Satisfy Me

Do me a favor and comment to the author, sydney molare, below and tell her not to call my job and report me writing for not working. She’s trying to mess up a sistah’s hook up, LOL. Then you need to be on the lookout for her book, Satisfy Me Again coming in December. The first book, Satisfy Me was soooo GOOD! I’ll keep you abreast of that too.

The Queen of Cliffhanger still reigns…

Oh you guys are funny, but thanks so much for the props. I love knowing you guys are forgetting work, sneaking places to read because you’re supposed to be doing something else, refreshing the screen awaiting on the next installment, staying late at work to see if I posted something late, burning food, and reading while driving.

Even though some of these are dangerous activities its nice to know that I keep your attention with Shane and “the brothers.” (At least I’m away from the twins.)

Okay, responding to questions and comments:

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Greetings! Readers and Fans

 

For years even through the success of stealing innocence on the Internet, I would deny I had fans of my work. I mean, I was always my biggest fan, because I can't tell you when I haven't enjyed something I've written. So when people would email and say that they enjoyed my work, I would respond to myself, "I enjoyed it too!" and to this day I till find it interesting that there are people out there that actually love what I've written because I really do this because I really really do love it myself.

I can officially say I have fans due to Google Alert who's let me know that people actually sit around and wait for me to post online. I thought I was the only one who wanted to know that, LOL.

This weekend I started working on organizing all the websites that I have my readers jumping around to. I wanted one big website where you can find me and all the things I do and to also put a lot of my web post in one big blog. So I started this one up on wordpress to get it going and low and behold as soon as I posted the first thing, I got a comment from someone. I was shocked because the website couldn't have been less than an hour old.

When I related that to my daughter, she thought that was spooky, but I didn't. I liked knowing my fans care so much about me that they want to know what I'm doing all the time. As long as they aren't banging on my door demanding for the next chapter of the rollercoaster ride story I'm working on, then I'm cool with it. (Now I have received threats close to this. I won't name the perps, BUT YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I've just renewed the restraining order though, LOL.)

Anyhoo, on to updates and so forth

Drawing The Line LIVE STORY IN PROGRESS! Oh what a tangle web we weave as Shane finds herself falling in love with two men. See which one she chooses and if she can't get away from her trifling family at the same time without ruining her life and career. Learn More

Sex Weed HAVE YOU GOTTEN YOUR TASTE? Our last live story is now COMPLETE and available to download for $1 for a limited time. Please take a advantage of me and get yours today! My bookstore link to this is: www.lulu.com/content/777837 If you would like an HTML or having trouble with the paying, please click below on the Paypal options. If you have paid and haven't received the completed book, please email the receipt to hubbooks@yahoo.com to get your HTML copy of the book. (That includes LULU payers as well). I'm always happy to make you happy. Our Price: (US) $1 USD ID/SKU: HTML of Sex Weed - Send Please Buy Now | Learn More

Secrets, Lies & Family Ties READ AN EXCERPT OF THE MUCH ANTICIPATED SEQUEL TO MISTAKEN IDENTITY http://sylviamhubbard.homestead.com/file s/Microsoft_Word_-_SLF-Excerpt.pdf Purchase your copy of the steamy sensual noir before its official release January 2008. Post your reviews of the book in the author's guestbook AND PASS THE WORD TO FIVE FRIENDS!!! VIVA WORD OF MOUTH!!! This is retitled from Sweet Reunion, so if you've read that one, leave your reviews about it as soon as possible. You might be choosen for the back matter! Paperback Price: $ Learn More

I do love the visitors that are coming in. I've been getting mad hits from India, Puerto Rico and my homeland. I'm just truly astounded as I said above that people are really talking about me.

I was at a Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority event this weekend and one of the soros said that a friend of her was reading one of my books and saying that she (the soro) needed to get a copy. (Gawd! Can't remember her name right now). But whoever you are! Thank you! So much! That validates that you guys really do pass the word and in the words of Sally Fields, "You Like Me! You really like me!"

