Hey all!

No, it is not the sign of the apocalypse, I am actually updating. Wild, I know.

Well, if you have been following me on Facebook, you know that 2015 and 2016 has been hell.

I’ll break this down. Dad has lung cancer, Mom has had two heart attacks and the hits just get worse from there. I can’t even tell you how many medications I have been on. I mean everything from Elevil to Duladid… Ugh. And I have a new list of things wrong with me. Let’s see…

Nail Patella Syndrome, that we already know about and is the parent genetic disease to…




Uneven Hips

Lack of Cartilage on most joints

Uneven joints

Floating kneecaps

Carpal Tunnel

And rounding out the list is

Ankylosing Spondylitis

Not to mention a shoulder injury I took in May, grabbing a wall so I wouldn’t fall on my face. It’s November and I am still in therapy and in pain. Next time, I take the black eye! LOL

I also gained weight, boobs, and butt. I am not lying, the girls plumped up! I was 147 from 115 but I lost of few of my precious pounds and I am at 137. Food has always been my friend, it’s now just decided to stick around a little longer. LOL

Other than that, I have not been doing much writing. I couldn’t think with my mind clouded. I am starting to get back into it though, and that is a big chunk of worry off my mind. I mean, if I am not a writer, then who am I?

Now I am a disabled writer, but I am adjusting.

So, that’s about it for me, trying to finish some series and find my new normal. I blow up Facebook but it’s time to blow up my web site as well! *g*

I love you, Loves!

See you soon!









Good Not So Great Morning…

Morning, My Loves.

Man, ever wake up tired? I woke up tired as hell and depressed to boot. Ny night time dose of meds always knocks me out blank… sometimes I open my eyes to se things dancing around my room, last night the meca from Tiger and Bunny was on my pillow shooting me a salute. I rarely dream now, I blame the drugs, but last night was different. I kept seeing the video of that child being tossed across the room like garbage. Maybe it’s because I had to homeschool my son for a year because the teacher kept calling him ‘the freak amongst the freaks’, or maybe it was because I spent so much time in the school board building, the people started knowing me by face and name. Or maybe it’s because I started thinking of all the times adults disrespected me or discounted me when I was a teen. Whatever it was, I spent the night watching this child be tossed across the room like garbage. If someone did that to an animal, it would be a federal offense. If a mother did that to a child, CPS would have been there taking that child away from you and burying you under a jail cell and set you up for some prison justice, perhaps. Not saying that she was right in not turning over her phone, but from the beginning it struck me odd that the teacher would call an administrator for a child apologizing and saying no. When I was college taking some early childhood development classes, our prof told us that if we had a non violent child like that who was not listing to our requests, to hold the child after class and discover what was wrong. As so many people pointed out, this girl os reeling from the loss of her mother and grandmother. Don’t tell me that they didn’t know, because I find it hard to believe. When a new student gets transferred to a school, the teacher is almost always made aware of their circumstances. Her parent didn’t enroll her, her foster mother did, so the admin had to be aware of her circumstances. She should have been punished with detention, or the teacher could have asked her what she was doing. She may have been looking at photos of her mom and grandma… That no one even tried to find out why, I find really disturbing. The punishment didn’t fit the crime. Maybe she needed to go off my herself and have a good cry. Everyone has off days, maddening days, days when they want to walk in traffic or scream into a pillow or tear up a room because you have no other release. But to here all the people commenting, angry that the Deputy Fields got fired… they make me ill. Most of these people never had kids or maybe they forgot the crap they did in high school. Everyone is so quick to judge things that frankly aren’t none of their business. And if you think the punishment fit the crime than you are a monster and an animal. Sometimes I think blacks and poor people have PTSD. I don’t think this was racially motivated, but I could be wrong. Maybe Deputy Fields was having a bad day and took it out on her, but again, I can be wrong. All I know is that a child who is more than likely suffering a lot of depression and maybe PTSD was treated worse than we would treat a stray dog and a great portion of America cheered. Now that is one sobering thought. They cheered.
Good Morning.

So…. A lot has been happening…. *g*

Nope… still still… still not dead. LOL

But man, have I been hopping these past few months. Bad news first…

My Dad is dealing with lung cancer. We have had weeks and weeks and weeks of doctors visits… and we are looking at weeks and weeks more before this is all over with. At 80 he is hanging in there, feeling a lot better, but I am still worried. I am not ready to give up me dad. *g*

Me? Why I am so glad you asked. I am going to have a new doctor… Mine is leaving.. sniffle.. so I am going to have to do the med train all over again as the worst possible outcome. Sniffle… Cause it’s getting cold… and an arthritic hooch like me don’t deal with the winter. I gained about 20 pounds, but I need a lot more before I can deal with the cold weather. Man, this weather is going to have me crying while I watch reruns of Hawaii 5-0.

