My newest story - a Western called "Frontiers" - is quite the departure from Winter Jennings and modern-day Kansas City. Or is it? Killing is killing, and bad guys are bad guys. And, thank heaven for little girls, sex is sex.
In "Frontiers" I continue to explore mother-son relationships. Why? Because the subject interests me in RL. Like murder, like sex, family ties had to have resonated just as strongly in the Old West as they do today.
Acceding to pleas from a majority of my three remaining readers, I'll post a chapter every three days instead of every other day. They, poor babies, could not read fast enough, simply could not keep up. Lips got tired, I would imagine.
A magnum oater, 16 chapters. Voting to be turned on at the halfway mark.
Paige
PS … FWIW, a few hapless voters clicked on my name in the Big Clit jamboree. But, worry not, I'm hopelessly behind. (Not that I pay the slightest attention to reader scores!)