Friday, October 18, 2013
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Skyclad is an only child who has had everything her heart desires. Until Love, Lust, and Family changed everything.
She is a law student just leaving Harvard to live in the big city of Boston. Passing the state bar was her goal. Life takes a new turn when an ex-lover tries to manipulate her, and a new man walks into her life, to turn her world around. Not to mention a new found kinship that turns in to what she always longed to have.
Four long years of law school to graduate in the top of my class. I have the first appointment, of my class to take the bar exam. I have the world ahead of me and somehow I feel like I’m missing something.
Yes I’m missing my parents, as they would have been so proud of me. Their only child becoming a lawyer: I just wish they could have been here physically, and not just in spirit.
I’m feeling sorry for myself, and I need to snap out of this. They have been gone four years now. I’m so ready to move out of the dorms, into the apartment that they bought. They spent a good bit of cash, just to have a place to come and visit me. They never had the chance to stay in it.
Moving day sucks, I have a small moving van booked to move my life of college, and law school into a large apartment in downtown Boston. The saddest part is I have never even stepped into the apartment. I have a key, and the code to get in .I just never wanted to.
As I pull up to the unloading dock, a large guy with a Boston Towers Apartments shirt on walks up to the truck.
“Hey you caaant Paak heeea!” he said.
“I’m moving in today,where do I unload the truck?” I ask.
“Oh Ok” he point to a large steel door. I park by the door. He hits the door and it is a large elevator.
“What Floora?” he shouts.
“15” I yell back. I like the guys in Boston, there rough and sexy as hell. I don’t have much, just about 30 boxes maybe.
“Heeea let me help ya. Ya anint got much shit” he said.
“No I’ just have boxes. That’s all. Where do I park the van, the company is coming to pick it up at noon?”
“Leave it heeea, I‘ll be heea. I’m Joe I work security heeea.”
“Hi Joe I’m Sky in 15a.”
“You mean 15 there is only one apartment on the 15th floora, no one has lived there sin foua yeaas.”
“Yes my parents bought it... They passed away.” I didn’t want to get into how or why, since I usually just give too much information. I need to not say so much, that is the only thing my professors would tell me.
I can hear all the professors now. “Skyclad shut up and listen, then react that is how to be a great lawyer.”
“Oh my sympathy” he said.
We get in to the elevator there is a key pad I put in the code. The elevator shoots up to the 15th floor, the door opens to a large white door with a key pad. I enter my code and the doors open.
The apartment is large with white sheet over everything. Joes puts the boxes inside my door. I just stop, and look around. I have never been in here before and this is all new for me.
“Nice pad girly” Joe said. He pats me on the back.
“Yes it is. Can I give you the key for the truck?” “shuuwa I’ll takaa caaaae of it.” Joes gives me his card, and said if I need anything to call him. I just love the way guys talk in Boston.
It takes me a good two days to get all my crap unpacked and put where I want it. My parents had furnished the apartment so it is fully stocked. The estate lawyer took care of all the things for me. Now I’m on my own. I have my cousin Zoe, and her dad left on my dad’s side. On my mom’s side I have her sister, Uncle Kevin, and my cousin Raven that is it. I have my best friend Geoff. He is in a band, and he is a tattoo artist. His band is going to play next weekend. Opening up for St. James. I really like St. James. I love the lead singers’ voice, very sexy. That is going to be an awesome show. I’m so happy for Geoff’s band to get this chance to play on such a great bill and on a Friday night.
My first night in my new place was nice, clear of yelling, people opening the community shower on you. The smell of vomit in the hallway. No more dorm life for me. I do miss Kami, she was my roommate at Harvard for four years. Kami is a crazy wild girl. She a little naïve, but I love her dearly. I’m just glad that I’m alone, to be able to walk around your house naked if you want. Not having to share food, someone using all of your shampoo and not telling you. Urrrg! Not anymore baby I’m a big girl, in the big world.
I wake up to a nice quiet house. I smell coffee; I fell in love with coffee studying in school. Boston Common Coffee is my favorite, along with Mike’s pastries. The chocolate chip cannolis, (sigh) so amazing.
Today is my state bar test. I’m ready for this. As I walk in to take my test, I take a deep breath, and I can smell jasmine. That is my Moms perfume she always wore. I just hope she is here with me.
