sexual activities between consenting adults, so ONLY read if you are at least 18 years of age.

These two titles are free today only, since this is the last day of their term on Kindle Unlimited:

I hope you enjoy the stories!


17 Comments

Revenge is Published

Sweet Taste of Revenge ebook cover

After the pre-order screwup, my self-published novel, The Sweet Taste of Revenge, is now available on Amazon! The introductory sale is for 99 cents. Less than a buck for a novel of just over 190,000 words. After a week, the price will increase to $3.99.

I’m happy to see this book published, as it is the effort of many, many months crafting it. Several years ago, I wrote a lot of erotic and romantic short stories, and some of them have grown into novels–since I found that I wanted to expand on what happened to the characters.

The Sweet Taste of Revenge is one of those. The short story grew during the past year, and I was interested to see what happened in Michelle Brower’s life after she discovered another woman’s hair on her husband’s shoulder.

Some days brought fluid writing, while other days brought doubts and much slower writing. Eventually, though, the doubts eased during the editing process. (I described my doubts in another post.)

And now, the book is complete and self-published on Amazon. A big breath of relief!

Here’s an excerpt — the first chapter — to hopefully whet your appetite:

*******

Chapter 1. Strand of Hair

The blonde hair on her husband’s shoulder didn’t belong to Michelle Brower.

Michelle and Joe were reading in bed, their nightly routine after dinner and their favorite TV shows. Sometimes, though, Michelle went through the routine alone, when Joe worked late on a demanding project. He put in a lot of hours at Hannold Engineering in the hopes of advancing his career into upper management. That position shone brightly above him on the corporate ladder, and he was determined to climb the rungs.

The light from the nightstand’s lamp flitted across something on the fabric of light blue pajamas on Joe’s shoulder. Enough to catch Michelle’s attention out of the corner of her eye. At first, Michelle kept reading Dead Ringer, the suspense novel she was enjoying, in which Detective Baldwin was at a bar, nursing his fourth Jack Daniels while trying to make sense of clues found at yet another crime scene from the previous night.

But something on her husband’s shoulder kept twinkling in the light, like a lure drawing fish out of a lake’s depths and up to the surface. Michelle had to stop reading and find out what the thing was, so she reached over and pinched it off.

A long strand of blonde hair. It twirled from the grip of Michelle’s thumb and forefinger as she held it up.

Exhibit A, your honor. She didn’t think it then, but would eventually view the hair that way.

“This isn’t mine,” Michelle said while looking curiously at the hair. It was a simple, flat statement. Void of the intense emotion to come later.

After glancing at the hair, Joe shrugged, saying, “It’s probably from the dry cleaners.” Trying to pass off the hair as nothing.

“But I clean your PJs. Not the dry cleaners.”

“Who knows?” he wondered. “Hair gets everywhere. It’s probably from the hotel. God knows how many people go through hotel rooms.”

Hotel room. Atlanta. Joe recently came back from a business trip. The facts clicked together for Michelle. As if she hoped to emulate the hunky and damaged Detective Baldwin, who tried to click the facts together to discover the serial killer’s identity.

Joe pressed on: “You know hotels are like carousels. Thank God I’m not worried about germs. Otherwise, I’d wear gloves or a Haz-mat suit or something. You know, they never wash the bedspreads in hotels. They just put them right back on the bed. I bet those things are breeding grounds for germs. I try not to touch them at all. I don’t want to get sick and bring some nasty bug home to you. But I guess I can touch them by accident. It happens. That’s where the hair came from. Got to be.”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

Michelle had told him that tidbit about hotel bedspreads not being washed. She heard it from a girlfriend and passed it along to Joe.

And now, her husband used it as an excuse for another woman’s hair on his PJs. But Michelle wasn’t convinced. Call it intuition. Something about Joe’s tone of voice or his frown or maybe a shadow across his face.

No, there wasn’t really a shadow on his face. That appeared later, in her mind, as Michelle remembered the scene and tried to pick out details that showed her husband’s guilt.

Michelle tried to tell herself that the thoughts of Joe cheating were all in her imagination. She was looking too hard for suspicious behavior. Her perception was biased because she read too many detective novels. Maybe she wanted to find suspicious behavior, so she turned ordinary things into clues because she figured they should be guilty.

She laughed, thinking, Don’t be so worried. There’s nothing wrong. Joe’s not the cheating type. He’s devoted to you, and he’s a hard worker. All that traveling stressed him out. So don’t go looking for things that aren’t really there.