Sincerely,

Sylvia Hubbard

Your Author and Blogger

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Coming Soon in Jan 2008, get your book clubs, reading groups and anyone else loves to read for HIS SUBSTITUTE WIFE. . . My Sister! Live Story that you don't want to miss!

PASS THIS TO FIVE READERS RIGHT NOW!!! THANKS!

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Update on the live story

If you're just joining us, please pop over to Drawing the line at:

www.drawingtheline.wordpress.com

We're up to Chapter 10 and the response has been phenomenal, but make sure you're telling five friends or even making donations to the funds to help me.

While this is going on, I'm going through Sex Weed before I turn it over for editing and I'm finishing up some short stories which I hope to post before I finish up this story.

I found a case of disc's with stories on them and I'm sorting through the mess to find a lot of the early ideas I played around with but never finished.

I'll be sharing them with you soon.

As for our next live story, The Substitute Wife. I'll post the synopsis in December and you can invite your bookclub or reading group to join along for the ride in Jan. I hope it's as fun and exciting as our last years story Sin's Iniquity.

I'm looking forward to it, but for now, I'll finish up Drawing the Line, get to The Substitute wife and then I should be done with Dark Facade by that time. Let's pray and hope cause that's the best sotry but I'm having such a hard time with it technically.

Have a great week and see you online.

Your author,

Sylvia Hubbard
www.sylviahubbard.com

Finding Drawing The Line

Yesterday I did a google on Drawing The Line. NOthing.

So I did a Yahoo search. I was impressed that it pulled up:

www.technorati.com/tag/drawing+the+line

Even though it doesn't lead to the story, it leads to the blogspot posts where the URL of Drawing The Line is at. hint hint wordpress

All the other search engines are whack... err... I mean weak.

Anyhoo, I'm on Chapter 3. And not one person has posted a comment, but I'm getting over 100 hits a day so I'm trying to figure out who's there.

Just so I can hurry this up for you, here's the URL:

www.drawingtheline.wordpress.com

Come join us and let me know you're there! Can't do it cause you're at work. You can also subscribe just for that blog at:

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See ya there!

Drawing The Line

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What I'm up to....

Just in case you didn't notice, I've posted the Jan 2008 story on the side bar.

I know, you're like, wait, Sylvia where did that come from?

Don't know. Just popped up in my head as is my usual won't.

But what about Drawing the Line and Dark Facade and Stealing Innocence?

Dark Facade is still a WIP and Stealing Innocence... well me and Lethal have some things to work out. Being in his head is not pleasant and I don't like the way I get when I have to deal with him.

Anyhoo, as for Drawing the Line, it's secretly being posted somewhere online.

Now if you're a fan of mine and you've been following me for a while, then you would probably have a listing of all my blogs I've done.

It's where you wouldn't suspect but you've been before and you have to find it. When you arrive, make sure you leave a comment to let me know.

Now if you can't figure it out or you aren't a good sleuth, you're going to have to wait.

Why the secrecy?

Because it's just fun and torture and heck, I wouldn't be the queen of cliffhangers if I didn't give you something to look forward to.

Okay, start the search. It's going to fun to see who gets there first.

Hurry up. I'm starting Chapter 2 tomorrow.

To my happiness, @ 4pm EST I put the last words on Sex Weed and I'm so happy and sad at the same time.

I hated saying Goodbye to Dyson and the twins and Melissa and so forth, but life must go on and now I'm going to concentrate on Dark Facade.

Thank you for waiting.

Sylvia is Tired.

Here's the deal.

I'll give the book another once over and on Nov 12th I'll post it for download for $1.

If you've already downloaded this book and can't get it, then either http://www.paypal.com/ me $1 to sylviahubbard1@yahoo.com, or click on the button:

I look forward to your comments to post on either my guestbook or at the sex weed lulu site.

Thanks again

Your author,

Sylvia Hubbard

SEX WEED UPDATE!!! NEW COVER & MORE ADDITION

.... and you thought I forgot about y'all.