I am serious as a heart attack… Cold hurts. I guess I am officially handicapped. Talk about getting with the brick or reality. Let me explain… Dev, my lovely daughter, bought me a ticket for Otakon. Oh you know I had to go. Connie Creech, my niece, and her drawing partner, Yoh Asuka came up from the 305 and attended with me. It was there that I realized I couldn’t do some things on my own… like walk. LOL No lie, someone stomped on my cloak and damn near choked me out. I mean I was standing nine feet away from everyone!!! I did that on purpose, standing AWAY from everyone… and this jack-wagon still damn near killed me with my own cloak. Sigh. Then not twenty minuets later, some chick ran past me and took my cane right out from underneath me. I hopped around on one leg trying to catch my balance… watching everyone watch me…. screaming CATH ME!!!! I recovered on my own and I was handed my cane while the idiot child who damn near dropped me on my ass, stood there with stammering, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry.” And I was thinking, bitch watch where you are walking… but I think I growled at her until she went away. Suddenly, I understand why a lot of people I’ve met who were in wheel chairs and walking with canes are so pissed off. UGH.

I got more of my education into my new world at Drragon Con! *g* OMG It was AWESOME!!! D Renee Bagby and I stayed with The Pimp My Author ladies, Angela and Audrey. *g* Those women know how to party! And they have the make up kit to die for… really, I almost jacked them for it! LOL Not to mention everything they broguht with them! Those ladies know HOW to PAr-TAY! But they saw Flash-Curse in action. Not only did some hooch pulling a huge-assed wagon with a kid inside of it, ran straight into my bad knee. WTF?! Then later that night, some 300 pound dill-weed in a motorized wheelchair hit my bad left knee and ran across my left foot… twice… then ran over the right foot to almost ensure that I would be crippled for life. I mean we were all hitting him and screaming and he he parked it on my foot! After that there was security, and paramedics, and a wheelchair ride to our room… Yeah. I am never going to forget that pain and stupidity! Sheesh…

But on a positive note, I now get to have to say that having a handicapped sticker on my badge allows me to sit when everyone else has to stand. *g* And I get a Minion… that’s D Renee Bagby’s new nick name. LOL

What did you all miss when I was trying to pull myself together..? Hmm Balticon, Lori Foster’s Reader Author Get Together, Otakon, and Dragon con. I have a lot of photos to post! *g*

Now… on to the good news. Not only am I free of EC and that insanity, Keeper of the Flame has a new home! Loose Id Publishing is going to publish my baby. I have reedited and modernized it…. man, a lot can happen in about 15 years. So YEAH!!! Flame has a new home! WOrking hard on reediting the Spark’s story and the three books that go along with it. *g* WOO HOO!

Keeper of the Flame as dropped just in time to hear up your fall! *g*


Well, that’s all from me right now. Going to try to get myself back up to once a week postings! *g*

Love you all


Guest Blog: VIP Room Service by Zenobia Renquist


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Flash has graciously volunteered her blog for me (Zenobia Renquist) to take over for the day and pimp my title. Hopefully you all won’t mind. And besides, I come bearing gifts. Okay, maybe not gifts. Gift implies I’m giving you something for free. Free is a lovely word but not one I’m using this time around.

I come bearing a sale.

It’s the start of the month and bills are due and your money is leaving just as soon as it hits your bank account. I know the feeling. There’s nothing more depressing than paying the mortgage. That’s a huge chunk of change to leave all at once. But, since I like having a roof over my head, I suck it up and pay the bank.

But we weren’t put on this Earth just to pay bills. Fun must be had as well. And it doesn’t hurt if that fun is inexpensive. So how about an offer that won’t make the pennies scream as you pinch them? How about 67% off the normal price? Yup. 67% OFF.

I’ve dropped the price of my Contemporary BDSM Hotel Erotica, MFM title VIP Room Service (Other Related Duties #1) from $2.99 to 99¢ until 26 September (Saturday). That’s $2 you’re saving. TWO. Almost a gallon of gas (depending on where you live) or a drink at Starbucks. Plus you’re getting sexy read that will put some extra heat into the end of your summer.