Still, another woman’s hair had actually been on her husband’s shoulder. A blonde woman’s hair wasn’t ordinary.

Discovering the first hair led to the need to decide how it got on the shoulder of Joe’s pajamas. Maybe Joe was right. He could’ve tossed his pajamas on the bed in a Atlanta hotel, and his PJs picked up a hair from a previous occupant.

Or maybe Joe was lying. The hair could’ve meant that her husband fucked some blonde bitch in his hotel bed, and she spent the night sleeping next to him. Maybe they even fucked a second time in the morning.

Because the blonde hair wasn’t the only suspicious thing. There was something different in how Joe acted. He was more enthusiastic in general. And it wasn’t merely because his business trip to Atlanta had broken up January’s winter doldrums.

Undoubtedly, the trip to Atlanta had jolted some electric juice in him. Michelle felt a nagging sense that Joe’s great mood after his trip was due to great sex. Like how Joe used to get when he and Michelle had a weekend packed with sex. After several rounds of wonderful love-making, Joe positively glowed with happiness and relaxation. The guy sported a wide grin that took many days of returning to his job and grinding at work to wear off.

He had that glow again. Like characters in a musical, just before they broke out into singing and dancing. That was it. Joe didn’t normally look like he was about to break out in song and dance, but he did now.

And it wasn’t from a weekend of having an orgasm marathon with his wife. Who was a brunette.

As much as Michelle denied Joe’s guilt, the clues pointing otherwise kept nagging at her. His effervescent mood. The blonde hair. His business trip to Atlanta.

Michelle imagined Joe sitting at a hotel bar, sipping on a bourbon and club soda. A long-legged femme fatale sauntered in, wearing a black dress that hugged her curves. Her dress was cut low and cut high where it mattered. Showing enough skin to capture your eyes and hold them there securely. Until you realized that you were staring, and you had to turn your head. Before someone called you a creep.

As the femme fatale sat on a bar stool, she pushed blonde hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her long, straight hair flowed gently past her shoulders. Making all the men in the bar wonder how that hair would look when it was fanned out on a bed. Of course, after the bedspread was ripped off. Hotels never washed those things, and they were surely breeding grounds for germs.

Once the bedspread was ripped away, you could lay this hottie on the bed and see how her blonde hair looked all splayed about. You’d get to see how her body looked in various positions. Because her body and hair inspired lots of wicked fantasies.

All the men in the bar lusted after the blonde, as her smoky blue eyes drank them in. Her glossy red lips were parted just so, seeming to nearly say something—or kiss someone. If only a special someone would come.

Joe slid off his bar stool and went to the woman, as if drawn by a powerful magnet. He said in a scratchy voice, How about a cigarette, then a drink, then my hotel room? In that order.

A scene from an old, black-and-white noir movie, full of clichés. A blonde femme fatale and stilted dialogue. The scene was probably nowhere close to what actually happened to Joe in the hotel during his trip to Atlanta.

Michelle didn’t have a clue as to how Joe got started with the blonde. But she knew the story led to a long hair on the shoulder of her husband’s pajama top.


2 Comments

Pre-Order Cancelled

Amazon cancelled the pre-order for my new novel, The Sweet Taste of Revenge. Their email said it was because the final ebook file had not been uploaded at least three days before the publication date (originally scheduled for June 1).

In Amazon’s defense, they sent me three emails in the past week to notify me that a final file needed to be uploaded.

I’m kicking myself for not checking my gmail account more frequently, as I don’t receive much email through there — besides WordPress telling me that someone new is following my blog, or when I’m following a new blog (which I can find out by logging onto WP).

When I set up the pre-order on Amazon a little more than a week ago, I uploaded the ebook’s file, and I considered the file as final. I had gone through two rounds of editing the book, and I liked the shape of the novel. After I finished Amazon’s process, the status for the book was “Pre-order live.” Cool, so it’s good to go, right?

Not so fast. I suppose Amazon thinks the ebook file you initially upload for a pre-order is a draft. That you’re still polishing the story, so you need to upload the final file at least three days before publication day. I had already uploaded my final file, but I guess Amazon needed confirmation of that.

My punishment is no pre-ordering ability for a year (ouch!). So I’ll have to wait until next year to see how an experiment of pre-ordering works.

I’m going to publish The Sweet Taste of Revenge in the same straightforward way as my past ebooks. Publication will be in a few days — unless something else goes wrong. I’ll set the price at 99 cents for a week, since that was the pre-order price.

My apologies to you if you ordered a copy and received Amazon’s notice that the pre-order was cancelled.


