Okay, I’ve been formatting as fast as I can. LOL I’ve actually created a spreadsheet you can look at with Amazon & B&N links for the print versions of my Tymber books, to make it easy. And you can see
New in print! DSMC, Domme by Default, & more!
Latest Print Additions: Triple Trouble series
Two more new print releases, this time in the Triple Trouble series. I’m working my way through the entire Triple Trouble series because I’ve had a TON of requests for those. There is no new story content in these, just
BACK in print! The Reluctant Dom and others!
So…pretty big news! My publisher no longer does print versions so they’ve returned the print rights to my books. Yes, including the Suncoast Society books! I’m now in the process of going through all of them and formatting them for
Cradle to grave.
Yesterday marked 32 weeks since “that” day and tonight I broke down in my kitchen while trying to scan in old photos from albums Russ’ siblings loaned to me. I was okay, at first.
Blessings beyond measure.
I left Florida around 3pm Friday afternoon and rolled (literally) into Iowa around 1:30pm the next day. Last night was Russ’ niece’s graduation. Today, I went with his siblings and other family to visit their parents’ graves. Then they drove
7 months.
Mostly packed for my trip to Iowa. I’ll finish the rest in the morning. Then I pick up the rental car and I’ll be on my way by early afternoon. This is going to be… Lots of tears, I’m sure.
26 Weeks or 6 Months.
I got Russ to try boiled peanuts for the first time that last weekend. LOL He was not impressed. And I forgot what was left in his fridge. Amalie Arena is where the Jimmy Buffett concert was held that we
One year.
One year ago. I took these selfies of us one year ago, Russ. It was not only a great evening with friends who I finally got to introduce you to after a year of pandemic isolation, but it was also
Music and Messages.
On the way home from Viking training this morning I flipped my music over from my phone to XM, on Radio Margaritaville. Was talking to Russ and asked him to send me some songs. But it was in the middle
21 weeks.
21 weeks later.
Eulogy for a Viking and baby steps.
On Saturday, 3/5/22, friends of mine and Russ’ and my Spouse (Barb) who are in the lifestyle gathered together for a celebration of life for Russ at the BDSM club we volunteer at. I created a slideshow, and this is
New Pet epilogue, Patreon, and print orders.
If you ordered signed print books, Amazon’s bulk printing screwed up the first batch they shipped me and due to supply chain issues it’s taking for-fucking-ever to get the replacement order. They’re supposed to be here soon, and once they
On 18 weeks, waves, and drowning.
“Why do you HAVE to keep writing about Russ? We get it, he died, but you’re poly and you have a spouse, so it’s not like you’re alone. You’re young. Move the fuck on.” No, I haven’t heard that exact
All the little things.
It’s weird the stuff grief makes us do, right? The little things we cling to after death rips someone from us? Those of you close to me know all about my quest to duplicate Russ’ laundry smell, and some of
14 weeks.
14 weeks today since the 911 call, Russ. I know I should stop the morbid counting but it feels like losing yet another piece of you if I do. I did get the rawhide laced onto the second shield, baby.