Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Sweet December

Author's Note

December is here once again. And it seemed only a few months ago that we were all happily sliding into summer and beautiful days of wine and laughter at the beach. Now it's time for jackets and heaters and settling indoors with hot apple cider and loved ones. 
2010 has been an eventful year - but aren't they all? - with beginnings, relocations, new stories, and new ideas percolating and making the year that much more interesting. After a wonderful Thanksgiving spent in the chilly but welcoming north, I'm preparing to leave behind 2010 with no regrets, only new things: a re-vamped website, the anticipation of Dangerous Pleasures, and a chance to see more of the world.
Have a wonderful holiday season. Love, love, love!
- Fiona

Dangerous Pleasures - Arriving Next month!

Closer and closer. January 25th is on the horizon and approaching with each new day. I've looked forward to this new book for so long that it feels like it's been a forever (insert exaggerated sigh here).
To read an excerpt from the new book, check out the Dangerous Pleasures link on my website. This novel holds a few surprises for my readers, as well as some new characters, and a whole new setting: San Diego, California.
You can pre-order now through or your local independent bookseller and have the book in hand by February 1st. If you want a signed copy and the possibility of getting the book sooner, send me an email at


February Blog Tour

To get the word out about my new book, I'll be embarking on a blog tour in February 2011. For the tour, I'll visit the blogs of some wonderful authors and editors, answering questions about the new book and anything else that comes up.
If you have any questions that you want these fantastic bloggers to ask me, send an email with it/them to:


Rumi Verse of the Month

I am in Love with Love
and Love is in love with me.

My body is in Love with the soul
and the soul is in Love with my body.

I opened my arms to Love
and Love embraced me like a lover.


Hot Shorts
“Why can’t men be more like lesbians?”
Kendra looked at Sara as if the slender lawyer held the answer to that question and more. Sara shook her head, smiling gently.
“You’re asking the wrong one. Maybe your god would know the answer to that, darling, not me.”
Sara leaned back in her chair, letting the gentle spring breeze ruffle the skirt around her calves. The honeyed scent of blossoms from the trees surrounding the coffee shop’s terrace blended with the creamed coffee smell of their drinks. Kendra sighed and propped her chin in her palm. Her straightened hair swung heavily forward, curving around one rounded cheek.
Sara’s affair with Kendra had been a brief indulgence from the previous year, a blatant rebound after she’d walked in on Rille with a student from the university. The second forgiveness, but not the second infidelity, not by any means.  Sara glanced down at the clear glass cup of mochaccino steaming near her hand.
“Vic is acting like a total shit,” Kendra said. “I tell him about one damn girl on girl relationship and he gets hysterical, getting jealous of every girlfriend I see. Boys don’t even worry him anymore.  And in bed it’s worse, fucking insecure but acting as if it’s my fault.  It’s too bad; he used to be a great lay.”
“Before you told him about us?”
“Right.”  She sucked her teeth and smiled over at Sara.  “You look good though.”
Sara laughed. “I know.  Martyrdom must really suit me.”          
She hadn’t come here to cry on Kendra’s shoulder about the madness with Rille. It wasn’t a coincidence that she’d finally agreed to meet up with her ex-lover after weeks of avoiding Kendra’s company. Sara needed the distraction.
Last night her lover had come to bed with kisses and revelations. After the tremors of satisfaction eased, leaving Sara’s body liquid and soft, Rille leaned over her with a different kind of attentiveness. There was a boy she’d recently met. She wanted Sara to meet him. He was beautiful. Special. Sara jumped out of the bed in shock, the air cool on her naked skin, denial of Rille’s desire for someone else rising up in her throat like bile.
No, baby. No. Don’t be like that. This is not like last time, Rille said.
No. This wasn’t like the last time. Then she hadn’t told Sara about wanting someone else. When Sara found them together in Rille’s office, the girl’s face awash in worship as she knelt before a cool-faced Rille whose legs were spread as wide as the chair would allow.  That was different. This was honesty.
Sara grasped her cup and sipped the hot drink, absently licking her lips to rid them of the foam she knew had gathered there. Across from her, Kendra followed the motion with a hungry look then blushed when she noticed Sara’s eyes on her.
There were good reasons Sara had chosen her after the short-lived breakup with Rille last year: Kendra’s commonplace good looks that were nearly opposite to Rille’s peacock-on-a-chicken-farm flamboyance. And her ability to be completely and absolutely immersed in whatever thing she was doing at the time.
Sara lightly tapped the table top with a long finger. “Honesty is overrated anyway. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him. I’ve heard that men can only handle bi-sexual girlfriends in theory.” 
“You should have told me that before.” Her red mouth glistened in the sun as she pouted. ”I figure since he asked me to marry him that he deserved to know.”
“I don’t know why you think that. Have you ever thought that he hasn’t told you about everyone that he slept with?”
Kendra sighed again, this time wrinkling her nose. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” The hot coffee she’d ordered sat on the table untouched. She leaned back in her chair, flickering her eyelashes up to look at Sara. “Distract me.”
It would be easy.  She could just reach across the table and touch her hand, slide her fingers between Kendra’s and suggest a quieter place, something wetter, saltier on her palate.  But she didn’t.  She never did.  Still, her thoughts continued on the same route.  Teasing.  Familiar. 
Life was simpler with Kendra: days of laughter and food and sex, the nights with more of the same.  But even with the sweat drying on her skin and Kendra tugging on her body for another round, her mind was with Rille, steeped in its misery, remembering her smell and their own after-sex rituals.  No, she hadn’t been happy with Kendra, she had been waiting.  Sara released thoughts of Kendra’s hand and smiled.
“Come on, let’s go to the park. We can sit in the swings and eat ice cream.”
Sara thought she saw a droop of disappointment to Kendra’s mouth, but was too busy gathering up her things to pay attention.
From Language of the Broken, a new novel.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Beautiful October