I walk into a very dark hallway, the smell has my stomach in knots, and kinda makes me sick. I pass by signs pointing me in the direction to the exams. This is a large room, and everyone has the same look on their face. Yep, we are all scared to fucking death.
After four hours of test taking. Sweating bullets stomach turning, freaking the fuck out. It is only the state bar exam not like the end of the world... Well yes it is, it is my world, the only world that I want. I have always wanted to be a lawyer. I can tell that my heart is started to beat like a bunny having sex, I just don’t want to pass out like they do. I need to get out, and have a glass of wine or a beer, and some fun wouldn’t hurt. I’m very happy that this Friday is the day that Geoff’s band is playing.
I spend the next couple of days sending out resumes, making calls, and checking on the internships that I have applied for. I have sent out all my thank you cards for graduation. My Aunt Di and Uncle Kevin sent me a very nice picture of Mom, Dad, and me the day we all were in North Carolina for the opening of the new Race shop that they own.
It was a cool Friday night in the city. The way I was dressed you would think I might freeze.
I was ready for Geoff’s band to hit the big time. This was the first time they opened up for a Platinum selling band. This was going to be the big break that they needed. I’m a huge supporter Geoff’s Band. I have made all my best friends the same way, we all groupies of Geoff’s band.
I always liked to be a creative girl. I was always making custom outfits for all my friends. I was always getting asked to make something crazy for someone. Tonight, I was sporting a very sexy black buckle corset halter top. I love taking new things and making them my own creation. This one will show off my newest tattoo. I just love my large sexy dominatrix fairy. I liked the way that sprawled up my right shoulder.
Before my friends get here, I better go check my face.
Every time I look in the mirror I see my mother looking at me; knowing that if she were here she would be saying.
“Skyclad you’re a beautiful girl with a heart shaped face, and those bright blue eyes. Why do you have that smokey eye shadow, just be neutral. Your beautiful dark black hair makes your blue eyes sparkle.” I do miss her complaining about my makeup.
The buzzer rings and I run to push the button so my friends can get out of the elevator. This building is very up to date, the elevators are straight to the apartments above the tenth floor. To get up to the apartments you had to have a key or buzzed in. This was part of the perks of the apartment. Security was always on high alert in the apartment building.
I’m so excited that everyone is here ready to go cheer on Geoff and his band. Geoff is a sexy Tall 6’3” long curly haired well-built sexy as fuck. He has big shoulders and long blond hair. He looks like a sexy lead singer. He worked out two to three times a day getting ready for shows. Not only is my best friend he is my Tattoo artist. Geoff is the full on rock god he has full sleeves, and a large goddess on his back with a blue sky.
Geoff lived next door to me growing up. My house was the big haunted house. That is what everyone called it. I was an only child, so growing next door to Geoff, we became best friends he was like my brother. Geoff always took care of me, and he was very protective of me. I was always trying to find Geoff a girl, but never had any luck. He never gave two shits about the ones that I would pick for him. Geoff and I tried to date once in high school but it was too weird. We are better at being best friends and that was where it had to stay.
Our house had been in the family for centuries. My mom was born into a family with a long history in the Pagan world. My 5 times great-grandmother was a witch, and she was burned at the stake in Salem.
I was a different and difficult person. I was the kind of girl that loved to have her independence, but still needed to be held. I was a book worm, and always had my nose in a book of some kind. My grandmother was an Author and has written many books about life as a witch. I would sit for hours and read them over, and over just to feel the memory of her family. After my Mom and Dad died in the plane crash, all I had in Boston was my friends, Zoe, and Uncle Danny on my dad’s side? I have always been an independent person. When I was a little girl I never played with dolls. I was always hanging out with Geoff, and watching him play his guitar.
As the elevator start its ascent I hear loud voices, loud singing, and laughing coming up the elevator. Just about everyone in the apartment building could hear them. The elevator opens, and they come barreling in like a bat out of hell.
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Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Lucky Girl – How I survived the Sex Industry
By Violet Ivy
The intimate autobiography of an international call girl. Scary, funny and bizarre stories recorded for your amusement, edification or simply for interesting dinner conversation.
