This is the ending to the spoof story that was the debut of the ALBTALBS + Cover Remix Super Fun Secret Project! Many thanks to Silver James for being such a great sport, and more, for being the first to bravely step up. I hope you’ve enjoyed this story that she came up with based solely on the cover art Jen created! (If you missed any of the previous chapters, just click on the book cover. It’ll link you to them.)
Chapter Four: In Which There are Skyrockets and Much Gushing
He watched her from the mirror, disconcerted by being in two places at once. His heart remained in the rose but he could feel his soul reforming around his essence in the mirror. He wanted to break free, to return to his manhood so he could gather the woman into his arms, touch her, kiss her, burying his shaft into her womanly depths to the hilt. If he’d been wearing clothes, his cock would be straining any zipper that tried to confine his need. Continue reading →
Another Thursday, another installment from the fabulous Silver James. And an additional hat tip to the incredibly talented cover artist, Jen of Cover Remix. You can see the cover in more detail here and leave her comments if you like. But without further ado… the story. If you missed chapter one last week, check it out.
Chapter Two: In Which Something Familiar This Way Comes
Drake Rosenblum was pummeled both by the gale-force winds and the tempest of the emotions roiling in his stomach. Tossed and turned like a storm-tossed leaf, he clung to his sanity. He’d lost his humanity long ago and had no hope of breaking the spell that ensorcelled his soul. Continue reading →
The debut of the newest ALBTALBS Project!!! I’m so excited! Remember my Parrot Shifters? And the lovely brave authors who took on that challenge? Well, here’s the next challenge. To kick off this new bit of fun we have Silver James – I hope you enjoy! We’ll be serializing this, so look for it every Thursday in May!
Cursed by the witches he once served, will a familiar’s wicked ways win the heart of a newly schooled witch–and his freedom? Find out in Wicked Familiar.
In Which Fizzy Casts Her First Spell
Lightning flashed. Thunder crashed. The night was dark and stormy. Francesca Isabella Foxtrot—her friends called her Fizzy—had retrieved the mail just before the storm broke in all its tempestuous glory. Waiting with baited breath, as the anchovies on her luncheon pizza were now repeating on her, Fizzy stared at the package with a mixture of excitement and dread. Continue reading →