I first discovered a love of writing in the sixth grade. I was in TAG (Talented and Gifted) classes during grade school. One day, our English teacher, Madeline Jackson, gave us worksheets to fill out which guided us through writing a short story. I was hooked. I’d always been an avid reader, since learning in the first grade, thanks to my grandmother. She read all the time and instilled a love of reading in me I still have to this day. I read on average two to three books a week. I’m proud to say I’ve passed this love of reading down to my eleven nieces and nephews. Writing seemed to be a natural progression for me. I continued to write, mainly poetry, throughout my school years.
After I quit going to college, I also quit writing. I’m still not sure why. It wasn’t until two years ago the urge to write struck me once again and I remembered my childhood dream of becoming a published author. I always knew I wanted to write romance/erotica because I really enjoyed reading those types of stories. I used to snitch my grandmother’s Harlequins and Silhouettes way before I was old enough to read them.
It wasn’t until I put the Kindle app on my phone and downloaded books from Amazon that I discovered mm books. The first book I read in the genre was Texas Rough by a wonderful author by the name of Sara York. I was instantly hooked on the genre. After reading mm books for a couple of years, I decided to try writing my own story. The first story I wrote was rejected, and even though my feelings were hurt, it was a great learning experience. Since then I’ve tried hard to become a better writer. My goal with each story I write is to make it a better story than the one I wrote before.
Two years ago I signed up for National Novel Writing Month and went to a meeting being held locally. There I met a wonderful group of people and joined their writing group. We are called The Wicked Wordsmiths of the West. Last year we published our first anthology called Wicked Words. This anthology is short horror stories we did for Halloween. At first, I wasn’t going to participate because horror was not something I’d ever attempted to write before or was even interested in writing. However, I decided to challenge myself. I’m so happy I did. I discovered a love of writing horror.
I’ve since published an anthology with two good friends called Eight Twisted Tales to Keep You Up at Night. I realized I enjoy freaking people out with my writing and I especially love putting a twist in each of my stories. I love to lead the reader one way and then surprise them with something completely unexpected. I decided for me erotica and horror do not have to be mutually exclusive and love thinking up stories which combine the two. The first book I published on my own is an example of my mixing the two genres. It’s called Depravity Book One Punishment and I refer to it as mm erotic horror.
My current book Bad Day is mm erotica without the horror element Depravity has. It was inspired by one of my favorite movies When a Man Loves a Woman. The opening scene to the movie has always been one of my favorites. I find inspiration for my stories everywhere. I’m constantly writing little notes with ideas, dialogue, etc. down.
Sometimes it’s hard for me to focus on one thing at a time so I tend to work on at least two or three stories at the same time. I’m currently working on book two for my Depravity series as well as a longer story for the main characters from the first Depravity book. Beyond that my Evernote app is filled with story ideas I hope to bring to fruition one day.
Title: Bad Day
Author: M.J. Ferguson
Cover Artist: M.J. Ferguson
Length: 68 Pages
Release Date: July 16, 2015
Blurb: After experiencing one of the worst days of his life, Greg stops at the first bar he sees to have a few drinks before heading home. There he meets the enigmatic Angel. Unable to resist the pull he feels for the mysterious stranger, Greg soon finds himself falling under Angel’s spell. But will Angel be his saving grace or is he the devil in disguise?
I took another sip of my scotch contemplating what to do next. I could easily take up one of the not so subtle offers I’d received since coming here. Mindless anonymous sex would no doubt get my mind off of things for a while and the thought of it, of losing myself in some nameless man and forgetting everything for a while held great appeal. It’s what I did when I lost the control I needed to keep my little world running smoothly. But I had curbed that part of my psyche that said it was a good idea. Not only would it not solve anything, I knew from firsthand experience that while it felt good while it was happening, when it was over I would feel even worse than I did now. Besides as hot as the some of the men were in this place, none of them truly appealed to me. For what I wanted - needed - only a certain type of man would do. And so far I had noticed no one fitting the bill.
