Free Book Until Midnight Tonight PST!



“Twisted: Flashbacks” is available for free until midnight tonight, pacific standard time.  This is an e-book instant download at

If you do not own a Kindle, don’t fret! You can still read the book on your pc. Go here if you have a regular PC. If you are running a MAC based system, then you need to go here. 

I hope to give away as many of the books as I can. I’m sorry if you don’t have a pc or a mac or a Kindle. Please, don’t complain to me. There’s nothing I can do about what you do or don’t have. I do the best I can to see that you get free books this way. There’s simply no way that I could print and ship paperback to people for free…and I think that expecting or asking me to  is rude. Why do people think that it is okay to complain about the format when I am giving something for free?  It’s like complaining about free brownies and you can’t have one because you are allergic to chocolate. You simply don’t take one and graciously pass! You don’t complain to your host!

That said, I hope that the rest of you get your copy. I hope that you enjoy it. Here is a little bit of the book so that you’ll get an idea of what it is like. There are a few sexually graphic parts, but this book has a good story and it is the first in a series. The next book will be out in September. I hope that you really like the main character. Sam has so many facets to her personality that you won’t even scratch the surface of until the second book .


Taps played in the background as the seven Marines lifted their guns to the air to fire the first round of the 21 gun salute. Ka-Pow! The rifles made her jump and she looked around to see the reaction of everyone else around. There were people crying, mothers holding children in their laps, and others holding hands. Men had their heads down and their shoulders visibly heaved as they were overcome with emotion. Crack! The second volley seemed even more thunderous than the preceding one and now she could hear crying in the background. People hugged each other in a show of support. She could hear the commands being given to the rifle squad as they once more took aim into the baby blue sky and let rip. Boom! The final, thunderous round of gunfire made its intrusion into the clear September day. Sam looked around once more and watched the people all around her. There were middle-aged women, children, young men… She didn’t know any of them. She didn’t want to.

Sam stood in the background like a shadow, trying not to be seen or noticed. She felt as though she was inside a bubble and the world was simply going on around her, as if she didn’t exist. Wouldn’t life just be easier then,” she mused. She waited for the crowd to disperse. As soon as everyone had disappeared from the tent, she walked toward the casket which was draped in an American flag and covered with flowers. She stood for a moment, just staring at the finish of the casket. One tiny part of the corner of the casket was left bare, left uncovered in flag, flowers or adornment. In this corner, she realized that she could see her own reflection as she stood there. She looked completely out of place.

She realized that this tiny little piece of this box, that held what was once a life, was a direct representation of the tiny piece she’d had in that life. He was her father. He’d helped to create her. He had sex with her mother, created her and then walked out of both of their lives. He’d never been there. He was a stranger. She hated him, she loved him, she felt like she needed him… but he was gone. He had never taken the time to try to get to know her or to even look for her and now he never would. Yes, right now she hated him. Now, he’d abandoned her not just once, but twice. She laid the black rose she’d brought on top of the casket. She’d carefully picked it out. It was in sharp contrast to the red roses and the carnations with their banners that read Rest In Peace. Sam didn’t want him to rest in peace. No, she hoped he’d be tormented in some kind of hell to make up for what he’d done to her. She dropped the flower without touching the coffin and turned around to walk away; she had an appointment to get ready for.

She made her way back to her old Mustang and got in. As she fired up the engine and drove away, she began to do what she always did so well. The wall was already being built, one brick at a time. Mortar was her pain and the bricks were the events of her life as they unfolded. She built the walls meticulously and steadily, one day at a time, one brick at a time, with enough mortar to last a lifetime.

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Categories: erotica, Free Books, gay lesbian, lesbian | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “Free Book Until Midnight Tonight PST!

  1. dutchleonard

    I really enjoyed this story, I read it over my lunch and breaks yesterday at work on my Kindle. Do you have a 1971 Mustang?

    • My first car was a 1973 Mustang Mach I fastback with a hard top. I have always had an affection for mustangs ever since. 🙂 Thanks for your comments! I appreciate that you enjoyed the story. Look for the next book in the series in September!

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