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Jun 19, 2013

Marketing Advice for the Writing Newb

Last year I put up a blog post regarding What Not to do When You’re a Writing Newb.  It turned out to be one of my more popular posts and I've gotten several requests for a follow-up...which I fully intended to do months before now, but just never got around to finishing - mostly because I’m a lazy ass.

It’s probably a good thing I never finished it. My perspectives have changed a bit in the ensuing months and I hate to go back to an old blog post and cringe at how stupid younger Rick was. The good thing is that the original advice I had planned to dole out has been greatly simplified. What was to have been a tome of legendary hot air can now be succinctly summarized in just a few short sentences.

To be fair, though, I have included my original (unfinished) post at the bottom, lest you care to slog through it to see if you can scrape any insight from it.  If you find it useful, that’s great.  If not...well I did warn you, didn't I?

That aside, here are my thoughts on successful marketing:

BE ORIGINAL: Here’s the problem with following the advice of those with influence, everyone else is doing it too.  Once upon a time spamming twitter with book ads was genius because it was new.  Now, it’s just a good way to be lost amongst the noise.  Effective marketing is NOT doing what everyone else is.  Effective marketing is finding something that nobody else is doing and making it your own.  Cover your bases (fill out your book details, have a good webpage, make sure your profiles point to the appropriate things), then find something and make it yours.  I can’t tell you what that is, otherwise I’d already be doing it myself.

DON’T PISS PEOPLE OFF: You’d think this would be an obvious one, but it’s not.  My first point above won’t work for you if you find that “your thing” involves making people hate you.  Before you do anything online to market your book, step back and ask yourself “would this piss me off if I was on the other end?”  If the answer is yes, then perhaps you should avoid it like the filthy, disease-ridden dung pile that it is.

BE LUCKY:  And here’s where I lose you all.  Successful marketing is hard work, originality, persistence...and a healthy dollop of luck.  The downside is that you can’t force luck to happen.  The upside is that you can skew the results in your favor by doing the above.  Find your own thing.  Be engaging.  Keep writing and getting better at it.  The longer you do these things, the more you add a chance at the roulette wheel of life falling on your number.  Are there any guarantees? Hell no, but hey that’s what life is all about.  Opportunity does not equal a sure thing, but the more you work at it the better chance you have.

And that's it! Simple, no?  Well, actually NO is the correct answer. Marketing isn't simple. If it was, we'd all be millionaires by now. The road isn't paved with gold, my friend...but if you're willing to dig for it you might just find some.

Now you know...so get working on it!

Just to be fair and make sure you don’t feel gypped by the word count of this post, here’s what were to be my original thoughts. Make of them as you will...

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“What do I do now?” That’s a question I see pop up several times a week on the various author discussion forums that I frequent.  Some new up and comer has written the next great thing, a book destined to win over the hearts of millions. Unfortunately, they’re now learning the whole “build it and they will come” paradigm isn't always the best strategy.  Sure they may have really written the next best thing, but the problem is that nobody knows about it. So it is with many of us in this business, even for those who have been doing it for years. 

Alas, writing an instant best seller is possible for a first time writer.  However, the consensus appears to be that this requires a near lottery-winning (or soul-selling if you’re a pessimist) level of luck. 

While some take a curmudgeonly “let them figure out to sell their own damn books” attitude, I tend to be a softie at hear.  So pull up a log and let me tell you a thing or two.

Before I start, I shall give the caveat that this isn't exhaustive.  There are plenty of resources out there, I haven’t tried them all.  I also offer any apologies in advance.  I’m sure there are some brilliant bits of insight that I've gleaned that I've simply forgotten the source.  Hey, I’m only human.  There’s only so much room in my mind.  Occasionally I need to do some housekeeping to make room for a new monster story.  Sure I may not remember when my birthday is anymore, but that’s okay.  It sucks to get older anyway...

Oh yeah, I’m also going to try to avoid doing any trashing here.  I’m just going to mention what I liked, not what I didn't.  If you’re curious if I've ready Book X or checked out blog Y, you can either email me or ask me in the comments.  There’s a good chance the answer is “No.” but if I did, I’ll give you my thoughts on it.

For starters, (assuming your book is finished, polished, edited etc) before you do anything go and start setting up your social media accounts.  Even if you’re not using them, you’ll be reserving your name and be ready to dive in.  Minimally you should sign up for a twitter account.  I would recommend you either use your real name, your pen name, or pick a catchy nickname, but always identify yourself in some way.  Put in a description and a photograph.  Sorry to say it but this is the internet; anonymity is an illusion.  Might as well not even try to fool yourself into thinking otherwise.  Besides which, nobody wants to follow a “Mr. X” these days.

