Friday, 28 September 2012

Waterlines 10

I spent the last three or four weeks putting the finishing touches to a novel that's in an entirely different genre from my usual comfort-zones, and writing under a different name.  On the whole, it wasn't a very enjoyable experience - the story was too dark - and I'm glad to get back to the kind of settings that I write about here.

So I'm very pleased to announce the publication of Waterlines 10 on Amazon Kindle and on Smashwords.  Links to other outlets will follow soon - but Lord Apple and Barnes & Noble like to read the dirty bits first before they approve them for sale.  Here's a sneak preview of a few lines from the book:

Warning: these two stories are for over-18s only and contain elements which some people may find offensive. If you aren't interested in watersports (golden showers) or oral sex, or aren't remotely curious, then please don't buy or read this book.

A Special Offer (5,600 words)
(A Sequel to “The Girl in the Room Next Door” in Waterlines 8)

When Colin and Fiona meet again at an unlikely place - a men's toilet - she arranges to keep in touch with him, and to help him find a new girlfriend.  But each of these girls have particular interests which coincide with Colin's own personal fetish.  The first girl to whom she introduces him turns out to be quite bizarre... he's not sure that he wants to meet any more like her.

Shut Your Eyes and Pretend (5,400 words)
(A sequel to “...And I’ll Show You Mine”, in Waterlines 2)

When Brian is moved out of his job, his girlfriend Jazz is most unhappy.  She hopes to attract Mike, his successor, and offers him lunchtime temptations in the woods near the office.  But she has a rival - Karen, an Alpha-Female who wants Mike all to herself, offering him similar sexual delights.  Mike is ambitious and is attracted to Karen for all the wrong reasons.  Someone is going to get unstuck....


        She sat next to me, and I tried to engage her in conversation.  “Jazz is short for Jasmine, I take it?” I began.
        “Yes, but Jasmine wasn’t my original name. It’s a long story, and I’ll tell you sometime.”
        “I can see you’re going to miss Brian.  But I’m sure you’ll still be able to see him at weekends.”
        “Not really.  He’s moving to London, and he reckons he’ll have to work most Saturdays.  It won’t be worth my travelling up there just for a few hours on Sundays.”
        It sounded as if their relationship was doomed.  I wondered how Brian felt about it.
        We continued talking in general, about her job, about other mutual acquaintances at the bank and, before we knew it, it was time to leave.  I hadn’t been counting, but I considered that Jazz must have downed four Martinis before switching to beer after Brian left, and she’d had three pints.
        “Are you coming?” I asked her as we all got up to leave.
        “I’ll be along in a minute,” she said.  “I just need to think.”
        I sat down again.  I could see she was close to tears.
        “I pleaded with Brian not to take the job.  But he’s so ambitious, and it’s a good step up for him.  I shouldn’t be so selfish.”
        Her eyes were red.  “I’m sure you’ll get over it.  Time is a great healer, you know.”
        “So they say.  All right, let’s get back.”
        We left together; when we were halfway there, she put her hand to her crotch.
        “I need a pee.  I should have gone while we were at the pub.”
        “Do you want to go back?”  I noticed her speech was slurred; the drink had taken its effect.
        “No.  I’ll go in the woods.  Nobody will see me there.  Are you coming?”


I'm busy with a couple of stories for Waterlines 11 and I'm hoping to get that out by the end of October - if I can persuade my editor to give the draft a fair wind when it's finished... and get my designer to come up with a suitable cover for the work.


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