The sex industry is clouded in mystery. It has to be to some extent or it wouldn’t survive. But in this age of internet porn, buying pubic hair trimmings online and wife swapping parties it’s about time the veils of mystery were taken down.
For moralists, let’s visit the chicken and the egg scenario. Which came first the prostitute or the client? If there were no clients then obviously there would be no sex workers. But what if there weren’t any prostitutes? Would guys wank themselves silly to porn? Harass their post-menopausal wives? Frequent bars trying their luck? Or hassle the secretary and risk being charged with sexual harassment? Would statistics for rape be on the increase? Is prostitution a necessary evil in our society? Don’t mindlessly believe and quote information spoon fed to you by friends, family or the media. Make an educated decision.
Although it was never my intention to get into this industry, I’ve travelled the world, had incredible experiences and bought several properties. I won’t have to rely on the government pension when I retire.
My closest friends are co-workers, madams and clients. Brilliant people who I would never otherwise have had the good fortune to meet. I will never regret my decision to enter this field. It has not always been a bed of roses, but when I compare it to what my life might have been; cleaning job, shitty boss, marriage, perhaps divorce, mortgage, kids, living in the burbs, scraping by to give my kids a better life than I was destined for, I feel that I have been rescued…..thank God.
Money doesn’t make you happy? Tell that to someone thrown out of his house because he can’t make the payments or the mother who can’t afford Christmas presents for her kids again this year. I’ve been poor. Money equals choices. Options of how to travel on this journey we call life. Did I make some mistakes? Sure! But there’s not too much I’d change. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Money gives security. Poverty causes ulcers. Financial hardship can also make you compromise yourself in ways that being a sex worker never will.
This industry eats its young and damages those not strong enough to cope. Every worker has a different personality, head space, upbringing, personal history and therefore experience. This book is a glimpse of mine. I am not advocating anyone join the profession. That is a personal choice.
When I started out I could never have imagined what my life journey would look like or where I would be now. I don’t even know where in the world I will be in twelve months. What I will be doing? Who I might be bonking, caning or smearing with hot wax? Exciting isn’t it? Carpe diem – seize the day. I’m a lucky girl.
“Lucky Girl – How I survived the Sex Industry” is available as a paperback or E-book version;
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Violet Ivy grew up on a small wheat and sheep farm in the outback of Western Australia. A spray of freckles across her nose, pigtails streaming down her back as she swam naked in the local creek to cool off during the endless summers.
Who could have predicted her transformation into one of the world’s most elite, international escorts? The wanton woman satisfying the needs and desires of the most affluent men and women of the globe.
Life was not always easy for Violet. Hers is a rags-to-riches story from the seedy brothels of the mining town Kalgoorlie to attending the Kentucky Derby and the Oscars on the arms of the most influential men on the face of the planet.
Violet continues to work in an industry that can either make or break it's players. She has had to learn how to adapt and hone her expertise to climb to the top of her game. Based in Melbourne, Australia, where sex work is legal, she travels to far flung places, (if the money's right), as either a courtesan or a fetish Mistress, fulfilling her clients' needs and desires. Encouragement from friends and family to share her adventures led her to begin a series of books exposing the realities behind the veil of the oldest profession in the world. She introduces her readers to myriad bizarre, scary and hilarious people and situations she comes across in her travels.
Read what other esteemed authors are saying about Violet Ivy’s Debut novel…
‘From the opening paragraph to the final words I was hooked, no pun intended. Frankly there is no other book like Lucky Girl whether one reaches for Diary of a Call Girl or The Happy Hooker. Well, there is one comparison...the work of Nancy Friday who wrote in a similar fashion. When one writes about bondage and discipline it is necessary to keep in mind the sensibilities of readers who may not understand these matters. For me it was an eye-opener. Lucky Girl gave me an understanding of B&D that now makes complete sense to me. People should read this and understand the life and mind of a sex worker. It becomes obvious very quickly that not all are uneducated drug addicts who can't hold down a job anywhere else. I look forward to the follow up books. Violet Ivy is a writer, and that is the highest praise any reviewer can give. To possess such talent suggests that Violet Ivy is indeed a Lucky Girl.’
Graham Whittaker, Author, The Girl from Kosovo
‘…gripped me from the start …very readable, an honest account of someone 'who's been there'. An important work worth publication.’