Others you might want to consider signing up for now: Facebook, Google+, and Goodreads.  There are plenty of others, but these are a good starter set.  Now onto the meat of the marketing...

Books: These are the great equalizers.  They’ll give you far more tips that just one blog post.  While they probably won’t net you millions, they’ll bring you up to speed to get started with the rest. There are tons of “How I made more money than God by selling e-books” books out there for sale.  Some are good, some not so much.  I’ve read a few of them.  Regardless, I would suggest you find one by an actual best selling author.  At least they know what they’re talking about.

My favorite is: How To Really Sell Ebooks by Jon F. Merz.   Why?  Because there is simply no bs in the book.  It’s short.  Very short.  There’s a small part of me that’s convinced that Jon is the superior marketer simply because he got me to plunk down the cash for something that is essentially pamphlet length.  However, this is a good thing.  There is absolutely no fluff in this book. Just steps in the process.  It’s laid out in a way that I almost think Jon should have titled it the Ebook Cheatsheet.  I don’t think there’s been a simpler formula since South Park introduced us to Step 1: Underpants, Step 2: ??, Step 3: Profit!

Runner up: Michael Hick’s The Path to Self Publishing Success.  Also short and to the point, like Merz's book.

Hint: Some of these books occasionally go on sale.  If you have the patience, see if you can snag them when they do.

Blogs: So you’re a cheapskate eh?  Don’t want to plunk down your sheckles to enrich the coffers of authors more experienced than you?  Well first off, lose that attitude, Bucky!  There’s nothing wrong with supporting your fellow writers.  Show them some love and you’ll get some in return.

That being said, whether you go the book route there’s also tons of good information to be found in various writers’ blogs.  There is simply no frakking way I can list all of the wonderful writing blogs out there.  Sorry, can’t be done.  I don’t have nearly the attention span to even try.  Instead I’ll just list a few that I find to be useful. 

Joe Konrath's, A Newbie’s Guide to Self Publishing.  
Chuck Wendig's, Terrible Minds
Michael Hick’s blog

There’re literally books upon books of useful information in these blogs.  Just be forewarned, you can easily lose a month or more in these places.  Don’t be surprised if you start reading and when you finally finish you emerge to find the shattered remains of post-apocalyptic society around you.  If that happens, be careful of the C.H.U.D.s.

As I said before, there’s a shitload of great author blogs out there.  My advice: after your eyeballs have healed from reading the above go and try to find some authors from your own genre (assuming it’s different than the above) and give a look see.  Chances are you’ll find some useful insight.

Social Media: The meat and potatoes of where you’ll be starting out.  This includes twitter, facebook, and any of dozens of online forums where people congregate.  However, in all of these places there are a few simple rules for success:

  • Be a real person. Engage, discuss, and give back. Sorry to say, but it’s not all about you.  You have to give to get, and that will only happen if people think you’re not just some marketing bot.
  • Do not spam!  All that email you got this AM?  Yeah, you hate it don’t you.  Well guess what, people are going to hate you if you suddenly get all in their face with “BUY MY BOOK!”  Every forum has rules.  Respect them and respect the people in them. There is a time and place to market. 
  • Learn to lose with grace. Not everyone will love your book. Some people hate the Harry Potter books. It happens. Learn from it and use it to grow. A beginning author who develops a reputation of attacking their detractors won’t go very far, regardless of your talent.

Start Creating!  Research is great and all, but it’s not going to go out there and market for you.  You need to get out there and make a mark for yourself.  Don’t worry if you’re starting small and the only one reading your updates is your mom because she felt the need to give you a pity follow on Twitter.  We've all been there.  Unless you’re one of those supremely lucky people (in which case, I hate you) you’re not starting out at the top.  People are not going to just drop their coins in your hat just because you put out a blog post entitled “The single greatest accomplishment by mankind, my book, is now out!”  You need to earn it, son! 


May 27, 2013

Random Acts of Kindness Blogfest: The Man in The Green Station Wagon

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Welcome to the Random Acts of Kindness Blogfest, sponsored by the awesome folks at Wayman Publishing. This is a different kind of blogging event than you normally see.  No in-your-face marketing for a change (please ignore the obnoxious 'Now Available' sidebar to the left :) - just some positive stories about people who made a difference.

