Ladies and gents, hello. No, I haven’t died, I’m just working hard. And by working hard, I mean that I’ve had the last 3 Sundays off from work and I’m not looking forward to working it tomorrow. Joy.
Thinking about doing some writing tonight. First Peterson to comment gets a cameo!
…and selling for a measley $1.95 in ebook form. So why not visit Amazon or Champagne and pick up a copy today? Links on the book’s page, for other formats, see your favourite site.
Well, my collection of book covers is becoming quite colourful, considering the major colour of each of them is different. I hope they keep it up, with my seventh book, Cleaning Up, contracted to Carnal Passions this morning.
That’s right, all you horny fans out there; Jophrael L. Avario is back in the game.
The book is part of the Aphrodite Island series being concocted by Champagne Books. It’s erotica. And, if you couldn’t tell from the name of the series and the genre, it’s about people having sex on an island resort, run by Aphrodite.
Original, ey? ;)
But I’m sure there’s some good stories out there for it. Matt doesn’t want to admit it, but he helped me on this one (with the editing, get your mind out of the gutter!). So he now has ‘Erotica writer’ under his credentials. Lucky him, ey? :)
Click on over to the page (links are on the right, either on the coming soon gif, or the link under release dates). Have a read. Tell me what you think. Salivate over it.
And, sorry to disappoint, it’s m/f. No ménage or other in this one. Yet.
I went wandering after I dropped my OH off at an early-morning conference, and, on a whim, ended up climbing Mt Ainslie. In my robe, pyjama pants and slippers, I wandered around the summit taking photos of the sunrise. Check them out!
The probe circled the dark planet, beaming back images of the atmosphere and surface to the Harvord sitting in orbit. The probe was focussing on the far horizon, where the sun was rising against the darkness of space. The orange globe was a lot larger this close, and the people on the space station watched in wonder as the probe’s images began to take shape on the screens.
“Well done, guys,” the technician called from where he was sitting, his feet up on the computer controls. “We’ve spent six months flying to this hell hole on a bullshit mission to photograph a dead planet. And what did we find? Craters, yay.” He lifted his feet up, swivelling around in his chair in mock celebration.
The Captain stood up straight, glaring at the young man. She’d taken no liking to the boy in the last ten months aboard the ship, and the boy’s attitude hadn’t changed in all that time.
“Marcus, get your feet off the controls and do something useful.”
“Like what, boss lady?” he asked, purposefully dropping his feet heavily on to the keyboard. “All the shit I’m here to deal with has been dealt with. Unlike rock girl and photo guy over there, I’m useless unless something goes wrong.”
The Captain opened her mouth to reprimand him, but the guy staring intently at the photographs suddenly swore, gaining her attention.
“Boss, get over here and take a look at this. I think you really need to see this.”
“Feet off, Marcus,” she snapped at him, motioning the action with her hand. She made sure he did as she said and hurried over to the monitor that Glen was leaning over. “What did you find?”
“There.” He pointed to a vague spot on the monitor, a small black spot on the image.
“It’s a smudge on the lens.” She scratched at the monitor lightly, and pulled the remains of a dead bug from the glass. “Or maybe this would explain your problem?” She held the bug out on the tip of her finger, an inch from his nose. “Bug me when you have a real problem, Glen.”
“Then you might want to take another look, boss,” he said, his eyes still fixed on the screen.
She glanced at the screen and did a double-take. She reached out to scratch at the monitor again, but this time it was as clean as if it were freshly-molten. She leaned back and had another look. The bug on the screen had distracted the Captain from what had really caught Glen’s attention.
There was an object in the probe’s view, large as a planet and just as dead-looking. It was only a vague outline on the image, but the Captain immediately snapped to attention, barking orders.
“Get a copy of those images back to Earth, now! I want a report on my desktop in three minutes, as well as all copies of high-res images taken today. Katie, Glen, get looking. I want to know what that thing is, if it’s hostile or dead. And I want to know ten minutes ago. Move!”
Marcus’ feet bounced off the floor in his haste to follow orders. His hands flew across the touch screen and keyboard, using both in sequence to execute orders that the Captain didn’t even pretend to understand. She stalked across the bridge to her own seat, pulling the small touch-screen from her pocket, her thumbs working overtime.
On her screen, the object loomed.
“Is it a moon?” she snapped a couple of seconds later, examining the pock-marked surface in the high-res images.
“Mercury doesn’t have a moon,” Katie answered, her voice distant. “At least, not one we know of. But the object is too far away to be a moon, and moving in the wrong direction.” She flicked the screen, and the image she’d been looking at replaced the one on the Captain’s hand-held touch screen.
“That’s a projection based on the six-minute gaps in the photographs. That object is moving way too fast to be a moon.”
“Is it just me, or am I seeing a collision course on this graphic?” the Captain asked, zooming in on the time-lapse computer model.