VIP Room Service by Zenobia RenquistA hotel erotica tale hot enough to set the screen on fire.

She offers satisfaction above and beyond what is requested.

Lexie’s job as a maid at a five-star hotel doesn’t normally include the unique and risqué form of room service that rich guest Mr. Malena has requested, nor the generous tip he’s offered. Submission and exhibition and a ménage. Lexie can’t resist. What should have been a one-time thing turns into an introduction into the sensual world of customer satisfaction. This is one workplace encounter that could get her fired…or will it?

NOTE: Title previously published as Wine Service (Professional Courtesy 1).

Genre: Contemporary BDSM Erotica, MFM, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism
Publisher: DZRB Books
Length: Novella – 37K (approx. 83 pages)
ISBN: 9781634750004 (ASIN B00V8RE64K)
Price: $2.99 99¢ – On Sale! (Ends 26 Sep 2015)

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Lexie backed up a step.

“Now, now. Don’t be frightened. Nothing untoward. I promise.”

She snorted. “What exactly is your definition of untoward? I just rode a bottle for your wanking pleasure.”

“That’s all part of wine service. As is what comes next.”


“I didn’t bring it up last night because of how skittish you were, but there is more to it than stuffing that beautiful pussy of yours with a five-hundred-dollar bottle of Chardonnay.”

“Five hun—” She choked on the word. She’d been riding a bottle of Chardonnay that cost five hundred dollars. True, she knew nothing about wines or why one cost more than another—beyond age—but hadn’t known a single bottle could cost five hundred dollars.

“Yes. In honor of you and your first night. I thought it appropriate a five-hundred-dollar woman should ride a five-hundred-dollar bottle.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Does it get you hot to think about it?”

“You’re insane.” She laughed. “You’re also joking.”

“I’m not. Call Franceska if you don’t believe me.” He gestured to the phone.

She looked at the bottle and then at him. “Five hundred dollars?”


“Wow.” She’d never had anything that pricey between her legs. Her most expensive toy had barely broken the two hundred mark, and here she’d used a five-hundred-dollar bottle of Chardonnay to get off. “So what else is there? Sex, right?”

“If you want, but not what I had in mind right this instance.” He chuckled. “I’m not as spry as I used to be. I need a little more time to regain my stamina.”

“You look plenty spry to me.” She eyed his semi-erect dick. It hadn’t gone limp after he came. A few well-placed licks would probably have it hard again in an instant.

“Bless you, dear girl. You are good for my ego.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the back. “Now then. After riding the bottle comes drinking the wine.”

“I’m on the clock.”

“Not you. Me. And a little shouldn’t hurt your performance.” He gazed into her eyes. “Unless you’re a lightweight.”

“No, but I don’t want someone to smell alcohol on my breath either.”

“True. True. But you won’t be drinking.”

“So why do you need me?”

He kissed her hand again and ran his tongue up to her wrist. “You’re my glass.”

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Zenobia Renquist is the alter-ego of D. Renee Bagby. Call her Zen or Renee, she answers to both. Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, she was born in Europe, has lived in Japan and in several states of the US, including Virginia, Florida, North Carolina, Texas, California, Maryland and Hawaii.

She moved a lot in her younger years and remembers all too well being the new kid in fish-out-of-water situations. But those experiences only made her better able to adapt, as well they gave her a love of travel, preferring road trips over flying.

Turning her favorite pastime into her career, Renee loves to build worlds and torture her characters for the enjoyment of her readers. She can’t fill everyday with writing alone, and also enjoys watching anime, reading manga, crocheting, knitting (yarn and mail), and binging shows on Netflix. She’s a Whovian (David Tennant for the win!), a trekkie (DS9 because Odo rocked), and a fan of pretty much every Marvel live action movie and DCU animated movie.

She has a wacky imagination and tends to write all over the place. In order to keep up, she only asks one thing—Leave Your Reality Behind to Discover Different and Unique Romance & Erotica.

I got Mr. August!!!

I got Mr. August! I Got Mr. August… *g* Meet Tego, omega by birth, bad assed and awesome by nature! *g* ‪#‎12A12M‬ 12 Amazing Authors, 12 months of passion.