I invite you to click the link for the fest and check out the other blogs participating.  Hopefully they bring a smile to your day.  And if they inspire you even slightly, well then the world will be a brighter place tomorrow.

And now, without further ado...



Contrary to popular belief, not everyone who grows up at the Jersey Shore is either well-off or an overly-tanned, under-brained moron.  Once upon a time, houses were bought by normal people for a comparatively modest price down in the smaller summer towns.  I grew up in one such small town and times weren’t always wonderful.

My parents divorced when I was around ten.  My father eventually moved to Pennsylvania. Once there, he more or less did a poor job of keeping up with his financial obligations to the family he left behind (including me and my younger sister).  My mother tried for a while, but eventually she began to develop a fondness for beverages of the hops-laden variety. After a while it caught up to her (and thus the rest of us).  We managed okay for a time, at least long enough for me to become old enough to hold down a part-time job.  Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all doom and gloom, but there were definitely dark times during this period.

I remember a particularly bright point during one such time. It only happened once, but it stayed with me ever since.  Things weren’t going so well for us that year.  The bank account had run dry.  The mortgage was overdue, and my small paycheck was being whisked away the second I got it.  It was supposedly going toward household expenses, but I knew it was mostly going elsewhere (alas, I was a meek kid who didn’t speak up nearly as much as I should have).

Anyway, one day a man driving a green station wagon pulled up to our door.  Without saying anything other than a cursory greeting, he opened the trunk of his car and unloaded it - a full load of groceries and then some.  It was so random, but so awesome at the same time.  This person who didn’t know us at all had just dropped off several weeks’ worth of food and household goods.

Curious, I asked around in the coming days.  The story I heard was that he had done quite well for himself.  Supposedly (I say that because he was apparently a bit of a urban legend by the time we met him) he’d invested heavily in Chrysler in the days when the company stock had dropped to a pittance. Then when Lee Iacocca came in and turned it all around, he wound up making a killing off of it.  Rather than moving himself into a big house and living the good life, though, he instead retired and decided to give back to the community.  He’d ask around town and learn of people in need. Then every day he’d fill up his big green station wagon with groceries and do a similar drop off to what he did with us.

He never asked for thanks, and in truth the one time I ran into him at the grocery store and tried to express such he looked at me like I had two heads.  I suspect that might have been purposeful, though, and I think I can understand why.  Regardless, he made a difference to many families in need, mine included - one I will never forget.

Thank you, man in the green station wagon.

May 23, 2013

Toilet Humor

Recently I was asked why I didn't include a photo on the jacket of my paperbacks. The obvious answer should probably be because I’m not someone who most people probably feel the need to stare at, and until I start working out again that’s probably a good thing for all of us. Of course the temptation is there to photoshop myself onto a beefcake body, add more hair, maybe give my eyes a more stunning color, et cetera, but somehow I resist the urge.

The real answer (much like all real answers) is a bit more complicated, though.  See, I used to.  If you’re one of the dozen or so people who picked up the original paperback of Bigfoot Hunters, you may have noticed my smiling mug creepily leering at you from the back cover...assuming you didn't think someone had perhaps shaved one of the titular monsters and put it back there as a cruel joke to society.  It’s okay if you did. I often have to wear a sign whenever I visit the Bronx Zoo that reads “Not an exhibit!” I’m used to these sorts of things.

Anyhow, I didn't leave it there for long. When next I revised the cover, gone was my grinning visage. In its place I left a dark vortex of mystery in which you, the reader, can use your imagination to consider what foul creatures might be lurking there...or in other words, some blank space.  Hey, I never claimed to be a master of graphic design.

This is partially because of what I mentioned above.  The other part is a bit more - disturbing.  See, in a bid to get people to stop laughing whenever I pathetically mewled, “Hey, I wrote a book!” in a desperate cry for attention (daddy, why didn't you love me!?), I handed out a few paperbacks I had lying around. I figured that at minimum I’d get a few, “Fine, you wrote a book. Do you want a medal?” replies.

Much to my joy, though, one of my friends told me a few weeks later that he’d started Bigfoot Hunters and was impressed.  He said it was great bathroom reading.  Oh well, not quite the set of Masterpiece Theater, but as long as he was enjoying it...

But he didn't stop there.   He had to also point out that there was one little bit of weirdness for him.  To paraphrase, “I noticed your picture on the back cover.  So while I’m reading, it’s kind of like you’re there staring at my junk while I take a shit.”

