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Ah, my alter-ego! I was trying to remember which name I'd used for that one.
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Alison Tyler
I know I'm biased — but I think all the stories in this book are sizzle-worthy. I read through over 700 submissions to choose 60 pieces. I had to do math — come up with 60 stories that would fit in a 210 page book — none over 1500
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I know I'm biased — but I think all the stories in this book are sizzle-worthy. I read through over 700 submissions to choose 60 pieces. I had to do math — come up with 60 stories that would fit in a 210 page book — none over 1500 words.
But damn, those authors showed me how to do it. Like this from Connie Wilkins' Junkyard Dog:
I wonder how long it's been since he's had sex.
Longer even than for me, I'll bet. It's high time I had more than his eyes on me.
I set down the sleigh runners outside the forge, shrug out of my denim jacket, adjust my low-cut tank top for maximum braless display, and step through the door. Dawg, wielding an acetylene torch, eyes shielded by a safety visor, doesn't see me. For a minute, until my eyes adjust, I can't tell what he's working on, and then, when I do see, I can't believe it.
He's building a woman. less
But damn, those authors showed me how to do it. Like this from Connie Wilkins' Junkyard Dog:
I wonder how long it's been since he's had sex.
Longer even than for me, I'll bet. It's high time I had more than his eyes on me.
I set down the sleigh runners outside the forge, shrug out of my denim jacket, adjust my low-cut tank top for maximum braless display, and step through the door. Dawg, wielding an acetylene torch, eyes shielded by a safety visor, doesn't see me. For a minute, until my eyes adjust, I can't tell what he's working on, and then, when I do see, I can't believe it.
He's building a woman. less