5 Comments

Pre-Release Sale for Revenge

I’m excited to say that my new self-published novel, The Sweet Taste of Revenge, is now in a pre-release sale. I’ve never done a pre-order before, so we’ll see how it goes.

Here’s the blurb for the book:

 The blonde hair on her husband’s shoulder doesn’t belong to Michelle Brower.

Joe tries to explain that the hair got on his pajamas from a previous guest in the hotel room where he stayed during a business trip to Atlanta. But Michelle has her suspicions. Those suspicions lead her to a private investigator, one out of the mystery novels she enjoys reading.

This begins Michelle’s journey of discovery, pain, change, and the searing wish to exact revenge upon Joe. Give him a taste of his own medicine. But plans don’t always unfold smoothly and as expected. Ultimately, though, Michelle realizes that revenge doesn’t have to be an eye for an eye. It can be something quite different. And still taste very sweet.

The sale price is 99 cents, and this will jump to $3.99 after the novel is published on June 1. So you get to save a few bucks for a coffee to drink while you read. The ebook is available at Amazon.

I’ll share an excerpt from the book in another post, as I first want to say something about writing this book.

The last several months have been busy with editing the story, and I’m relieved that the doubts nagging me earlier (described here) have calmed. Doubt can be helpful in keeping me on my toes, rather than me becoming complacent. But it was nice for the doubts to simmer down in the second round of editing.

The general doubts of Is the story any good? and Will anyone want to read the book? will probably remain in the back of my mind for all my stories. Okay, let them be there. I can live with that.

However, this book carried the specific doubt of As a man who has never been divorced, can I appropriately write about a main female character who has?

After reading and editing the story a couple of times, I like how the journey unfolds. My imagination decided what Michelle Brower chose, and what happened to her. I hope I was fair to her as a character.

And I guess readers would have a variety of opinions about the events and Michelle’s choices, whether they are realistic or not. Reviews on Amazon have shown me that readers disagree widely on books. A book can have five stars with glowing reviews, then one-starred reviews where the reader said the book was a waste of their time.

Also, a few words on writing beyond sex scenes…

I developed a pattern in writing erotica where I believe I focused too much on sex scenes. Yes, that’s what makes erotica different from other genres. But erotica can expand beyond titillation and into other wonders and frustrations of relationships. How people treat each other outside the bedroom, with their clothes on. Stories can include emotional connections — and disconnections.

The Sweet Taste of Revenge is probably the most romantic story I’ve written. It has sex, yes, but it has moments of characters enjoying togetherness.

I feel that I’ve grown as a writer, and that’s a wonderful feeling. Expanding to include some of the complexities of how people treat one another. There’s a great deal in those complexities. Sources for more stories. Hopefully, many more.


4 Comments

Last Day for Free Books in August

Today’s the second — and last — day of my big giveaway of e-books! You can see the list of free e-books in this post. They’re erotica and romance, so readers only 18 and above, please. I hope you enjoy reading them!

And now, for no particular reason, here’s a photo I found on Flickr of a private island in Fiji. Looks like a nice place to relax … and write … and swim … and dream …

tropical island, by androidm (Flickr, Creative Commons)

androidm (Flickr, Creative Commons)

The photo above is used under the non-commercial Creative Commons license. Click on image to jump to photographer’s Flickr page.


3 Comments

Ides of August: Free E-books!

August free e-books day

Julius Caesar was told to beware the Ides of March, but he didn’t listen. Amazon had their Prime Day on the Ides of July.

Now we’ve made it to the Ides of August, but you don’t have to beware it: because the books below are available today and tomorrow for FREE. And Brutus is nowhere in sight — I think he’s vacationing in the Caribbean, actually.

Please know that these are erotica and romantic stories, with explicit descriptions of sex, so these e-books are meant for readers who are 18 years and older. Maybe these aren’t the best stories for beach reading, but if that’s your thing, then go right ahead. Or, if you’re not on a beach, hopefully these stories would heat you up as if you were 🙂

If you like what you read, please write a book review on Amazon — reviews are valuable to us self-publishers. Actually, if you don’t like the book, feel free to write a review saying why. It’ll be feedback that helps me as a writer.

Click on the e-book title to jump to the book’s Amazon page. The books are arranged roughly by their size, from the first two being novels to the last few being short stories.

*****

Bavarian Beauty. Simon Edwards has a fetish for dirndls (the traditional Bavarian dress) which causes him to endure many disappointing dates with non-dirndl wearing women. But how far is he willing to go to deliver on someone else’s fantasy in return for receiving his?

