Coming Home and Coming Out Chapter 12


That night, when Julie tucked herself into bed, she discovered that Logan had left her a note on her bedside table. She smiled, picked it up and ran her fingers across the thick, black lettering on the front.


To my Jewel, it read. She felt the warmth spread within her as she held his note. It was the same warmth that filled her when she was a child and her mother was tucking her into bed. She held the note close to her chest, closed her eyes, and cherished the moment.


When she did this, she felt the long, slender bump inside the paper. She curiously unfolded the paper and the joint that had been tucked inside fell onto her lap. She chuckled, picked up the joint and read the note.


Don’t let yourself feel lonely. Mary Jane will keep you company. Love always, Logan.


She laughed a deep, warm laugh, lit the joint and lay on her back in her bed. She had smoked half of it when exhaustion crashed against her. She put the joint out in an ashtray on her bedside table, turned off the lamp and tucked herself into bed but she did not sleep.


She lay on her left side, staring at the unoccupied pillow beside her. She aimlessly caressed the sheets with her fingers, tracing a line where Tawny’s body should be. She hated that empty space because it was an aching reminder that she was alone. Mary Jane wasn’t the company she needed tonight. Tonight, she needed a warm body to cuddle up to.


She thought of the nights she had spent in this very bed, with Tawny.


Some nights, they had laughed and talked all night. Some nights, they had yelled and fought all night. Sometimes, they would do both these things in a singular night. This was the shape of things with her and Tawny.


Her mind cycled through the nights she had spent with Tawny, until it settled on one specific memory. She and Tawny had spent the night at George’s with Logan and some other friends. Logan and Tawny were shooting Tequilla so Julie stuck to beer.


Logan and Tawny got wasted and so Julie made them leave the bar and head for home. After Julie dropped Logan off at Michael’s house, the fight with Tawny began. She was angry that Julie had made her leave early. She was angry that Julie had supposedly been flirting with the bartender. She was angry for a million things that had happened, or that she had thought happened in the past.


So, they fought. They fought on the drive between Logan’s house and theirs. They fought up the stairs and as Julie struggled to open the lock on the front door, they fought. They fought as they walked through the door, through the living room and into the bedroom. They fought as they undressed and climbed into bed.


Julie couldn’t tell where the fighting ended and the kissing began but before she knew it, Tawny was on top of her. Tawny kissed the spaces between her neck and her breasts and then stopped, looked up at Julie and smiled. Julie smiled back, flipped Tawny on her back and crawled on top of her. They kissed passionately and then Julie made a trail of kisses from Tawny’s lips to her right breast.


Julie kissed the space around the nipple softly before flicking it with her tongue and, finally, covering it with her mouth. She sucked and teased Tawny’s nipples until she moaned in pleasure and when Julie was sure that Tawny was wet, she slipped her hand in Tawny’s panties.


This memory played in Julie’s mind as she lay in their bed, looking at the empty space. As she remembered the encounter, she felt her own undies getting wet beneath the covers. She slipped her own fingers beneath the covers, into her he undies and began to caress herself.


She thought of that night with Tawny and many other nights when they had pressed their bodies together until they had both found paradise. She moaned under the caress of her own finger. With her free hand, she opened the bedside drawer and rummaged around for her vibrator.


Her body ached for the feel of it inside her but she couldn’t find it. She pulled her hand out of her underwear, sat up in her bed and turned on the bedside lamp. Irritated, she rummaged through the drawer, searching for it. She knew it wasn’t there but she searched anyway.


“Fucking Tawny!” She yelled. Then, she went into the living room and picked up her cell phone. She searched her message list for Tawny’s name and composed the message.


You took the vibrator? That’s a new low, Tawny…Even for you…


She knew it was way too harsh but she sent it anyway. She was irritated. No, she was pushed to the limit and masturbating was the only way she could think to unwind; to release the pressure that had built within her for the past couple days. Now Tawny had taken that away from her, as well.


