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Friday Fiction

Yes, I know it’s Saturday, but that loses not only the alliteration but also the link with my name 🙂 Anyway, I thought I’d post one of my earliest stories, just as a sort of celebration of a decade of writing. I like to think I write even better now, but it’s not bad…

It’s also NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDER 18s.

Housemate Potential

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Friday Fiction

Today I’m offering you an excerpt from Loving My Lady, the Regency novella which came out last week. Hope you enjoy it.

 

I do not think that I knew what love was before that moment. I had loved my father, of course, with the obligation of a righteous daughter; the romantic love the poets write of, though, had never previously touched my life.

She stepped down.

The one and only “she” there would ever be for me. My eyes met hers for a second, and I was first to look away. This was not the elderly lady I remembered from my childhood. Who, then, was she?

“You are most welcome,” I stammered. “Um… Lady Dennyson…”

“Yes?”

“…is expected shortly, I imagine?”

“I beg your pardon?”

She strolled toward me. I would have died for a dress such as the one she wore with so much elegance.

“When do you expect Lady Dennyson?” I asked shyly.

There was a pause, followed by the most beautiful laughter I had ever heard — even though it was at my expense.

“My dear!” she exclaimed. “Cordelia — I may call you that, may I not?”

My voice too unsteady for words at the sound of my name on her lips, I nodded.

“I am Lady Dennyson.”

“But…”

“Surely you did not expect my mother-in-law?” she laughed.

Mother-in-law? Then she was… then my cousin Adam (unknown, therefore unavoidably unmissed) must… must be married — married and dead.

“Lady Dennyson?”

She smiled.

“That is indeed my name.”

Unbidden, unexpectedly, I curtsied — as if I were a maid. Well, perhaps a companion was on such a level.

“My lady.”

One hand pinched my chin, the other slid luxuriously down my arm like velvet.

“You need not call me that. I am Lady Juliet, and you are my Cordelia.”

Friday Fiction

Okay, so this isn’t exactly fiction. It isn’t exactly finished. It isn’t exactly serious. But I was having a frivolous moment and thinking about the editing process.  Just channel The Sound Of Music and think of some of your favourite things…:

 

Headings and titles, appropriate slashes

Full stops and commas and even em-dashes

Too few apostrophes make it confused

Is this some writing you wish to be used?

 

When the pen falls,

In the edits,

And you’re feeling sad.

Simply remember you’re writing at all

And then it won’t seem so bad.

 

Happy Friday, folks!

Friday Fiction

It’s been a while since I’ve done a ‘Friday Fiction’ post, but I’m hoping to do them more often when I’m not up to my ears in novel. For today, however, I wanted to point you towards an interview I’ve done with Scope, for their A-Z ‘End The Awkward’ campaign about sex and disability. I come in under ‘N’ – for Not Safe For Work (NSFW) 🙂

N is for NSFW – #EndtheAwkward

Erotic fiction is definitely NSFW but it’s perfect reading material to get you going. And why wouldn’t the ‘Lusty Lady’ use a wheelchair or the ‘Horny Hunk’ be deaf?

N is for NSFW is part of Scope’s A to Z of sex and disability

Writer Penelope Friday talks to us about mixing sex and disability in the pages of her erotic fiction.

I came into writing erotica through fan fiction. Fan fiction (often called ‘fanfic’) is a class of writing in which you take other people’s characters and give them adventures of their own. A large proportion of this is dedicated to writing ‘adult’ fiction – no matter whether the original characters were engaged in sexual activity or not!

To read the rest of the article, click here.

Friday Fiction (Pansy Learns A Lesson) 18+

So, my short story Pansy Learns A Lesson came out recently. It’s a sequel to Punishing Pansy, which I wrote quite some time ago and (despite what the middling reviews might tell you) has probably been my most successful short story ever.

Fancy a quick taster (as it were)?

Naughty Pansy is getting off at work again. But when her boss (and lover) catches her with another man, will she finally learn her lesson?

Warnings: This title contains explicit sex, including threesomes (M/F/M) and spanking.
Word Count: 2000

      

EXCERPT:

It was about twenty minutes before three when Pansy stopped innocently at Aaron’s desk. David had a meeting until three o’clock; he often liked to work off his frustrations with Pansy afterwards. But it also meant she was safe from him noticing her plotting… well, until she wanted him to see, that was.
“Aaron,” she breathed huskily. “There’s some sheets of A3 paper I need to get from the basement, but the shelf is too high for me to reach. Will you help me?”
“Sure.”
Aaron glanced at her and then away. He was shy, then, and still uncertain of her motives. Even better. He got to his feet and she led him down the stairs. There was a little stepladder in front of the paper shelves, and Pansy climbed onto it, reaching her arms upwards as if trying to reach the highest shelf. Her skirt hitched higher around her thighs, and she heard a sharp intake of breath from Aaron.
“You see?” she asked, looking round, her arms still reaching up. “I’m just not quite big enough. But I saw you and I thought ‘Oh yes, Aaron is definitely big enough’.”

Friday Fiction

So, my latest blog for the Huffington Post is up, in which I’m talking about a subject which can get many people up in arms (just read the comments if you don’t believe me) – disabled parking spots.

Why Parking in a Disabled Spot Without a Badge Is Never Okay

Disabled parking spaces are a hot button trigger for a lot of people. Disabled people getting really frustrated, and able-bodied people finding it difficult to understand why blue badge (‘disabled permit/placard’) holders are getting quite so irate about a minor parking infringement.

So let’s have a look at things. Here are the usual reasons people give for parking illegally in a disabled parking spot, and a quick explanation of why it’s just not okay.

Friday Fiction (Article Snippet)

Again, this  is my most current article for Jane Austen’s Regency World magazine. I’m writing about ‘Cranks, Quacks and Miracles’ – alternative health treatments in the Regency.

Jane Austen shows a number of hypochondriacs in her stories (Mr Woodhouse in Emma, with his gruel and his soft-boiled eggs, and Mary Musgrove in Persuasion with her tendency towards ill health whenever she felt herself neglected come to mind) but it is in her unfinished novel Sanditon that she particularly concentrates on medicine – looking at both conventional and experimental (to put it mildly!) treatments. Indeed, Jane Austen specifically uses the phrase “quack medicine” in describing the Parker sisters, saying that they had “an unfortunate turn for medicine, especially quack medicine”. Mr Parker, their brother, is first introduced to the heroine, Charlotte Heywood, when he sustains a carriage accident, trying to find a doctor for the village of Sanditon. (As an aside, I was fascinated when I first read the book that he had seen a notice in the ‘Kentish Gazette’ – a local newspaper I grew up reading, and which is still in print.) His sisters’ alleged poor health had encouraged him to look for the doctor, though it turns out, when Diana Parker writes to her brother, that she has for the moment eschewed conventional medicine, saying:

“[P]ray never run into peril again in looking for an apothecary on our account… We have entirely done with the whole medical tribe. We have consulted physician after physician in vain, till we are quite convinced that they can do nothing for us and that we must trust to our own knowledge of our own wretched constitutions for any relief.”

Of course, this is a decision not dissimilar to ones made by many people today, who find themselves dissatisfied with the results of conventional medicine – though perhaps, given the limits of medical knowledge in the Regency, Miss Parker had more reason for her suspicions!