Violet rain

Thin and refracted

The universe is whirling

Dancing the dance of cosmic proportions

A little here, a little there

Every breath stirs the microcosm

Waking the great deep

And spring is upon us



An indie author’s guide to self-publishing

Awesome guest post on Millie Schmidt’s blog about self-publishing!!!

Milly Schmidt

This is a guest blog by BB Morgan.

I spent a good three days trying to think of something intelligent and worthwhile to say about self-publishing. There is so much to the self-publishing world that I didn’t know when I started, I couldn’t pick just one. So, I picked a few that I think are the most important to me, or that I wish I had known beforehand. This morning, coffee in hand, I’m diving in.

1. Don’t rush the process

In April of 2016, I self-published my debut novel, Devil’s Blood, through CreateSpace. Talk about momentous. When I held my novel – my novel which I’d spent the last year working on – in my hands, I can’t begin to describe the absolute sense of fulfillment. However, as that feeling wore off, and Devil’s Blood didn’t hit the bestseller list overnight like I had been secretly dreaming…

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Better Person (erotic short story)

Excited to announce my story ‘better person’ has been featured on ERWA’s gallery!! It will appear in my upcoming book of short stories tentatively titled ‘pain slut.’ The title pretty much says everything you need to know.

I’m enjoying every minute exploring this very personal aspect of sexuality, and if it’s your thing, I hope you’ll join me.

Click here to read ‘better person’ for free (limited time offer).

Wishing you all the best,



Gaze down

Through the shattered sphere

Of illusions

You weaved so carefully


I am trouble


You are above

A lofty lie

Who breathes pain

Guilt dripping through your fingers


I am not subservient

I am trouble


Whip up the fury

Let it tear the skies

An indefatigable storm

A crease in your brow


I am not yours

I am not subservient


I am trouble

Rise of the Machines (8, final)

Rise of the Machines (1), Rise of the Machines (2), Rise of the Machines (3), Rise of the Machines (4), Rise of the Machines (5), Rise of the Machines (6), Rise of the Machines (7)

The hand towel was warm in Darnell’s hand as he dabbed the cut on Amanda’s cheek. Excess water dribbled down her long smooth neck, and he had to use every bit of self-control to not follow it down to the swells of her breasts.

“Her husband just died, dammit. Cool off.”

But Darnell’s cock pressed against its denim cage, begging to be released. His hand trembled, lowering, brushing her left breast. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “This is super inappropriate.”

Amanda was smiling though, a soft look in her eyes. “That’s alright, I like you too.”

Darnell jerked his head towards the living room questioningly.

A sad look transformed her face, wetness collecting in the corner of her eyes. “Let’s pretend. We might die soon anyways.”

He understood completely, rolling back her bikini top, skimming the stiff pink nipple with his dark fingers. Gravity multiplied, smushing their bodies together, warm and alive. The kisses were electric, a deep but anticipated first.

“Fuck me,” she breathed, delicate hand freeing his cock. “Like it’s the last time.”

Darnell pulled her bottoms down, pushing his throbbing tip against the wet cleft, just enough to know she was ready, before thrusting hard.

Machines 5, humans….10


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I’m in the dark, breathing you

A slow suicide


I wouldn’t have survived

On your skinny bones anyways


Just lay back

And meld our existence


Find something

That isn’t pain


Until the covers are soft voids

And whispers are ripples in time




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