Author's Note

Except for that crucial touch of coolness in the early mornings and at night, early fall in southern Florida is about the same as late summer. It's still sun-dresses, picnics, warm rain, and afternoons at the beach. 

With this fabulous weather it's easy for me to think that summer is still here, but the holiday season is close. Halloween, Samhain, Thanksgiving, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Christmas, the New Year. They’re all just around the bend. 

Keeping an eye on the lightning passing of days, I’ve had to push back a few things that I’d planned for fall—like my writing and publishing workshops—while making sure that I stick to other deadlines that have less flexibility. Happily, it all goes on.

I've started something new with the "Hot Shorts" segment of the newsletter. Instead of my fiction, I'll sometimes have guest authors share some of their hot short stories. If you, or anyone you know, have a hot short you want to share, please send me an email.
Have a beautiful October! Talk with you again soon.


Hot Shorts

The Real Thing
by Beth Wylde

I shoved my way inside the crowded coffee shop, ignoring the complaints of the customers waiting impatiently for their caffeine fix. There was only one thing in the store I wanted, and it didn't come in a tiny, styrofoam cup.

My gaze roamed the store, a sudden shiver passing through me as my eyes landed on the curvy figure sitting at the back table all alone. My heart thudded in my chest and my panties grew wet. After six months of online foreplay my body was ready for the real thing. Judging by the look on my internet lover's face, she was entertaining the same thought.

Mandy jumped up and strode toward me, her lone coffee forgotten on the table. She leaned sideways as we embraced, her lips grazing the shell of one ear. "Remember the first fantasy you told me about? The wild one?" I could only nod my head when she grabbed my hand. "I got us a room." 

I'd known where we were headed the moment I agreed to meet her in person. Half a year of celibacy was about to end. My pussy was totally on board with the plan.
I let her tug me out of the shop, our steps fast and furious as we hurried to the motel down the street. It was naughty and insane and so illicit I was about to leave a wet spot in my jeans. "Oh God. We have to hurry." My knees felt weak.

