Author: Julie Richman

Julie Richman

I must've been 5 or 6 when I started writing "stories". I would write them and hide them.

Not wanting anyone to see my "secret" thoughts. I needed to write - even back then. Now I'm just not hiding them anymore. Is that a sign of maturity? Nah...

Writer, photographer, insatiable wanderluster, edge-player, foodie, music addict, pop culture fanatic, animal lover, warrior for the rights of people and planet, and avid cusser (am a Native
New Yorker, so very little offends me...and if I am offended, it must be pretty freaking bad..like
bad grammar!)

I am a big believer in signs and if we keep ourselves open, there are guideposts all along the way. Stay humble. Be true. Be you.

Life is not a dress rehearsal...

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$10 GIVEAWAY and a signed copy of Slave to Love by Julie A. Richman

Parking the Lotus, I quickly head to her side to help her out. She gives me a look and I laugh, “I’m only trying to be a gentleman.” I feign innocence. “Mmm-hmm.” Even her mmm-hmm is dripping sarcasm. Not commando. White lace. Oh God, she’s destroying me. I want to rip them off and lower her onto my lap. Impale her and discover what kissing does to her with my cock inside her. Damn it. Will I be able to keep the promises I want to make? Our waiter comes by and I order two Manhattans, smiling at Sierra. “Craving cherries?” Her eyebrows are raised. Oh man, she really is going to kill me tonight. “Only if they are yours.” “You want mine?” she asks and I can see she feels it. She feels our energy. “More than you can imagine.” “I would hate to deny you.” “Good girl. Then… Read more »

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