*sigh*

And that was the beginning of the end for me.  Much like a bad song, his words stuck in my mind - repeating themselves over and over again, to the point where I would have gladly replaced them with a lifetime of Justin Bieber music playing in my skull (well maybe not going that far).

Even worse I had to consider the old concept, supposedly held by primitive peoples around the world, of photos stealing one’s soul.  What if that were true? What if every book I sold contained a little piece of me on the back cover...a little piece that was forever doomed to watch people poop?

Alas, I couldn't take that chance...even for those parts of my soul that are kind of assholes and probably deserve it.  Thus I chose to remove my photo to save myself from such a fate as well as spare you, dear reader, from having my disembodied head staring at you while your pants are down.  You’re welcome.

Of course this doesn't save you from the countless other tomes you might have lying around.  Me either, now that I think of it. Great!  Now I’m gonna have to take duct tape to ALL of my paperbacks...especially those ones by Dean Koontz in his porno-stache phase (shudder).

Yeah, I think I’m gonna stick to ebooks too from now on...


May 10, 2013

Big @ss Book Giveaway, through May 15th.

I am pleased to be a part of a massive springtime book giveaway hosted by best selling author Elle Casey, a fabulous writer, overall wonderful person, and someone who can crank out a good book in about the time it takes me to decide what to have for breakfast.

So that's all well and good, you may be thinking, but what's in it for me?

That's an easy one.

There are 190 different titles across multiple genres available in the giveaway.  In total over 1500 books are up for grabs.

Of course this includes yours truly.

So what I am bringing to the table?  I'm glad you asked.  I'm offering 2 tiers of prizes.  You can enter to win a free ebook copy of Bill The Vampire in the format of your choice.

That being said, if you're already here, there might be a slightly better than average chance you've already taken a look at it.  Arrogant of me to assume, I know, but allow me the indulgence -  it's been a long week.

One lucky winner, though, will receive the full Tome of Bill series to date, books 1-4, in paperback.  That includes:

Bill The Vampire
Scary Dead Things
The Mourning Woods
and my latest
Holier Than Thou

Heck I'm in a good mood, so I'll offer up this. They'll be autographed copies. Easily a $50,000 value (in my mind at least), all for the price of...nothing!

Be the "envy" (I obviously have a loose definition of that word) of your friends as you proudly display these treasures on your bookshelf, coffee table, or toilet tank.  Whatever floats your boat.

And while you're there, be sure to check out the other entries as well. There are some awesome picks to be had in just about any genre you might like.

You can enter HERE.  

Be quick, the giveaway is only open between May 10th through May 15th. Dawdle at your own risk.

To enter for the ebooks, look under the title Bill The Vampire.  For the paperback grand prize of awesomeness, look for The Tome of Bill.

Good luck and happy reading!

May 3, 2013

To that person who left me the lousy review...

I just wanted to say that I will find you.  I will hunt you to the ends of the earth.  I will make you beg like a dog while I proceed to skin you alive in front of your family.  I will chew on your face like bubble gum while I strap a...

Oh wait, no I won't.

What I meant to say was thank you.  Thank you for giving my book a chance.  I very much appreciate it and I'm sorry that it didn't work out for whatever reason.  Nevertheless, I value your opinion and you can be sure that I take any and all critique seriously, even those I don't necessarily agree with.  Cheers to you and I hope your next read will be an enjoyable one.  Maybe one day we'll meet again in this not-so big world.  If so, perhaps my next endeavor will be more to your liking.

Confused yet?  Hopefully most of you aren't.

You see, I'm fairly (sometimes) rational, often self-deprecating, and generally at least try to pretend to act like a professional. I'm very proud of my novels, but they aren't my children.  Despising them isn't even remotely in the same league as running over my pets.  You may hate them with a fury that makes the sun seem like a snowball and I will respect that.  Should you point out a typo to me, I won't chew off your head.  Tell me my characters are flat, I won't invoke primal gods to strike you down.  Let me know my sense of humor is about as funny as a pack of starving orphans, I won't race to my Facebook page and demand that you be made to pay for your "crimes".

In short, I am an adult.  I don't promise to always act like one, but I will always at least try to not be that spoiled child who didn't get a pony for their birthday.