Ruko Kitamaru, Author, No Ice Cream in the Land of the Cannibals
‘I read every chapter and want more. A fascinating look into your world presented with straight forward honesty, warmth and colour. Such a fresh contrast to the drab, dark or dirty shades that the media and society paints your career. I’m completely fascinated to know more about Violet, she's so real.’
K Malone, Author, Twell
K Malone, Author, Twell
‘I was interested in comparing this with Belle de Jour’s books which I read last year. Whilst I remember almost nothing of hers, I’m pretty sure parts of your diary will stay with me. You’re not afraid to tell it as it is; warts, unpleasant odours and all!’
Camac Johnson, Author, Hemingway Quest
Camac Johnson, Author, Hemingway Quest
‘A light and humorous but overall compelling biography….an in depth and revealing picture of the life of a sex worker, at the same time demonstrating that someone working in this industry has the talent and perspicacity to write a biography of this quality. Well done…..it’s really very good.’
Janet Holt and Helen Parker, Authors, The Stranger In My Life
Janet Holt and Helen Parker, Authors, The Stranger In My Life
What readers are saying about Lucky Girl – How I Survived the Sex Industry
‘Is this woman real? She must be. You couldn’t make this story up. I feel that I know her, the way she thinks, her motivations. Can’t wait for the sequel.’….Mel H, Birmingham, England
‘A real page turner.’…..George W, Ontario, Canada
‘More, more….more please! I got to the end and still wanted to keep reading. Fantastic!’ Irene K, Sydney, Australia
‘Very Belle de Jour.’ Fred C, Port Douglas, Australia
‘Good to see the Aussie perspective. You go girl! Can I take you out for a drink sometime? I know you’ve got more stories to tell.’ Dirk B, Brighton, England
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Skyclad is an only child who has had everything her heart desires. Until Love, Lust, and Family changed everything.
She is a law student just leaving Harvard to live in the big city of Boston. Passing the state bar was her goal. Life takes a new turn with an ex-BDSM lover tries to manipulate her, a new man walking into her life to turn her world around. Not to mention a new found kinship that turns in to what she always longed to have.
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Monday, September 2, 2013
Sixteen-year-old ghost hunter, Emma Hoffman thought that moving into an old Victorian was going to be awesome-- ghosts galore.
Much to her delight, she discovers that the house is haunted—not by a ghost, but by a construct (a spirit created to be a servant). As she gets to know Marcus, the construct, he asks her to help him avenge his maker and find her killer. Emma’s not too sure this is a good idea, she’s a ghost hunter after all, not a detective, but she agrees to help him anyway.
While trying to discover more information about the killer, Emma begins to have feelings for Marcus- feelings she isn’t ready to admit. Then the sorcerer who killed Marcus’s maker shows up at Emma’s house with an insane plan to capture Marcus and absorb his power- Emma isn’t having it. Marcus is hers.
When the killer performs a spell that begins to steal Marcus’s life force, Emma risks losing him. It’s a race against time for Emma to figure out how to stop the sorcerer and his spell before Marcus fades away and disappears from her life forever.
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There’s just something about looking at a cardboard box. You know what’s inside, but there’s still that jolt of excitement, energy that licks your nerve endings. Maybe it’s just the anticipation, I don’t know, but I definitely felt something. It could be that this was the last box I needed to account for. All the others, my boxes of books, movies, and knickknacks were checked out and were okay. This…this was the box that mattered the most.
The box was in front of me on the bed. I’d carried it into the house myself, not trusting the moving guys to carry it up our new, wicked-cool, wooden staircase. The new house was split between two levels with a landing in the middle that held a beautiful stained glass window. Last thing I needed was for the guy to trip, my box go flying through the air, and taking out that window. So, to eliminate that possibility, I’d carried the box up myself.
The last time I’d seen it was when I handed it to the moving guy. I’d carefully explained to the guy that this was a box to be careful with. Did he heed my warning? Probably not. It’s not like you can really expect anyone to be careful with your stuff except you. At 5’ 6”, I don’t exactly look fierce or anything.
I remembered wrapping everything in it in bubble wrap, taping up the box. I really wanted to carry it to Boston myself, but we were going by plane, and there just wasn’t enough room. I had to hope for a miracle.