Mandy put her arm around me and pulled a worn-looking keycard out of her purse.  "I know. Me too."
We both started running down the hall. I nearly crashed into her when she stopped in front of door number fifteen. "This is it."
I grunted in reply as Mandy fought to get the bent-up passkey to work. If the real sex was half as good as the online version I'd be a well satisfied woman. I'd done and talked about things online with Mandy that I'd never spoken to another soul about. She knew all my deepest, darkest secrets.  We were about to make fantasy number one come true now—hot sex in a seedy motel.
There were plenty more kinky adventures on my to do list but I couldn't think that far ahead. My brain had turned off the minute I'd laid eyes on her. My clit was doing the thinking for me and I was fine with that.

The light on the scanner had barely turned green when she pulled me inside. Mandy kicked the door shut with one foot and pushed me up against the wall. I felt the vibration of my back hitting the wood all the way down to my toes. Her urgency set my nerves to humming, ratcheting up the tension until I was ready to beg for her to touch me.

"Mandy, please!"
"Please what?" One hand strayed from its perch on my hip to the top of my jeans. She jerked the button open with a twist of her wrist. I couldn’t help groaning.
The sound of my zipper parting seemed loud in the hushed confines of the room, overshadowed only by my harsh and heavy breathing.
"Are you wet for me?"

Wet? I was fucking soaked. "Yes. I'm so turned on I can't stand it anymore. I need you." I'd never been able to orgasm without some type of physical stimulation but at the moment I thought it might actually be possible.
"How bad do you need me?"
I sucked in a deep breath and fought to calm my racing pulse. My heart was beating so hard in my chest I was worried she could hear it. "Bad, Mandy. Real bad. I need you to fuck me. I want to come screaming your name. " My clit pulsed in time with my request.

Her hand pushed inside my jeans and the muscles in my stomach contracted. Her free hand started pulling my pants down as her fingers inched their way inside my panties. I moved my hips and spread my feet in encouragement. Her finger had barely touched my slit when she found the proof of my statement. "Good lord, you're drenched." Her fingertip tapped against my clit and I bucked, my ass banging hard against the door.
"Yes, I am, and we're both wearing too many clothes."
 After that it was a race to see who could get undressed and get to the bed first. I beat her, but not by much.
"I rented the room for three hours," Mandy informed me while I was on my hands and knees, grappling to throw the wrinkled comforter off the bed. She grabbed me by the thighs and jerked me backwards. I squealed, the unexpected move catching me off guard.  

I felt the hard edge of something cold nudge against my opening. Before I could question what it was, Mandy pushed forward with one deep stroke and buried a ribbed vibrator deep inside my pussy. At the same time her mouth attached itself to my clit. I looked down between my legs, gasping as the combination of sight and feeling pushed me over the edge. I screamed, the orgasm catching me unaware. I clawed at the bedcovers and shook my way to ecstasy. My head fell down against the bed, my hands and knees shaking while I worked to slow my breathing.
Mandy pulled the toy out of my still spasming cunt, taking a moment to suck the juices off it before sliding her way up next to me on the bed. "Did you enjoy that?"

My reply came out breathy and hoarse. "God yes!" She kissed me and I tasted myself on her lips, but there was something else I wanted to taste more. "Now it's my turn."
I wrapped my arms around her waist, grinding my pelvis against hers in blatant mimicry of sex. Her eyes widened when I palmed first her left and then her right breast. I was busy working my tongue around one hard nipple when she threaded her hands into my hair and began to urge me lower. I paused my oral explorations and grinned up at her. "Is there something I can do for you?"
 Her sigh was full of frustration and pent up need as she tried to push my head past her navel. "Yes. You know there is."

 I took a minute to dip my tongue into her delightfully deep bellybutton. "What do you want? I'm a bit busy." I chuckled against her skin and she broke out in goosebumps.
 "Don't tease, Janie. I'm dying up here."