Happy reading to you all, and to a few of my fellow authors out there: lighten up.  They're just stories (mine most definitely included).  Give your family or friends a hug and remind yourself that real life isn't made of paper. There are far better reasons to get angry.

Apr 21, 2013

Holier Than Thou (The Tome of Bill, Part 4) is now available

I am pleased to announce that 1) I'm still alive and this blog hasn't been abandoned and - oh yeah - 2) Holier Than Thou (the Tome of Bill, part 4) has been released! Woo!

Apologies for any delay in updating or posting here.  I have been absolutely swamped with projects, not the least of which has been trying to get this book ready for launch.  I hope to bring this blog back to at least a semi-regular posting schedule of inane thoughts and various other time wasters in the coming weeks.  But in the meantime...

Woo, again!



There are reasons the undead fear the night...

Bill Ryder - gamer, geek, and legendary vampire - has woman troubles.  The girl he wants is deadly to him.  The girl who wants him is deadly to everyone else.  He’s trapped in the most lethal love triangle he can imagine and it’s only going to get worse.

On the eve of war, The Icon - ancient foe of the vampire race - has arisen. Panic is about to break out within the undead ranks and Bill is caught smack dab in the middle of it.  Destiny has placed them on a cataclysmic collision course, but there’s just one small catch: he’s in love with her.

Now he finds himself in a race against supernatural assassins to save the person who’s fated to destroy him.  Talk about being damned if you do...

Unsure of his allies and outnumbered by enemies, Bill must dig deep within himself and find the faith to succeed - because if he fails, it’ll be more than just his social life in tatters.



Holier Than Thou (the Tome of Bill, part 4) is 95k words of foul-mouthed undead insanity by Rick Gualtieri, author of Bill The Vampire, Scary Dead Things, and The Mourning Woods.

Available now for:
Kindle
Nook
Smashwords

Coming soon to Paperback and Audio Book.

Feb 17, 2013

Holier Than Thou (the Tome of Bill, part IV): Teaser 2

HOLIER THAN THOU (The Tome of Bill, part IV)
Coming Soon

TEASER 2 (and alternate cover)

There are reasons the undead fear the night...

Bill Ryder - gamer, geek, and legendary vampire - has woman troubles.  The girl he wants is deadly to him.  The girl who wants him is deadly to everyone else.  He’s trapped in the most lethal love triangle he can imagine and it’s only going to get worse.

On the eve of war, The Icon - ancient foe of the vampire race - has arisen. Panic is about to break out within the undead ranks and Bill is caught smack dab in the middle of it.  Destiny has placed them on a cataclysmic collision course, but there’s just one small catch: he’s in love with her.

Now he finds himself in a race against supernatural assassins to save the person who’s fated to destroy him.  Talk about being damned if you do...

Unsure of his allies and outnumbered by his enemies, Bill must dig deep within himself and find the faith to succeed - because if he fails, it’ll be more than just his social life in tatters.




As we began our walk to the loft, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. It made me wish I had spent more time working out. On top of all of that, though, there was one more tiny detail to add to my growing list of personal baggage.

“Couldn’t have told me in advance about the party, could you?” I glanced down at my jacket and camo sweatpants that contrasted with Sally's heels, tight dress and well-coifed hair.

“Would you have come?”

“No.”

“Now you know why I didn’t tell you,” she smirked.

“You could have at least picked me up a change of clothes, then.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sorry, Bill, but I don’t answer to the call of ‘attention K-mart shoppers’.” Bitch!  “Besides, it fits your story better. You look like you just came in from a training exercise in the field.” She gave me the once-over and sighed. “Well, sorta.”

“You didn’t tell them anything about the Icon, did you?”

“Fuck no. My tongue is golden, but I wasn’t about to touch that one.”

“We can’t keep it a secret forever, you know.”

“I know, but I sure as shit want to try. It’ll be bad enough once they know she exists, but it would be best if nobody found out it was all because of your misguided case of puppy love.”

I glowered at her. She had no idea how deep my feelings for Sheila ran.

“Boston doesn’t know what happened, either.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I didn’t even tell James.”

“He’s back?”

“Returned to the states a week ago. Gave me a call to see how things were going.”

James is a six-hundred year old vampire and former contemporary of Marco Polo. He’s also a freshly minted member of the Draculas. Leaving out something this important wasn’t usually an option, at least for those of us who cared to keep breathing. I was happy that they didn’t know about the Icon yet, but it would be less awesome once they discovered everything later, especially my connection to her.

“You didn’t tell them anything?”

