This cannot end well. Of course it can’t. But that’s in a week or two. For the moment, just be glad we’re back, Bad, Bad Lovers, we’re back back back! A week off for novel maintenance, over in another corner of the writer brain. Across the ocean, in a...
She waits on the porch, that is, for trouble to come, and come it does. Boy, does it. Of course, you could also argue that Bad, Bad Love herself is trouble. And in this, our first-foot-into-the-tender-twenties episode (20, already!), of our trouble-on-a-slow-simmer...
Time for Sweet XIX! The nineteenth episode, that is, of our most delectable, crunchy-on-the-out-side-and-tender-within, serialized novella, The Will of Venus (Otherwise Known As A Fairy-Tale for Superwomen). Livia’s still up in the air, the Valium and the...
You’ve missed them, we know you have–missed ’em so so bad. So! Fret no more. They are back. Marta, the mother of Bad, Bad Love itself, and Aunt Pearl. Maybe not everybody needs a Marta in their lives, but we all need an Aunt Pearl, and if you...
We’re back, we’re back, from a long break…the holidays, and Livia is used to having most of the month of January off (frequent in the hospitality sector, unless you work somewhere warm with a beach). Be that as it may, water under the bridge and all that,...
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