Miriam F Martin: 48 books

Dawn Copperpot comes out to the creek by the Sunset Corral for only one reason. Well, two—to be by herself, and to masturbate. After a long morning of mucking out stables, Dawn needs the me-time. Armed with a shotgun, a couple of sex toys, and her imagination; she waits for the sunrise to...

The local cheap-seats theater always smelled of burnt popcorn and spilled soda. Not even sure why I took Nikki to a show there. Well, I do know why… What happens when you take a beautiful woman to a cheesy zombie pirates movie? Great sex, of course! Midnight Show & Other Erotic Stories...

Tom wakes up every morning to Katie’s piano music. Predictable as Sunday morning. But one day while making breakfast, he discovers something missing. And he can’t put his finger on that missing something. His beautiful wife makes it a habit to please him, but Tom wonders if she’s...

This was their Sunday routine as a couple. He'd stumble downstairs first, to be alone for a bit. Make coffee, watch news and the sports shows, read the paper. She left him alone, knowing he needed the solitude in the morning. So she read a book, listened to the classic rock station for a few...

Empty house. Lonely and missing his wife. Dark and stormy night. Hunter just wants a stiff drink after coming home from a business trip. Not like Christine will be home any time soon apparently. Little does he know what surprise she left him upstairs. Hunter never received a gift quite like...

Her heart fluttered to the bottom of her throat, and Abby swallowed it back down. Losing her paycheck money didn't bother her too much. The fantasy playing out in her head, and the thought of finally making it real, made her sweat. Abby sets her attention on Patrick, the sexy waiter...

The Pink Taco. The best tacos in town, the worst landmark. The neon taco on the roof makes the snow look like giant pink glitter dust, and puts all the seven sins to shame. Especially gluttony. After a long day of being on her feet, Emily heads straight to the Pink Taco for a late night dinner....

The dark, clowns, and women—three things Jeremy Price fears. When he seeks out Dr. Jane Bernstein’s help, little choice remains but to face those fears one by one. But even in the safety of Dr. Jane’s office, that last fear can be paralyzing. Friendly, supportive, but certainly...

Quarter to midnight, and Stan wakes up at his office desk, computer paper stuck to his cheek, glued in place by drool and a sweaty five o’clock shadow. Tough life as an accountant during tax season. No time to nap on the job. Back to the grind for Stan. Until a woman in a black trenchcoat...

Date night. The perfect man. The perfect outfit. Terrible restaurant. Candice just wants a fun night out with Brad. He holds doors open for her, touches her gently on the elbow, and pays for the dates. But at Abby’s Restaurant, where the tilapia tastes oddly like cod and wine is served in...

Elsie Turner wants to be married to the man of her dreams. But being a career covert spy doesn’t help. Nor does it help when her life goes sideways on the day before her wedding, while standing naked on the edge of a cliff. Her fiancee, Kevin Kincaid, has no idea what he’s in for when...

Once, in the Temple of Luna, the charcoal colored marble walls echoed with the sounds of laughter, mandolins, and ribald poetry. No more. Not since the drought devastated everything. Not since the Guardian, the tree in the center of the temple, became sick. Alana Krisholm vows to heal the Guardian...

At speed dating night, Bryan Bachelor must learn to navigate the three types of dates: too crazy, not crazy enough, and just right. Not that he wants to play this game of Goldilocks. Nobody does. But Bryan promised his friend he’d do it. Some friend, who left with a sexy date on his arm after...

Boy meets succubus, and they lived happily ever after. For the most part… Even with the car radiator at full blast, the snowless chill still takes a bite out of exposed skin. At the top of the bluffs, the wind blows extra strong, rocking the car back and forth. Darren Henley wonders why a...