 I took her plea to heart and positioned myself between her legs, staring at the feast before my eyes. I licked my lips and went straight for her core. The cry she let loose was music to my ears. I was definitely going to add a few more hours onto the bill. I'd known all along the real thing was going to be good but nothing could have prepared me for the workout I got that afternoon.

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Rumi Verse of the Month

Your task is not
to seek for love,
but merely to seek 
and find all the barriers
within yourself that you
have built 
against it.

Monday, August 30, 2010

September, Awake and Ready!

It's the rainy season. For days at a time, the earth outside my windows gets rejuvenated by torrents of delicious rain. From safe under my roof, the sound is music; a frantic/tranquil chorus that can lull you into a deep sleep or wake you from one. Sounds of a beautiful Summer winding down into Fall.

My summer's end means the coming to a close of one of my current projects--the young adult novel due on the shelves April 30, 2011. Closing that project folder leaves me space to start at least one thing and I'm torn between putting time into the sequel to Every Dark Desire or the more literary novel in progress, Language of the Broken. Choices, choices. Both are a pleasure to dive into so maybe I'll end up working on both simultaneously.

Happy Autumn beginnings to you and everyone you love. Enjoy the thunder and the storms. Stay dry, if you wish. Be saturated, if you desire. Be contented.


Coming To Your Town?

The release of the new book is only five (5!) short months away. To gear up for Dangerous Pleasures hitting the shelves, I'm in the process of planning signings and readings around the U.S., Canada, and possible the U.K.

So far, I've signed up to be in Atlanta, GA - Austin, TX - Chicago, IL - Tampa, FL with more cities to be announced.

If you want me to make a stop in your city, drop me an email to let me know and I'll do my best to get there.


Upcoming Workshops

Write Your Novel Workshop

If you've always wanted to write that novel or you have one "in progress," this workshop is for you. In this series of writing sessions, we will push forward with our novel writing projects, explore methods to get beyond writers' block, make our stories come alive, and take the book to the next level. 

Location/Date/Time - To be announced. 

To sign up for the workshop taking place in the late fall, or to find out more, contact me at

Publish Your Novel Workshop

You've written that novel, now what? Sign up for this workshop to find out the next steps to take. In these sessions, we'll talk about what publishers are looking for, how to get your book publisher/agent-ready, and how you can make the process work for you. 

Location/Date/Time - To be announced. 

To sign up for the workshop taking place in the winter, or to find out more, contact me at

Drawing for a Signed Copy of Dangerous Pleasures

Enter a raffle to win an autographed copy of the latest Fiona Zedde novel, Dangerous Pleasures, shipped directly to your door.

The cost of a raffle ticket is $1. To put your name in the hat, email me at The winner of the raffle gets a bonus prize if they answer the question:

In Hungry For It, what is the perfume that Claudia wears?

Good Luck!


Rumi Verse of the Month

I have lived on the lip
of insanity

Wanting to know reasons
Knocking on a door.

It opens

I have been knocking
from the inside.

~ Rumi


Hot Shorts

"Study Session" Part IV

Mercedes immediately shrugged out of her shirt, throwing it in the general direction of the door.  Tessa moaned low in her throat.  She knew it.  Mercedes was stacked.

The hours she had spent burning out her imagination time and time again with visions of Mercedes’ breasts, nothing could compare to the reality of wide, strawberry-textured nipples, dark, like the perfectly ripe fruit, bleeding between her teeth. 

“Sit on the bed.”

When the woman did as she was told, Tessa immediately dropped to her knees and took a nipple in her mouth.  She wasn’t gentle.  Tessa pushed her nose into the sweat-scented skin, clawing at Mercedes’ back to get even closer.  She wanted to suffocate in the other woman’s flesh.

Tessa bit, sucked, licked until Mercedes was moaning, rubbing herself against the seam of her jeans, and when that wasn’t enough, she slid the zipper down, finger fucking herself until Tessa pushed her hand away.

“Not with me, you won’t.”