So, I did the best I could and I hoped that it wouldn’t come open in transit. I’d even written, “Fragile” and “This Side Up” on the sides with a permanent marker. Now, if they paid attention, which I kind of doubted, nothing should be damaged. If my equipment was broken, I would not be happy. Granted, Dad would probably replace anything that was broken, but it wouldn’t be the same.
Memories rushed forward, pushing everything aside. I remembered Florida. I remembered the heat and the bugs. I thought I’d never miss it, but apparently, I did. No more exotic plants to watch out for, no more lizards poking around in the grass of the backyard. It felt dark here, like an expanse of nothingness that I couldn’t cross no matter how hard I tried to walk across the fog. I felt frozen and sedentary.
If the electronics were broken, the new stuff wouldn’t be from Florida, wouldn’t have been in ghost hunts with my friends. We’d called ourselves “The Ghost Chicks.” We’d run around Tallahassee trying to get people let us into their homes so we could investigate possible hauntings; no one ever really let us. Mostly, we’d gotten a lot of pictures of dust. I was really going to miss it.
I stared out the window. It was sunny and looked entirely too chipper. I didn’t feel chipper. I felt scared and uneasy. The unknown was something I dreaded, and this was a huge honking unknown. I opened the box with a pair of scissors and set them down on the bed. It was time. There was no sense in putting it off any longer. I had to do it.
After taking one last deep breath, I popped the cardboard flaps away from the tape and looked inside. Everything had shifted around. I reached inside, pulling out newspaper. At least nothing was missing, now if all of it worked…
Of course the heat might mess with the equipment too. I’m sure I had to be more careful about that in Florida than Boston, but still, it was hot. I wiped the sweat off my brow. The air conditioning wasn’t on high enough. Mom got too cold if the air was on too high. But then, Mom wore sweaters when it was seventy-five degrees. Mom was always cold.
Who knew it would be this hot is Boston?
I grabbed my book bag from the bottom of the staircase and headed off in the direction of where I thought Dad’s home office was. This house was so much bigger than it looked on the outside, but then, the way the yard was, you didn’t see how far back the house stretched into the backyard. The hallways were twisty and seemed to go in all directions. I felt like Alice in Wonderland fighting her way through a maze. I looked for anything that could be a hidden passage, but there was nothing; all the space was accounted for. It figured. But still, the walls felt like they were getting narrower. It was odd.
Finally, I knew I was near the office, but somehow, I’d gone down the wrong branch of the hallway. This hallway was darker than the others and only had one door at the end. My fingers tingled with excitement. Who knew what was on the other side of that door.
I tried the old brass knob. It was unlocked. After opening the door, I stepped inside. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. Colors of covers burst from the bookcases surrounding me like a multifaceted stone. It seemed to twinkle in the light streaming into the turret window. I’d never seen a library like this. It was the best library ever.
My friends back in Florida always thought I was weird for liking libraries. Yeah, I had an e-reader, but I loved the smell of a book. I liked holding the book as I read. There was some sort of connection I felt with a book if I could touch the paper. Holding a mini-computer just wasn’t the same.
This library was the type you’d see in old movies. Large windows that stretched from the ceiling to the floor, built-in bookcases of dark wood that lined the walls; filled with leather bound tomes no one had read in years. I was in Heaven.
I remembered the day we moved in that Dad had said something to the movers about keeping books. I thought he’d been talking about all of the books in his office, but maybe he was talking about these.
I dropped my book bag by the door and wandered into the room. I felt a reverence here. The room smelled faintly of incense and old books. It was perfect. I set my muffin down on a small table that held only a lamp and ventured further where I promptly bounced my shin off a low sitting coffee table.
After hopping around looking like a wounded duck, the pain calmed down and I limped over to the first bookcase. I let my fingers dance on the spines of the book. Some of them were the classics— Dickens, Hawthorne, Poe. Others, however, were in languages I did not know. Some of them were Spanish, which I could read. I‘d have to ask Dad about the others.
I moved from bookcase to bookcase, looking for something that I just had to read right now. It would be silly to enter a library and not find something to read. When as my eyes settled on an old book whose title had been worn off the jacket, I felt a cold chill creep down my spine. I knew it wasn’t cold in the room, hell it wasn’t cold anywhere in the house. I slowly turned towards the window.