“Just because my eyes are silver doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you up on this beach, people watching or no.”
Despite his size, his build, and his choice to wear his hair short in defiance of the popular omega hairstyles, he knew his eyes would always give him away every time. They were not one of the darker jewel tones that most alpha’s possessed, his were omega silver– bright and glittering– and a dead giveaway to his status even more so than the pheromones he fought to keep under control or his smooth soft alto timber of his voice.
“You are so lucky that I am not bashing your face in as a warning to all the alpha bastards who think they have the right to dictate how my life is supposed to be or how I am supposed to act.” He looked around at the crowd of alphas and betas, most were making no effort to ignore the confrontation, and saw that though some of them were staring at him in disapproval, most seemed to be outraged that the jack ass has touched him. In fact, a few of them were calling out encouragement to Tego as they filmed the confrontation on their cell phones as the short alpha’s face reddened in embarrassment.
“But—but—“ the alpha sputtered but Tego suddenly spun around back towards the beach as he picked up a familiar scent and heard a familiar growl. Raven, alpha assistant to Tamela Harvin on the Helping Hands, Caring Heart’s photo calendar, was trotting over in his direction and that particular alpha was not looking happy.
Not wanting to get the photography people involved in this stupidity at the beach on his account, Tego waved to the photographer and a few of his assistants that were following the angry male. Raven was a great guy, but Tego didn’t need extra muscle to handle this situation. He waved them away and noted that though the huge male stopped his forward progress, he stood ready for action should the confrontation got out of hand. He crossed his muscular arms over his chest though he still looked concerned, but the backed off and let Tego handle his own business.
“I can’t believe that you are so stupid as to use the word irreguardes let alone attempt to lecture tell me how improper I am.” He sneered, his fangs dropping a bit as he narrowed his eyes at the man now broadcasting fear and confusion in his scent pile. “You have one minute to get the fuck out of my face, or so help me Diana, Hecate, and the bunny princess pounding medicine on the moon, I will rip your fucking head off and shit down your throat.
With a whimper, the alpha pissed down his leg before he turned tail and ran from the area, the stench of his fear nearly poisoning the air around him,
The concerned alpha stepped back, but Tego felt empowered by the thumbs up the man gave him turned one more to glare at the upstart alpha.
A few omega’s clapped and the alpha shook their head at the fall of one of their own. Some began calling for an end to the Omega Protection Act and making the alpha’s that called out encouragement as Tego shook himself from his anger and tried to pull himself together.
Now was not the time to deal with society’s perception of how an omega should behave. Now he still had a job to do and even less time now to get to it.
Fuck alphas who thought they had to right to tell him what to do with his body, he thought as he carefully picked his way over the hot sands of the beach. Who was that dumb ass to tell him what he should and should not be doing with his body let alone touch him? The Omega Protection Act was stupid and antiquated, but the worse thing about it was that it gave some old fashioned pregnant and barefoot alpha’s permission to treat omegas any way they wanted with the moral high ground of saying what they did was legal therefore moral. Fuck that notion, Tego fumed as he moved through the growing throng at the beach and made his way towards the hotel. Slavery was once considered legal and moral but now someone caught putting a metal shackle on an omega would not live long enough to make it to a trial date.
Angry alpha’s and betas would take to the streets and revive the old ways and take to the streets to slaughter any perceived slave master as a sick individual who needed to be purged from the pack’s gene pool. In many opinions, including his own, the Omega Protection Act was just one step away from being the slavery, but now the shackles were to be made of paper and ink, and the domination of a gender appropriate because of it’s ability to bear young considered… civilized.
Disgusted, Tego turned and stormed down the beach and back towards the hotel, divorcing himself from the situation as quickly as possible. This little interruption took up time he didn’t have. From the looks of the hangers-on who had gathered to watch the photo shoot, they would have more than likely enjoy the spectacle between the upstart silver eyed omega beating the shit out of the short alpha. It was probably already making its way across social media.
Tego knew how strong and capable he was. Ever since he was sixteen he had been doing the best that he could to care for his siblings and no self-righteous prick of an alpha was going to make him late to continue that scared duty. And now he was running late. He prayed that the future predicted profits from this photo shoot were worth it. Tuition tome was coming around again and it looked like they were going to cut his hours at the bookshop as soon as the last of the August summer tourists rolled out of town. He had to think of something by then to make ends meet and keep his brother’s safe.
. He would prostitute himself before he saw his brothers starving and nothing would ever stop him from doing his wolfy best all to see them safe and cared for.