She drew the other woman’s cum-stained fingers into her mouth, licking them one by one.  Mercedes watched her with lazy lidded eyes, her lips parted on a silent moan as she allowed Tessa to push her onto her back.  Then with a sigh, one of regret, Tessa took both of Mercedes’ hands and pushed them to the strawberry nipples.

“Play with these, I’ll be busy for a little while.”

Tessa paused to make sure that her instructions were being followed, but with Mercedes she never had to repeat herself.  She was a very good student.  Tessa watched as Mercedes arched her back, bringing her hands up to cup her heavy breasts and stroke saliva wet nipples.  Tessa’s breath caught.  So fucking beautiful…

The other woman’s impatient moans brought her back to the matter at hand.  She bent her head, licking her way the other woman’s quivering her belly until she came to the barrier of cloth.

“You could take a lesson, you know.”  She murmured as she dragged Mercedes’s sticky-wet panties off along with her jeans.

Mercedes laughed deep in her throat, still squeezing her own nipples, the heavy flesh of her breasts overflowing her hands.

“Why are you always laughing?”

“Because life is beautiful, it makes me happy.”  Mercedes gasped at the first brush of Tessa’s breath on her engorged clit.  “Right now, you make me happy.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Tessa breathed.  Her nose lingered over the sea-foam scent of her, drinking it in deep, before allowing her mouth to become involved in the feast.  She directed a cool stream of air at Mercedes’ soaked slit, then hot.  The thighs on either side of her head threatened to close.  Mercedes moaned.

“I am so ready for this.”  She whispered before moving her tongue, once across the plump little button. Sweet.  Mercedes tasted so damn sweet.

The hot flesh swam under her tongue, firm and wet like late summer muscadines swollen in the heat of the sun.  Juice dripped down Tessa’s chin a she groaned into the oozing wet pussy.  Mercedes undulated under her, Tessa’s earlier instructions forgotten.

Her fingers were clenched in the sheets as she watched Tessa’s every movement, her lips parted in a breathless O, her lean body striated with muscle and awash in sweat.  This was every one of Tessa’s fantasies come true.

Her senses felt close to overload with the smell, taste, and sound of Mercedes, goddess-created and more responsive than Tessa had even dreamed as she groaned and writhed on the bed.

Tessa’s fingers slipped against the heated and damp skin as she tried to latch onto the wild thing under her.  That was all right.  She had better things to do with her hands anyway.  Tessa slid two fingers inside Mercedes and felt her own pussy clench.  She was so wet, so hot.  She felt so damn good.  Her fingers reached deeper, her tongue worked faster.

“Fuck!” Mercedes’ hips bucked against her mouth and fingers, thrashing fiercely as she came, alternately whispering and screaming Tessa’s name.  Her gasps were loud in the sunlit room.

She slowly caught her breath.

“That was really fun.”  Tessa stood balanced over Mercedes, a grin dancing on her wet mouth.

“No shit?”

The words came out breathless and low.  She reached up to trail long, pussy-slick fingers down Tessa’s cheeks.  She smiled into Tessa’s eyes before kissing her lightly on the mouth, a butterfly touch that sent tiny aftershocks ricocheting through Tessa’s body.

Then Mercedes extended her tongue with its silver adornment and licked at Tessa’s face, lapping her own cunt juice from her lover’s chin, cheeks, and mouth.  She sucked on a full lower lip and took it between her teeth before kissing the corners of Tessa’s mouth, first one then the other.

“Does that mean that this is the end of our session for today?”

Mercedes shook her head and tongued the parted lips above hers.

“Honey, we’re just getting started.”

Tessa shifted above her and pinched Mercedes’ nipple, then stroked it in response to the music of the other woman’s quiet groan.

Desire rolled inside her like a tsunami, flooding her thighs again, making her tongue wet with the urge to taste Mercedes again and again.  She wet her lips.  “Maybe we can get an extension on that presentation?”