“It’ll be a close thing, but Mercury should end up missing the planet by a few hundred miles.” Glen flicked a graph over to the Captain. “But there’s going to be a lot of turbulence.”
“When?” the Captain asked, sitting down in her seat and pulling her controls closer.
“With how fast that thing’s moving, if Katie’s model’s right, then we have twenty minutes.” Glen looked at the Captain, his hands still flying across the screen. “But her model’s wrong.”
“No it’s not–”
“It is,” Marcus cut in, flicking something to the Captain’s screen. “It’s sped up.”
The Captain abandoned the graph in her hands and grabbed the controls, her fingers shaking. “Hold onto something, kids. This is going to get rough.”
The scientists grabbed onto their desks as the Capitan plugged her orders into the computer. Immediately, the space station shot off away from the planet, knocking Marcus out of his seat. He scrambled to his place as the station broke orbit, floating free of the planet’s pull. She powered down the engines and used the forward thrusters to slow them, preventing them from floating off in the vast vacuum they’d re-entered.
“Here it comes.”
The four humans stopped their frantic calculations and stared at the screen, the Captain maintaining enough thought to hit ‘record’ on all the data programs running in the system.
They watched the large object as it entered Mercury’s scant atmosphere, no resistance offered. The object was barely smaller than the planet it was about to destroy, its entire image seen in the display of the space station above.
“Get us moving,” Katie whispered, then swung around to look at the Captain. “Now!”
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“Elizabeth. Here we are again.”
Liz looked at the psychologist, sitting back in his chair, studying her. She was an enigma, one that he loved to try and work out, in the short, bi-weekly sessions that her court order allowed.
“Here we are again.”
“How have you been doing?” he asked, steepling his fingers in front of his lips, his eyes darting over her face.
They’d been playing this game for two years, dancing around every issue she had—or didn’t have. She had found it frustrating to begin with, but then she’d seen the game he was playing. He was determined to out-wait her, she was determined to wear him down until the end of her court-ordered attendance period.
Liz hated the way he studied her, made her feel like a piece of meat, but there was little she could do about it at this point. The smug bastard had been asking the same questions for the last two years, trying to get her to talk about what had happened with Toni.
“Working, fighting with Phil. He filed for divorce the other day. Says he’s going to marry that bitch he left me for, and he wants a clean break.”
“And what do you think of that?” Dr Saunders asked, clearly knowing how she felt about it.
“I think that it’s within my right to stop it, as petty as it is. But I won’t. I’ll be the adult here. He’s moving on. It’s time I did too.”
Dr Saunders nodded, watching her. “In the spirit of moving on, why don’t we talk about what you’re moving on from. Why don’t we talk about Jamie’s death?”
He’d been bringing up Jamie’s murder for the last six months, twice a week, as though thinking she’d eventually break and tell him.
She was getting tired of saying no.
“Or we can talk about Phil. But these sessions won’t end until you come to terms with Jamie’s death.” He waved it off and leaned back, resting his head on one hand. “So if you want to escape as much as your body language is telling me, then I suggest you take it into consideration, Elizabeth.”
Liz stared off into the distance, looking out of the window. Her uniform, crumpled from spending that day at work, smelt faintly of the fire her division had helped put out that afternoon. Arson had become a big thing nowadays. Now that the Holiday Killer was dead and people didn’t fear for their kids so much.
That was the one thing that bastard did for this city, she thought. The fear of him kept hoodlums off the streets.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I don’t regret doing it,” she said, turning to look at him. “I didn’t regret it when I did it, and I refuse to regret it now because someone tells me I should. The Holiday Killer was a cancer on this city, and I got rid of it. I did what none of the others were willing to do.”
“What you did was illegal, Elizabeth. Do you realise that?”
Liz looked him in the eye. “Is it illegal to make the city safe, with no chance that the killer will come back, after he gets parole, or after so many appeals that the system gets bored of keeping him locked up? There’s only one thing to do to a sicko like him. Shoot him like the dog he is.”
Dr Saunders looked a little pale, but kept watching her. “Do you think that maybe you’re viewing this incident from a mother’s eyes, instead of the law’s?”
“When it comes to the sick fuck that killed and butchered my son, Howard, there is no difference.” She said it coldly, as though he’d irritated her. But she’d spent two years listening to everyone tell her the same thing. It was wrong, she shouldn’t have done it. But if it was their kid who was killed, they wouldn’t have hesitated.
“Then make me understand where you’re coming from. Tell me what you went through, what made you think that killing that man was the right thing to do.” Dr Saunders looked at his watch. “I have no more appointments today. Take as long as you want.”
Liz looked back out of the window, fingering the hilt of her gun where Dr Saunders couldn’t see. “It was a few days after Columbus Day, two years ago…”
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