“I didn’t talk to them, just James. No fucking way was I letting Colin know shit about anything.” Colin was James’s assistant, and a weasely little suck-up of a vampire. The second he learned something, you could be sure anyone who outranked him knew about it, too.

“And you didn’t mention...”

“Relax, Bill. All I gave him was a mundane status report and a quick note that you were taking some time off.”

I stopped and turned to face her. “Really?”

“Yes really. If I told them even the slightest thing, the entire city would be crawling with vampire hitmen by now. I said just enough to make us look like good undead citizens. Hopefully this will give us a little more time to figure things out on our own.”

I had been so busy feeling sorry for myself and trying to keep Christy from finding out, that I hadn’t bothered to consider the vampire nation might take a nuke it from orbit approach. In all likelihood, Sally had saved Sheila’s life.

“Th-thanks,” I stammered.

“Oh don’t get all drippy on me,” she said dismissively. “I’m doing it more for me anyway. I don’t want to have to listen to you whine about it for the next century or two.”

“That’s very...human of you, Sally.”

“Don’t push your luck,” she sniffed and started walking again. “Let’s go, we’re late enough as it is.”

“Think James would have kept it to himself?”

“Doubt it. That’s why I only gave him a status report. Even if he had wanted to keep a lid on things, he’d probably still need to inform the other Draculas, especially Alex.”

My fangs  extended and my lips pulled back in a grimace. “Once he finds out the truth, I bet he’ll be creaming his pants knowing that one of his precious prophesies has come true.”

“No doubt, but the rest of the Draculas probably won’t be nearly as pleased. It could cause a panic. Once word gets out, vamps halfway around the world will see the Icon hiding under their bed. With the war looming, they don’t need that crap right now.”

Sheila hiding under my bed? Now there was a thought.  Unfortunately, any relationship with her was going to be facing some difficulties in the days ahead. Talk about an understatement. She was capable of frying me extra crispy with just a touch. That made even a handshake, much less anything more intimate, a tad difficult. Hell, that might not even be the half of it. If she was like me, perhaps she also had a few hidden tricks in her arsenal of powers.

I got sidetracked before I could ride that train of thought very far, though. As the building that housed the loft came into view, I realized something wasn’t quite right. The first floor was dark.

“They closed the bar?”

“I heard they’re renovating the place. Probably gonna take a couple of months too. Pity, guess it’ll be nothing but take out for a while.”

The loft occupied the third floor. With the exception of the bar, the entire structure was coven territory. The noise from the small club at street level  drowned out any of the atrocities that occurred in other sections of the building. Though the hunters in the coven were usually careful to keep most of their activities spread throughout the city, the bar also proved handy in times of need, or so I was told. I strictly stick to the bottled stuff, although Tom and Ed are often (rightfully so) quick to question where our bottled blood comes from. I try to convince myself we get it from hospitals and other willing donors, but I’m not a complete idiot. Let’s just say that there are some instances where a policy of don’t ask, don’t tell is necessary to maintain one’s sanity.

Remembering the night I was turned and the others in attendance that weren’t as lucky as me, I wasn’t overly dismayed to see the bar closed. It might mean whatever party Sally had planned would be relatively trauma free (for me and any hors d’oeuvres unlucky enough to be present). All things considered, I found myself hoping that they’d take their sweet-ass time renovating the place.

“Come on, Bill, stop day dreaming,” Sally said, prodding me on. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a few stiff drinks to drown out the dorkitude of the day.”

I stopped dilly-dallying and followed her. Maybe she was right. I probably did need to relax a little. Besides which, it’s not like it would all be torture. There would definitely be some eye-candy on display, and I certainly wasn’t above playing Willy Wonka for an evening. Adding hard liquor to the mix wasn’t bad for that equation either. Hell, a few months back I had walked in on Firebird and Vanessa, two of the looser members of the coven, topless and making out. They had been shit-faced drunk and didn’t care who had watched. Talk about a fang bang.  I definitely wouldn’t say no if given a chance to see that show again. The last time had fueled my personal fantasies for quite a few weeks.

For the first time that evening, I allowed myself a genuine smile. Maybe Sally was right. The world could wait for one more night, especially if the night held the promise of seeing some tits.

Sadly, fate took a perverse pleasure in waiting for me to drop my guard just before blowing up in my face. That night was no different...quite literally in fact. Sally and I had just reached the front door when our world exploded in green flame.



Coming soon! (seriously!)