Mercedes couldn’t seem to find the words to say no.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Dangerous Pleasures cover now live on Yes! -

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

August Pleasures

Author's Note

Summer is flying by and all, too soon, will be past us. Backyard barbecues, sunsets on the beach, and hot afternoons running through sprinklers are moments to be savored and cherished. So far, my short and hot summer has been spent writing the young adult novel, Dreaming in Color, taking pre-orders for the January-bound novel of erotic romance, Dangerous Pleasures, and getting to know my first ever Smart Phone. All while making time for trips to the beach, of course. Once I've finished the novel, I will be hosting a series of how-to workshops on publishing and writing in the Tampa Bay area. Stay tuned. Keep enjoying your summer. Be well.  And, as always, thanks for reading the words I love to write. - Fiona


Dangerous Pleasures Pre-Order

It's officially official! According to Amazon UK, Dangerous Pleasures will be available on January 25, 2011. If you want your autographed copy mailed by that date (or before), send me a private email to ( and get a jump on everyone else.


Upcoming Workshops

Write Your Novel Workshop  

If you've always wanted to write that novel or you have one "in progress," this workshop is for you. In this series of writing sessions, we will push forward with our novel writing projects, explore methods to get beyond writers' block, make our stories come alive, and take the book to the next level. Location/Date/Time - To be announced.To sign up for the workshop taking place in the late fall, or to find out more, contact me at  

Publish Your Novel Workshop  

You've written that novel, now what? Sign up for this workshop to find out the next steps to take. In these sessions, we'll talk about what publishers are looking for, how to get your book publisher/agent-ready, and how you can make the process work for you. Location/Date/Time - To be announced.To sign up for the workshop taking place in the winter, or to find out more, contact me at


Rumi Verse of the Month

Come into me 

that way again. 

Like a fresh idea
in an artist's mind.                 


Hot Shorts

For previous installments of this short story and other stories, see earlier blog posts.

"Study Session" Part III

She lay drowsing under the window with the sun heavy and stinging warm on her belly when Mercedes came by for their study session on Sunday afternoon. She was early.
Tessa turned her head at the sound of the knock, but didn’t bother to get up.

“Come on in.”

Mercedes looked around the room, eyes moving briefly over the obvious lack of furniture and the pillows strewn everywhere to the girl lying in the sun, with only a threadbare rug between her back and the hard floor.

“Where’s your roommate.”

“At her boyfriend’s place.”

“Good. Because there’s something we need to get out of the way before we start on our presentation.”

"What?” Tessa sat up.

After last night, she was sure that Mercedes would call to cancel or at least postpone their last session. Mercedes propped her book-bag against the closed door and slid the lock home.

“I know what you want, Tess. And obviously you can’t handle it. So I’m going to let go of all this tension for you… for both of us.”

Tessa stared into the unblinking eyes of the other woman before she stood up and walked past her to get to the bathroom. “Don’t play games with me, Mercedes.”

Her hands were shaking. What was this shit? Here was Mercedes, the woman who slithered through her day and twilight dreams, making it sound like … well like she wanted her. Tessa closed the bathroom door pressed her solitary aching weight against it.

She took a deep breath. Please be gone when I open this door. She picked up a washrag off the metal towel rack and put it under the cold tap.

The low sound of Mercedes calling her name reached Tessa from behind the door. Then the catch released and the door opened. In the mirror, Tessa watched Mercedes come to her.

The first sting of her tongue, an insistent snake at the back of her neck, snapped Tessa’s body to attention. She dropped the wet cloth.   The hands enfolding her breasts from behind had her own fingers curling into the edge of the sink, her breath scraping roughly in an unbearably dry throat. Tessa moaned and arched into those fingers, begging them to touch her nipples, stroke her harder.

“So is this what you want?”

All she could do was groan and push her ass against the zipper of Mercedes’s jeans, trying to prolong the electricity firing in her belly. Teeth opened on her neck and sank into the straining flesh.

“Is this what you think about in class?”   Blunt nails raked the inside of her thigh. “Did you want me to fuck you in the library?”