 

I've been busy, stressed and so on, but the comfort of my purse laptop has helped a lot when I can't sleep because when it runs out of power it gives me permission to try to get some rest.

 

NEW COVER

 

The title has been a sense of uproar with females, but I just don't want to give it up. Stubborn as all get out and I just couldn't let it go.

 

So I decided to make it appeal more to mean than it would be females.

 

 

 

I might change it again. I don't know, but i'm feeling this one.

 

MORE ADDITIONS

 

 

From Chapter 42 I've added up to Chapter 46 and I'm working on all the way to Chapter 50 which I hope to add next week.

 

After that I think it's going to last about two to four more chapters. I'm still trying to work it out in my head and I really haven't been able to.

 

Wanna download?

 

Go to:

 

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To get the update.

 

I'll try to HTML it somehow by next week to, but right now I can't.

 

Thanks for sticking with me guys and being patient.

 

Love you!!

 

Your Author

 

 

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Payback, Inc- Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

“Hello.” Thin lips parted to reveal yellowed dentures.

The poodle growled.

Sweat oozed from my pores.

The old man sniffed the air. “Oh, that’s quite an interesting smell. What is that? Tar, paint and… cake or something?” He tilted his head, sniffed again. “I don’t think I’ve ever smelled that combination before.”

Schi moved into action. “Please exit the elevator. This is an emergency.”

“Oh, certainly.” The poodle growled again. “Hush up, Fluffy. I know this isn’t our floor but we have to concede to the emergency.”

Noticed the cane in his free hand.

Knocking against the compartment.

Swung it side to side as he left the elevator.

Stopped beside me.

Sneezed.

“Oh my, do you have a bird?” Hands fished a handkerchief from his back pocket as the dark glasses stared at us.

I hated when I couldn’t see the eyes.

“No sir.” I avoided brushing against him; pushed Les into the elevator.

The old man sneezed three quick times. “Someone must have something with down in it. I only get like this around feathers. But,” head tilted toward the sky, “it’s too hot for down.” Glasses rotated back in our direction. “Why would you be wearing down in this hot weather?”

TMI which could mean FUBAR for us later.

Time to get the hell out of here.

“Have a great night, sir.” Schi pushed at the button; eyes went wide as Les groaned and shifted on the gurney.

Old school cocked his head; listened as the doors moved to close. I took a step forward;
prepared to slap a hand or stick out of the way if necessary.

It wasn’t. But we had a new problem: Les was waking up.

My shoulders were in knots; a headache pushed at my temples.

Les coughed, pulled at the restraints, lifted his head.

Once he figured out the deal, he’d yell out for help.

Sissy.

Goddammit, if one of us is gonna be tense, it’s gonna be you.

I leaned forward, grabbed a handful of hair, and spoke into his ear. “Slave, I’m ten times worse than your mistress ever was. I’ll slice off your dick and hand-fuck you up the ass with it if you so much as flex another muscle or make another sound. Try me.” I scraped his cheek with the shank for good measure. Drew blood, which I didn’t mean to do, but what was done, was done.

Les stilled but I wasn’t taking any chances at this point. I stuffed the blindfold into his mouth; pulled the sheet up higher to his cheeks.

The elevator finally reached the lobby. Schi pointed toward the front exit but I stopped her; motioned toward the rear. She didn’t challenge me, just shifted gears and moved like that growling poodle was nipping at her heels.

We encountered no one between the building and the van. We slid the gurney inside and I positioned myself alongside Les for the ride. Schi threw the crosses and strip inside, closed the door and pulled out onto the street.

Seven minutes twelve seconds.

Too damn close for comfort.

This last leg of the scenario was six minutes top. I watched the landscape change from pristine clean upscale to marginal and further down, seedy as hell. Too seedy if you asked me. But Barbie demanded the entire degradation process, so here we were. Close enough to a bad area to degrade but hopefully not rough enough to get him maimed or killed before the cavalry arrived.

Schi stopped beside a school playground, left the motor running and opened the rear doors.

The cool air roused Les. “W—where are we?”