An Eager Audience: A Cuckold Erotic Romance. Kim Rowland is stunned when her husband — Oscar — tells her that he is turned on by imagining her being with another man. Oscar explains that this is called a cuckold fantasy, which is also known as hotwife. This news comes as quite a turn-around, since Oscar used to be upset about Kim flirting with other men. When Kim gets over her surprise at Oscar’s sudden confession, she realizes that if they go down this road, she could achieve one of her fantasies: a threesome with two men. This story follows the path that Kim and Oscar take in discussing their fantasies, shopping for men on a dating website, and more.

Beltane: Night of Magic and Romance. Beltane is a Gaelic festival to celebrate fertility and the arrival of the warm season, rejoicing in the land as it awoke from the long slumber of winter. Katelyn is approached by a few men who wish to celebrate Beltane night by rolling in the woods with her, but she’s put off by their drunkenness and selfishness. Another man, Shandon, is much less cocky and drunk, but his conversation with Katelyn is interrupted by Queen Mab — queen of the faeries — and she whisks them to the spirit world, where Shandon is challenged to see what he is made of, and how much he cares for Katelyn in his budding love. Available for free only on August 15, as this book only has a day left for free promotion.

The Troll’s Bridge. A man dies across the street … A man dressed as a troll visits Sophie on Halloween… A man with piercing slate eyes appears in the house across the street. Strange things are happening in Sophie’s neighborhood. Will the man with the piercing eyes step up and give her the control — and the energetic sex that her mostly complacent husband doesn’t give her?

A Honeymoon For Our Lives Apart. Tabitha is an older woman whose husband has cheated on her for a while, and she has parried with affairs of her own. Including an affair with Ethan, but it grows serious when Ethan falls in love with her. With a heavy heart, Tabitha breaks off the relationship. But before they completely call it quits, she invites him to a honeymoon for their lives apart, to be spent indulging in a lush hotel.

Finding Her Rush. Henry doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong when it comes to the bedroom. Even though his girlfriend, Alison, says she enjoys having sex with him, she lacks the enthusiasm behind those words. Alison’s enthusiasm comes out in other ways: lively conversations, fun dinners, and dancing in a club. And Henry is too timid to come right out and ask the reason behind this change. But then, Alison takes Henry on a trip that changes everything in his search for answers.

Nurse House Call. Mr. Wombly is a donor at a sperm bank to earn extra cash, since he doesn’t have a full-time job and is working odd jobs to make ends meet. Rachel and Beverly are two staffers at the sperm bank who are impressed with the volume of his donation, but question if he’s actually offering fresh donations or, for some reason, is sneaking older donations and adding to his fresh stuff. So they barge in on him during one of his appointments to see for themselves. After they have some sexy fun with Mr. Wombly, is just one time enough for the two hot staffers?

Steakhouse Love. Where the steaks are thick and juicy. The ambiance is romantic. Yes, passion is in the steakhouse tonight. This story follows three couples as they dine in a steakhouse and act on their lust in different ways. Two of the couples pull off wickedly fun activities in the steakhouse itself, while the third couple carries their passion back to their hotel.

The Old Ball Game. As the closing pitcher in baseball, you’ve got to have intense concentration to get strikeouts and close down the game with your team winning. So it doesn’t help with a fan behind home plate flashes her breast at you. Joe complains to his manager about the fan interference, and that gets Ashley in hot water with the stadium’s head of security, Leo Mackey. But Ashley denies it all — as does her good friend, Lynn, who sat next to Ashley in the game. And when Joe is brought to Leo Mackey’s office, they argue about if the flashing even happened. That’s when things get sexy.

Peep Show. Jason promised his girlfriend, Carla, a surprise tonight, and he delivers with something she didn’t expect. Carla’s dressed up for a sexy night out, and she soaks in all the attention she gets as they hop through three bars to lubricate before they reach Jason’s surprise: a sex shop. When the couple enters a booth in the back of the shop, it’s the peep show that grabs a firm hold of Carla’s attention…. but she gives it right back as she follows Jason’s lead and gets into the sexiness of the place.

Beware the Ides of March. In Shakespeare’s play, it was the warning the soothsayer gave to Julius Caesar. And it’s the warning that Laura receives from her husband, Grant, in a text message. But what does it mean? Laura has no idea, but puts it to the side as she works hard in her office on a Saturday to finish a big job. When she returns home, she finds out what the warning means. How it leads to giving up control, feeling the danger and helplessness of giving into Grant’s commands. And by giving into him, feeling the wondrous heights of pleasure that come with it.