Mercedes’s hand pushed up the hem of Tessa’s skirt clawing at the hot skin as it raised the cotton higher. Her fingers brushed bare hips. A low growl of appreciation rumbled in her throat.

“No panties, Tessa? You were expecting me to come.”
Tessa groaned at the first teasing brush of fingers at the top of her thighs.

“Open your legs for me, baby.”

She helplessly obeyed, gasping when Mercedes’s thumb stroked her clit.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes. Please.”

The mirror teased her with its image of them, Mercedes’s tongue a tease at her earlobe, her hand stroking Tessa’s breast and nipple. But it was what she couldn’t see that pulled the breath from her lungs: Mercedes’s fingers sliding around her wetness, flicking against her clit, making her hips jerk against her hand.

An electric current jolted between her nipples and her cunt as pin-wheeled behind her closed eyelids. Her belly tightened and she fell apart with Mercedes’s teeth at her neck, her thumb hard against her clit. Her breathing was ragged, loud in the little bathroom, as she came as quietly as she could.

Through the wall she could hear her neighbor’s stereo, the sound of laughing boys. Tessa closed her eyes to the girl in the mirror, to her sweat-drenched skin and swollen lips.

“None of that, mouse,” Mercedes said with a soft laugh. We’re not done yet.”

Damn right.

Tessa was in a daze, but if this was all she was going to get of her Mercedes fantasy, then she was going to make the most of it. She turned around in Mercedes’s arms and kissed her.

A shifting push/pull of wet flesh, full lips and a pierced tongue that set her clit to jumping again. She slid her hands up under Mercedes’s shirt, palms flat against her belly and pushed her out the bathroom.

“True,” she said, her eyes drowsy but intent.

“Now the mouse wakes up. I think I’m going to like this.”

“You talk a lotta shit, you know that?” Tessa didn’t wait for an answer.

She pushed until the backs of Mercedes’s knees touched the bed, still engaging her tongue in that clit firing dance.

“I want to see your tits.”

(to be continued)

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Sweet July

It's been a brisk and hectic summer already with plenty already done but lots more to get through. Ever since I got back from Nicaragua I've been promising myself a day at the beach here in Florida but between Hurricane Alex, work to be done, preparing to move, and other things, I have yet to make it. Soon, though.

Fourth of July/Black Pride celebrations in Tampa were fantastic. Fireworks, family, parties, readings, meeting new people, trying to stay dry during the frequent downpours. A great Florida beginning!

I hope your summer has been stellar so far.

Dangerous Pleasures Pre-order

It's officially official! According to UK, Dangerous Pleasures will be available on January 25, 2011.
If you want your autographed copy mailed by that date (or before), send me a private email ( and get a jump on everyone else.

Tampa Black Gay Pride 2010

July started off with a beautiful gathering of folks in Tampa, Florida for Tampa Black Pride. Most of the events took place at the Comfort Inn Conference Center and ranged from literary titillation to shake your booty all night and get your drink on fabulousness. 

At Valentine's on Friday night for the Grown Gurls party.

Nora and some of her Grown Gurls at the Meow Myxxer on Friday afternoon

Sorors of Omicron Epsilon Pi

Hot transmen at the Meow Myxxer.

Rapper/Singer Shunda K and her lady.

Sheree L. Greer, writer and host of Oral Fixation, a night of poetry, stories, and more.

Kisses after Midnight now available to everyone. Everywhere.

The artist with a secret passion. An assassin on the hunt. A Jamaican exiled in snow. These are just a few of the women who come to life in this seductive collection of thirteen stories by novelist, Fiona Zedde.

Exploring themes of love, desire, liberation, and loss, these stories take the reader on a journey into the hearts and minds of unforgettable characters who linger long after the last page has turned.

If you read and enjoyed any of Fiona's previous novels - Bliss, Taste of Sin, Every Dark Desire, or Hungry for It - this is an anthology not to be missed.