“This is your stop, baby.”

I removed the sheet, stifled a laugh as I looked over his rear again, untied the hands. Making sure no traffic moved along the street, I slid the gurney half out the door. Schi tilted it; allowed Les to crumple into the wet grass. His legs were pulled from beneath him and straightened; gave him that drunk, splayed out effect for the hell of it.

We pulled up to the bank of pay phones at a service station three blocks over.

“This is 9-1-1. What is your emergency?” The voice was crisp and professional.

“There is a man exposing himself by the Harrison School playground. He’s got on a white Halloween costume but I can see his...his penis sticking out.” Schi’s voice was a half-octave higher than normal.

“We’ll have an officer check it out. What is your—”

Schi replaced the headset; pulled back onto the street.

Flashing lights met us in less than a minute.

I imagined Les’ degradation process was gonna be everything Barbie thought it would be.

Our job complete, we high-fived before Schi began a very, very bad imitation of I’m A Woman, W-O-M-A-N.


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Schi pulled off the scrunchie; let the air flow through her hair as she drove home. Another job down, another bit of cash to collect. She rolled her shoulders, let some of the pent-up tension of the night release from her cells.

What was up with Mo?

She’d looked stressed as hell before the scenario but had been fine earlier. And the changing of the script: Don’t use the rear elevator then do use the rear exit.

One thing Schi knew about Mo was this: She never deviated from an uncompromised scenario plan. It was a rule damn near carved in stone.

But she had tonight for no apparent reason Schi could discern. They’d gotten in and out on time and completed the assignment without an obvious hitch.

Schi replayed Mo’s actions over in her head. They’d grown close over the few years they’d known each other; became real friends in every sense of the word. She felt they were close enough that Mo could talk about anything bothering her…but apparently that wasn’t the case.

Her mind travels were interrupted as she spotted the midnight blue Dodge Charger in her driveway.

The shit just got knee deep.

Flash irritation rose within her. This was not the time or the place. All she wanted was a hot bath in her Jacuzzi tub, a glass of Hennessey and sleep. Alone.

She pulled her Lexus beside the car; watched as the slim figure exited the Charger. Cut the engine as a finger tapped on the window, opened the door.

Arms spread wide. “Surprise!”

Surprise was right. Her home was her sanctuary; one that required a specific invitation for entry. This show up unannounced high school stuff didn’t work in her world. Still she hugged the body to her, knowing one touch was dangerous as hell but could think of no quick and plausible reason not to.

“Yes, this is definitely a surprise. What are you doing here?”

A smile parted the succulent lips. “I could lie and say I was in the neighborhood, but the truth is…I wanted to see you. No, I needed to see you. It’s been too long, lover.” Hands squeezed her waist.

“Yeah, it has been a minute.”

“Two months, ten days, fourteen hours and,” —a wristwatch was consulted— “six minutes and some seconds. Nobody’s counting, though.” The body snuggled closer; a leg inserted between Schi’s, trapping her against the car. “Surely you’ve missed me.”

Schi’s loins heated at the contact.

The Devil knows our weaknesses.

And in a moment of weakness, Schi had entertained Judy Molhon. A client. And Judge Greg Molhon’s ex-wife.

Mo would have a coronary after she shit bricks if she found out about this.

Schi let her hands tangle in the thick mane; knew she should walk away but the feel and smell of the soft skin held her captive as she remembered.

Ain’t no loving as good as taboo loving. Having a fling with Judy Molhon and her ex-
husband was as taboo as it got.

“I have.”

Maroon lips parted. “Show me.”

Schi licked the upper lip then the lower, hands cupping and squeezing the healthy breasts. Fingers found the nipples; pulled at the distended tissue through the shirt. Judy’s eyes glazed; pelvis tilted into Schi’s. Schi bunched the front of the slacks; pulled the material taut. Judy mewed.

Once I’ve hit it…I can always hit it.

Schi pushed the body from her, grasped the hand. “Follow me.”

Changing of plans could lead to good things, too.