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And here we are at the of February and my last chance to proclaim love stuff! A while ago my beloved DW and I wrote a story together. He had the ideas, the plot and the characters. I wrote the story. He plays Elite: Dangerous with his HOTAS (Hands On Throttle And Stick) and his Oculus Rift glasses. Below is the blurb for what we came up with:
Corran Antilles is having a bad life. Schlepping cargo for the Federation doesn't pay. Even worse, the corporate hauler assigned to him malfunctions inside Trevithick Station. Before Corran's ship trouble costs him his life, he's able to land, but at the price of his job. Down on his luck, with no money and no way to get home, Corran thinks he’s hit the jackpot when a stranger approaches and offers him the chance of a lifetime. But of course, nothing in the Federation is free, and there's always a catch.
Now, you don't have to be a fan of Elite: Dangerous to like the story, and while some of the terminology is sci-fi I'm sure you'll be able to understand. I had this professionally edited for him and I kept it at 5k words but I hope to have more Corran Antilles stories in the future. A lot of what happens to Corran actually happened in the game. It's where DW got some of the ideas and such. This was so much fun to write and I hope you'll enjoy it as much as we enjoyed writing it.
If you want to download the story I've got .epub and .mobi file below.
Enjoy!
"I'm not going to write you a love song, cause you need one, cause you asked for it..." Then I realized, I don't have to write an 80K novel. He said story, not novella, not novel, not tome. Story. A story is anywhere from a sentence to the largest printed word ever in the history of man.  No I was not going to write a book the size of the food and drug regulations. But I can write something! So, with the top picture in mind I present to you, and DW... The Good Succubus Any guy this side of twenty, or that side of forty-five, would not pass up the chance to create their own woman like build-a-bear. Chicks do it to men. Don't lie. Women are always looking for that "trainable" guy. The one they can fix up. Dress like a Ken doll. Women see this as taking care of their guy, but really, it's their way of creating their fantasy man. So when the gates of hell opened up and up came wings, horns, chains and boobs I decided I might as well die happy. I knew what was in store for me. I was never going to heaven. Not with my reputation. No white wings for me--unless they were bat wings. Nope, I wouldn't be flying anywhere. Not with this gorgeousness in front of me. She slapped her hip with the whip in her hand and she squealed. Instaboner. Bad for the soul, good for the ego. Everything warned me not to touch but the chain leash around her neck proved tempting. Her eyes beckoned me to claim her. But if I did, going back was not an option. The road to hell was trying to sit in my lap. What do you do next? Grab the chain or banish the succubus? Leave a comment on which one you'd choose.
 I don't, often, bloody my sleeves but it's Valentine's Day and I wanted to say I love you to my guy. He's my world and the reason I can write. This Valentine's Day card is for my DW.
 Since this month is all about love and chocolate, I've decided that I'll be giving you all free cards to give at will! Send them to lovers, wanna be lovers, friends and family! Okay, this one might not be for family, but if you want to take a chance and express yourself to that special someone, this is the card! Take it! It's yours. Spread the love and eat some chocolate!
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