For a copy of the new ebook in Kindle form, log onto For a copy of Kisses as a downloadable PDF directly from me and at a reduced price, send an email request to

Rumi Verse of the Month

You are quaffing drink
from a hundred fountains:
whenever any of these hundred yields less,
your pleasure is diminished.
But when the sublime fountain
gushes from within you,
no longer need you steal
from the other fountains.


Reviews, Reviews!

If you've already read Kisses after Midnight and would like to share your opinion of the eBook, please log onto and do a short review and star rating. Let me and the world know what you think.

Hot Shorts

"Study Session" Part II

The cloud of exhaust and dust left by the city bus slowly cleared around Tessa.  Sighing, she blinked the dust from her eyes and began the brief walk to Mercedes’s house. 

Already she could see the brick lined walkway and the empty porch swing swaying in the breeze.  She walked the block and a half with feet that longed to turn back and run in the opposite direction. 

At the door, she hitched her bookbag on her shoulder and sighed again, before rapping quickly on the dark wood.  A jet-skinned amazon answered almost immediately. 

“Hey, Stacy.”  Tessa greeted her Mercedes’s lover with a spasm that she hoped passed for a smile.
“Mercedes is in the sunroom.”  Stacy gestured down the hall.  “She was about to call and make sure you were coming over.”

I almost didn’t.  “My bus was running late.  You know weekend traffic.”

Tessa suddenly got the impression that Stacy was checking her out—tits, ass, and last of all her face—as if seeing her for the first time.   But that was probably wishful thinking on her part.  If she couldn’t have Mercedes, why shouldn’t her girlfriend at least show some interest?
“Come on in.” 
Tessa walked reluctantly into the cozy little house and followed Stacy down the hall.
Mercedes was sitting on the floor with her books spread around her, already scribbling in the thick literature notebook.  Today her hair was pulled back from her face with a deep red ribbon.

“Honey, I’ll see you later.”  Stacy bent her face to Mercedes’s.  Tessa looked away as their lips met and rummaged pointlessly through her own books.

“Bye, Tessa.” 

She only looked up after Stacy had disappeared and the sound of her footsteps was already fading down the walk.
“Sorry about yesterday.”  Tessa dropped her books on the floor and sat down.

Mercedes met her eyes.  “So what’s really going on with you, Tessa? We can’t do this with you acting like a lunatic.  This is our final project, and I didn’t invest all this time and money just to fail because we couldn’t get along.  So tell me what’s up.”  Mercedes tilted her head to one side and waited.

Tessa opened her notebook to an empty page.  “Nothing that I haven’t taken care of already.” Her corners of her mouth tucked up.  “Thanks for your patience.”

So Mercedes had to drop it. 
“Alright that’s the last section.  Let’s finish up tomorrow.”  Mercedes closed her laptop.  “Stace will be back in a few and I promised her I’d be done by the time she got back.”

“She has big plans for you huh?”  The unbidden image of a naked Mercedes, back muscles tense and straining above Stacy made Tessa’s cheeks burn.  She started shoving books into her backpack.  Why did their sessions all end like this?

“More interesting than what you have to offer, at least.”
Tessa’s head snapped up.  Mercedes raised an eyebrow at her study partner’s expression.  “You know. . . studying. Our Lit-Crit presentation.”   She smiled.

Tessa shot to her feet.  “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”  She was gone before Mercedes could react.
Real smooth, Tessa.  Real smooth.

(to be continued)

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Tampa Black Pride Events

Tampa Black Pride jumps off Thursday, July 1 and continues through until Sunday July 4th. I'll be bouncing around town enjoying all the festivities but I'll also be working. Stop by and say "hello."


Thursday, July 1, 2010 - 6 PM to 10 PM                      
Tampa Black Pride Host Hotel Comfort Inn Conference Center
820 East Busch Boulevard Tampa, FL 33612


Artists will be on-site after the performance to sell their books, CDs, and other merchandise. 



Friday, July 2, 2010 - 1 PM to 5 PM
Tampa Black Pride Host Hotel Comfort Inn Conference Center
820 East Busch Boulevard Tampa, FL 33612