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Excerpt from The Party, from Boudoir Stories    


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They hadn’t made love right away, but had driven out to the beach to watch the sunrise. Foreplay. They sat in the car and enjoyed the break of day together until normal breathing became almost unbearable, touching unstoppable.

They chose the car over the white sand with cattails that blew softly in the breeze. It was just sex, she had reminded.

As Sabrina writhed and arched over the 6-speed gear shift, slid her lust across the taupe leather seats, Dawson groped like a lost boy. Dawn’s first light bore in through the windshield. Her breasts were hard as melons, probably fake but it made no difference to him. He squeezed them.

Her panties, already down around her knees, left nothing for him to do but reach in, feel her readiness. And so was he. Unbuttoned, he sprang forth, quivered with desire, pushed to enter. A pile of condoms spilled from the dashboard onto the floor. Out of reach. Taunting. He made a move for them. She grabbed him, pulled him close. Demanding. He reached again but she stopped him, placed his outstretched hand on the soft of her inner thigh, pressed it into her wetness. Tongue in ear.

“It doesn’t matter,” she whispered. But he knew it did. Between licks he reached down, unwrapped one handed in one movement. Like riding a bike, he hadn’t forgotten how. Gingerly, he placed tube over tip, opened, spread, pushed. She was anxious, excited, forced its fit, urged rubber down hard as he dove into her. She was so ready.

By the time they climaxed the sun was pouring heat through glass. Warm leather. Ecstasy. Afterward, she wanted to smoke. He didn’t. She stepped out into the salt tipped air and lit up, inhaled deeply. He watched her. Audrey Hepburn hair blew in the wind, wet lips curled around cool menthol, bared shoulder pressed against hot chrome. She looked away. Distant. Aloof.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

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Titillating Tuesday

Posted on: October 25th, 2016 by Madison Lake No Comments

Excerpt from Salon Anticsbook-salon-antics

Genevieve stood beside Liam, hands on her hips, and glared at her ex.

“Dominic, what are you doing here?”

“I love it when you call me by my first name.”

“Instead of calling you ‘piece of shit’? But that wasn’t the question. What are

you doing here? Can’t you see we’re working?”

“I didn’t come to see him,” Dominic gestured toward Liam. “I came for

you, baby.”

“I’m working. I’m busy. Stop harassing me or I’ll call the police.”

“Oh, c’mon sweetheart. You don’t want to go and do that. Dominic wouldn’t

be very happy with you if you did, and you don’t want to make Dominic

unhappy now, do you?”

“Fuck off, Dom. You don’t scare me. If you keep hassling me I will call the

police. Don’t push me.”

Irritated, Dominic shifted on his feet and looked around. He was not at all

pleased with his reception. He had expected more from Genevieve. He had

expected her to succumb to his charm and good looks just like she’d done in the

past. Instead, she stood her ground. He was not impressed with the new woman

she had become.

Liam Irish kept his nose in his book. If Genevieve needed him, he would

of course come to her aid, but he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. He was not

a fighting man. Oh, he had been, in his hey-day, but that was long ago and he

meant to keep it that way. He was used to thugs like Dominic, low-life insecure

men who puffed up their chests and acted like big shots at other people’s

expense. Liam was so tired of that – so done. But he wasn’t stupid. Liam knew

enough that if in any way he irritated a creep like that, life could get ugly for him

or anyone associated with him. He planned to stay out of it, whatever it was.

Liam just wanted a quiet life, to do his own thing and not cross anybody’s path.

That way, nobody would cross his.

“Alright smart-ass,” Dominic said with sharpness to his voice. “Get your tight

little butt back to work, but I’ll be back, you can count on it. You’re mine and

don’t you forget it.” With that, Dominic charged out the front door of the salon,

hopped into the waiting Porsche Cayenne, and sped off.

“What does he mean I’m his? How stupid does he think I am?”

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Titillating Tuesday

Posted on: October 18th, 2016 by Madison Lake 1 Comment

Here is an excerpt from a new book I’ve started but am not sure whether it’s going to be my ‘next book’ or not. Read this snippet and let me know if it makes you want to read more, if it’s long enough, if you like where it’s going, if you are not interested in this time in history, if you hate it — whatever you want to say.


Quincy Jones had a problem. He had a soft spot when it came to women and like many men during the early days of the gold rush, he also had a hankering to gamble. The fact that he loved women — I mean, really loved them — wasn’t in itself the problem. The problem was that whenever he got himself into trouble it seemed there was a woman involved. At the moment, Quincy was hard up on cash, so when he rode into Laramie County, in the Wyoming Territory, one sunless spring day, looking to let off a little steam and earn a few bucks, he found himself staring straight into the face of misery. Misery, by the name of Dwight C. Harvey Jr., the town sheriff.

“Dammit, Jones,” the sheriff snapped as Quincy entered the saloon. “Ya got some nerve showing your sorry ass around these parts after that last fiasco.”

Quincy fidgeted with the handle of his Colt revolving pistol, shimmied up his holster (and pants). He spat to his right, not taking his eyes off the sheriff, then he politely kicked dirt over the pool of brown tobacco juice at his feet.

“Well, Mister Harvey, it’s a pleasure to see you too.” Quincy slapped a grimy hand on the back of the sheriff’s leather vest. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to find the card table so’s I can spend my winnings on the sweet cherub, Bessie May. I know she’s been waiting on me. She likes the way I go down on her.”

Quincy winked and handed out one of those toothy grins that flashed his shiny gold capped incisor. He pushed past Dwight C. Harvey, leaving the sheriff in a frustrated swirl of dust, as usual. 


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Change Up

Posted on: October 4th, 2016 by Madison Lake 3 Comments

Hi y’all. Just wanted to inform you that as of this week, I will be changing the weekly line-up on Music Monday will now be called Madison’s Monday, and although Tuesday will still be Titillating Tuesday, the format will change to better suit the name.

I’ve really enjoyed producing tunes to start off the week (thanks to friend and follower, Wilbur Gilroy, for his help and support), but I have to say, music is not my agenda. Writing is. So, on that note (haha), I have decided that Monday will now host a more personal blog, and Titillating Tuesday will be about writing, in whatever way, shape or form it presents itself.

When I say personal blog, I mean sharing on a more real level, so that we might get to know one another better – or you can get to know me. I want to discuss issues, thoughts and feelings that are relatable to everyone, and I hope my books can be more reflective of this. I sure would appreciate audience participation on these posts via comments and emails. It’s so important to keep the conversation going.   

Tuesdays, I will begin to share excerpts from a current book I’m working on. Or, I might post a poem or just talk about what I go through when working on a writing piece. Excerpts from my work will be a titillating way to entice people to buy and read my books and/or give a sneak preview into something new coming down the pike.

I don’t know if any of you remembers, but the beginning of the Madison Lake website, which was many years ago, included posted chapters once per week from the books I was currently working on, so that readers/followers could read the book like a television series and wait for the story to unfold week after week. It was a lot of fun and it might be something I would consider doing again. What are your thoughts?

Until next week…enjoy yourselves and as Lily and Olivia would say, ‘Be for goodness’. 


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