Despite the omega pheromones that sometimes surrounded Tego like some alluring perfume to alphas and t a lesser degree betas, he knew what he looked like and that it often left people more than a little bit confused when they first made his acquaintance. He didn’t look anything like the average omega and he behaved as if he were the most bad-assed alpha of them all.
Tego Morrison was six feet one inch of pure power. When he began to swell with muscle at the tender age of thirteen and his very proud alpha father had began to instill into him the principles of being the perfect alpha. After all with his rapid growth, what else could he be? At that young age, he stood nearly five and a half feet tall and his lanky form and begun to develop in ways that most alpha children dreamed.
Almost overnight his chest broadened and his skinny body blossomed until he no longer resembled his mother in face and form. His father had him pumping iron and training in marshal arts as soon as it was apparent his growth was not going to stop any time soon. As a security force officer, his father knew alpha material and thought it was his responsibility to, as his father put it, shape the perfect alpha.
He gained mass at a steady pace, ate enough to feed a small village, and still growth showed no signs of stopping until his eyes lightened from their dark blue to silver as his first heat struck at sixteen.
Heat, not rut.
His father had been devastated. Up until that point, Tego had been everything a powerful alpha could dream of in having an alpha son to carry on his legacy. But his appetite and growth, once a prize to be bragged about to the other security force brothers in his pack, was now a burden of horror and shame. He was nearly six feet tall by the time he was sixteen and he still wouldn’t stop growing.
What alpha would want a mate who looked and very well could take him in a fight? Tego was nothing like other omega males. He was too tall, too muscular; too sure of his own place in the world to even think about bending knee to any alpha he could beat up.
Tego finally tapped out at his full-grown height at seventeen, but the damage to his relationship with his father had already been done.
Even now, he looked about the beach and saw omegas, alphas and betas that witnessed the confrontation whispering and gossiping amongst about the pitifully large omega who would probably never find a willing mate even if he was right in his behavior in principle
Really, it was not like he wanted any of the ass-hats who stood around ready for a showdown between unknown alpha and the embarrassingly huge omega. He would rather ride out every heat with the help of his knotting dildo than to put up with one of those individuals who could not see how special he really was.
And damn it, he was special, he thought as he made it to the boardwalk and moved away from the masses of assistants and make up artists that came with the calendar photographer, Tamela Harvin, and her assistant here in Wolf Cove, Raven.
The sun beamed down on him as he deftly avoided screaming children at play and their haggard minders who chased after them and a few of the beautiful people who always hung out on beaches with their perfect tans and their perfect bodies ready to get laid. He frowned as he paused to pull on a t-shirt over the ragged tank top he wore for the shoot, and a pair of loose sweat pants over the trunks that added to the know mysterious alpha/omega look he had going. He knew his eyes were going to gleam silver in his photo and he didn’t give a hoot that the whole world would see him as a scandalous omega. It’s not like he was going to actually find a mate after all this time. As long as The Angel’s were seen to, he could not regret any turn his life would take.
He had just made it to the dark shade of the hotel’s beach lobby and slid his leather sandals onto his feet, when his mind began to wonder about all the realities of his life pressing down on him. He was trying to calculate how long it would take him to race across town to pick up The Angels from their sitter downstairs and start their dinner before he had to get serious about a term paper. If he ran he could probably make it home in time to even shower before he had to feed them. If he left now he could—
What was that smell?
In his headlong flight away from that embarrassing beach scene, he really had not been paying attention to what was going on around him. Now he was… there was… what… His walking slowed as he found himself lifting his chin, scenting the air around him.
It made his nipples hard and his ass grow soft and wet. He was suddenly glad for the layers of shirts and the baggy pants on over his trunks because one whiff of that intoxicating scent made his body react in ways that it never had before.
His cock hardened in his pants and his mouth began to water as a ringing, an odd tingling sound filled his head. He ignored the murmurs of the people in the lobby, the sounds of humanity as they moved about their business as the scent grew more powerful. The outside world all ceased to exist to him as his mouth watered and knew knees grew weak, He felt his insides quiver and a trickle of slick ran down the backs of his thighs. His body was shaking and his mind was racing and all he could do was track that scent. He had to find it.
Delicious, enticing, totally enthrawl—
He froze as he bumped into something hard. He brought his head down and then stood there in shock as his breath was torn from his body. Without a thought, without question, the biggest and baddest omega ever to be produced on Wolf Cove found himself dropping to his knees as a bright light flashed behind his eyes and his mind went blankall-the-small-things