Deciding this was a bad idea; I slugged back the rest of my scotch and winced at the burn as it slid down my throat. I pulled a few bills out of my wallet, slapped them down on the bar and started to get off the bar stool so I could leave. I patted my pocket to confirm my phone was there. I’ll call a cab from outside, I thought. The cool air would probably do me some good.
“You’re not leaving yet are you?” A deep, rough voice said from next to me.
I turned toward the voice to say I don’t know what - because the second I turned and our eyes met, I lost not only my breath but the ability to speak as I stared in to the fathomless pools that were his eyes. The lighting wasn’t the greatest-it was a bar after all-so I couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, but his eyes were so dark they appeared obsidian. I wanted to see what the rest of him looked like, but I couldn’t look away from his eyes. It was like his captured mine and wasn’t letting go. My eyes widened in response to the look in his. There was so much heat and lust in those eyes they shined with a feral light. I gulped at that look as my heart raced and my dick twitched.
He broke eye contact to look me up and down. From the top of my sandy colored hair to the bottom of my boots, he missed nothing. Everywhere his eyes landed on me felt like a touch. His eyes swept up again and met mine, then traveled back down looking at my crotch which was quickly filling. He licked full, sensuous lips as he stared at my cock which was now hard as a spike and pressing insistently against my zipper.
While he continued to stare, I looked him up and down as well. He had hair so dark it appeared black in the low lighting and a strong jaw with an enticingly heavy five o’clock shadow. It was so thick he either hadn’t shaved in a day or so or he had to shave twice a day. Broad shoulders led down to a flat, ripped stomach and narrow waist. Slim hips, strong legs, and a bulge so big it caused my ass to clench in anticipation.
I suddenly realized while we had been staring at each other, I hadn’t answered his question. But for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what it was. All I could focus on was the gorgeous specimen of manhood standing in front of me. He was pushing all of my buttons. Built with perfect proportions, add in the scrumptious looking chest hair peeking out from the V of his tight T-shirt and I was in heaven. I could see that his nipples were hard beneath his shirt, the outline of a nipple ring visible and felt mine peak in response. My eyes tracked downward stopping at his packed crotch. As I watched, his cock lengthened even more beneath his jeans. I could tell they were favorites by how worn they were. They were almost white in some areas.
“I said, ‘You’re not leaving yet’ are you?” That deep voice washed over me yet again and my eyes flew up to his, my face heating as I realized just how long my attention was focused on his dick. But in all honesty if you were looking at what I was looking at believe me you wouldn’t blame me in the least. It was all I could do not to drop to my knees and worship at his bountiful altar. I raised my eyes back up to his gorgeous face and saw the smirk on those thick lips.
“Like what you see?” He stepped closer, invading my personal space. I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I could smell his delicious scent. Hot, musky, all man with a hint of sandalwood. My mouth watered. I was in so much trouble. Standing before me was the embodiment of every fantasy, wet dream, and wish I ever had. I felt my knees go weak. It was a good thing I was still sitting on the bar stool or I surely would have slid to the floor in a puddle at his feet. How was a mere mortal such as me supposed to carry on a coherent conversation with a god such as him? My brain was trying to catch up with my cock, but it was a little difficult since all of my blood as well as my good sense had fled my brain and now resided in my cock. Again it took every bit of will power I possessed not to slide off the stool, drop to my knees, unfasten his fly, and suck what I was sure was an impressive dick down my throat.
West Virginia native Miachelle J. Ferguson writes as M.J. Ferguson. M.J. developed a love of reading in the first grade and her voracious appetite for great stories and amazing characters has grown. M.J. discovered her love for writing in the sixth grade and honed her short story and poetry skills through college. M.J. writes about complicated people and relationships, intriguing stories and psychological thrillers. She still lives in West Virginia surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers, family and friends. M.J. is a member of a local writing group The Wicked Wordsmiths of the West.
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