She carried the phone to her bedroom and put it on charge. Then, she re-lit the joint and smoked the other half of it, before drifting off to a long, dreamless sleep.

“Coven of the Courtesan” by Yolanda Shoshana…#BookReviews




4 out of 5 loves

“Strong women..magick…and lust…everything a woman needs to invoke her inner goddess”

Let’s get this out of the way, this novella looses a few points because of a typos and poor sentence structure in a few spots. With that being said, once the story got going, my heart was racing so fast and I was so enthralled in the story that I just didn’t care about the previous mistakes.

This is a great little story and I am a sucker for a strong, witchy woman and a great office fantasy. Shoshana manages to mix magick and consumer culture to create a seductive tension that is palpable in this short, but very worth the read, story. This is a great introduction for what is to come for Bast and I can’t wait to pick up the next installment.

To learn more about this book and author check out her Indie Author Spotlight, here on Indie Ashley.

Reading with my Tween: A review of Crescendo by Becca Fitzpatrick


I tend to read the books that my stepdaughter brings in from school. Sometimes it’s out of boredom but most of the time it is out of curiosity. I want to know what she is being exposed to. I had previously read the first book in this series and I wasn’t impressed so I never picked up the second or third books. As a reader, I found the plot mildly interesting…not original and predictable but not boring.

I am not a fan of this author’s writing style. There are some moments in the novel that I like…some decent description. Mostly, the author writes in a conversational tone that sometimes defies the art of writing itself. As a reader, I like Patch’s character. I think that he is the only character that Fitzpatrick cared to develop. The other characters are boring and often betray their own developments.

As I was reading the book, I often cringed that my 11 year old stepdaughter was reading it. I want to state that I am not, by any means, a conservative parent. My stepdaughter and I have a very open relationships and she comes to me when she has questions about ‘adult topics’. Here are the problems I have with the book, as a parent:

1. The relationships in the book are completely unstable.

This goes for ALL the relationships in the book. Nora hates her mom, is hateful to her best friend, glorifies her rivalry with Marcie and partakes in borderline abusive relationship with men.

2. Too many scenes in the novel glorify “lust”, rather than love.

The story is branded as a love story but it is really about lust. I can handle books that talk about cute guys and involve kissing and such but this book goes too far. There is one scene where Patch comes into Nora’s dream and it describes a very physical make-out session where “he puts his hand up her shirt and touches her back” and she returns by “wrapping her legs around his waist”. Another notable instance of this is between Rixon and Vee when Vee is describing a make-out session between the two and states “he seemed really into it so I was too”. This type of behavior is repeated throughout the story and although I have to commend the author for including talk of condoms (at least she’s advocating safe sex), I don’t like the idea of my stepdaughter thinking this is acceptable teenage behavior. Furthermore, there is a great lack of explanation of feelings as it regards to love so the reader is led to believe that the attraction between Nora and Patch is more physical than emotional…again NOT what I want my 11 year old to think of as “love”.

3. FULL of teenage rebellion

Nora, whose mom is absent for most of the story, tends to break all rules and boundaries by going to bars, staying out all the time, vandalism, ect. I’m not delusional about teenage rebellion: it hasn’t been long since I was there myself. Of course, I would like to channel the natural teenage rebellion into more constructive means (activism), but I am aware that pretty soon, my stepdaughter will find herself in a fair share of “trouble”. That being said, I don’t want my stepdaughter to receive so many tips about how to do it without getting caught.

Overall, the book is a decent read. It is a young adult fiction book, so I can overlook the childish writing style. So if you are an adult and you enjoy this type of fiction then you might be interested in reading this book.

If you are a parent of a child who is reading this book, be aware of the themes that are in the book. You know how impressionable your child is and if you don’t want him/her to be exposed to these themes, proceed with caution. I am not saying don’t let your kids read this book, it can be harmless. What I did, instead of telling my step-daughter that she couldn’t read it (I don’t believe in banning books), I talked to her about the things in the book that concerned me. I let her know that some of this behavior is dangerous and explained to her the trouble that it could lead to.