Standing in front of the window was a guy. I hadn’t heard anyone come in, and I would have. The floor creaked slightly when you walked across it. I looked away and then looked back. He was still there. That was when I noticed that he was just slightly transparent. I could faintly see the cross bars of the window through him.
I wanted to run and get my camera, but I was afraid that by the time I got it and turned back around, he’d be gone. Who was he?
“Hello,” I said.
He turned his head toward me. That was when I noticed he was dressed in clothes like the ones I’d seen in history books of people from around the turn of the Twentieth Century. He stared at me. His eyes were bright green, almost startling in their clarity. His hair was brown and curled just slightly around his ears.
Simply put, he was beautiful.
He continued to stare at me. His eyes had a sadness that made me want to do something, anything to take the pain away. I shook myself. No, it wasn’t a power he was transmitting. There was something about him that struck a chord with me.
I realized I’d been staring at him so long, I hadn’t even blinked, and when I did, he was gone.
I knew I hadn’t imagined him. If I had, that was one hell of a dream.
I walked across the room, grabbed my muffin from the table and walked to the door of the room. I looked back. There was nothing there. My mystery man remained hidden. I snatched my book bag from the floor and went back upstairs to my room. I would have to start being more careful. At the very least, I should be holding my cell phone so I could snap a quick picture. It was stupid of me to not be prepared. Dumb me had left my backpack on the floor by the door. I at least should have taken the camera out of it.
Now, I knew my house was haunted. But by who, that was the question.
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Danielle DeVor spent her early years fantasizing about vampires and watching “Salem’s Lot” way too many times. After living briefly in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, she moved back to her hometown to write. When not writing and reading about weird things, you will find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a mocha frappuccino.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Skyclad's Quest Is the Second Book in The Quest Series.
Skyclad Le Fey is a young woman that had been though the trials in life. She is a smart, snarky young woman who loves music, her friends, and falling in love. Skyclad is a Harvard Law graduate, with the looks of a Rock Goddess. She is Heart Break waiting to happen. You will follow her through her love, lust, and heartbreak. Skyclad is a hot pink, take no shit kind of girl. Skyclad will be in your hands On October 15th 2013.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
My Personal Review:
The Poem is amazing
Blown away I have a big love of the title Luna Sanguis. So when I was asked to do the BLOG Tour I said yes. Then I read the book. I fell in love. I want to get all of Simon's books. I laughed and cried. The book is wonderful, as it will be pulling you form all emotional sides of your being.
A young woman is nearing her Eternal Vampire state as her birthday approaches. She is held captive by the hybrid vampire she created and slowly drained of her pure blood to keep his addiction in check. She outwits him and escapes to a chateau in the hope of reaching maturity. But he follows her unmistakable scent and massacres all that dare protect his supply of Eternal blood.
She awakens in a tiny room trapped and defenseless with amnesia, but something deep in her subconscious yearns to be set free by the next full moon – the date of her Eternal Birthday.
Her true self, Eternal, emerges in brief flashes of awareness to protect her from the horrors of this terrifying prison. Desperate, she forges an alliance with her true love, a gorgeous young doctor treating her.
But her nemesis is out there somewhere, relishing the hunt for her blood – and nothing will stop him from becoming Eternal.
ABOUT SIMON OKILL-
Simon lives with his wife, Shirlee Anne and their cat, in a pretty coastal town in South Wales, UK. They both love Stephen King and had read many of his books and enjoyed their transition to the screen. Due to their love of books they dabbled in writing for some years as a hobby. They were approached by a film company to write a paranormal TV series. They struggled most nights and all through weekends to come up with 22 episodes only for the company to go bust. After an accident at work Mr. Okill was forced to retire due to a disability
Battling with depression, his newfound skills of writing became his sword and their scripts templates for novels. His writing became more serious as certain A-list actors expressed interest in his scripts and his debut novel Nobody Loves a Bigfoot Like a Bigfoot Babe was accepted by Christopher Matthews Publishing after so many British publishers turned it down.
His new novel Luna Sanguis is due to be released July 15th and the sequel to Nobody Loves a Bigfoot Like a Bigfoot Babe is being penned as you read this.