The Green Room
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Welcome to The Green Room!
Kick back, relax, and grab a glass of whatever you fancy. This is the place to get freebies, entry into exclusive venues (Access All Areas), and the latest goss! Cruise the news to find what suits your style. And have fun!
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Kick back, relax, and grab a glass of whatever you fancy. This is the place to get freebies, entry into exclusive venues (Access All Areas), and the latest goss! Cruise the news to find what suits your style. And have fun!
xxx
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Embrace ~ Excerpt
I open my eyes hazily and roll over, only to be greeted by darkness. The clock blinks mockingly, telling me it’s 3:30a.m. Blergh. I’ve only been asleep for two hours then. Last night’s session had been more full on than usual, with one of our regulars bringing some potent skunk. I’m not sure where they scored it from and I’m still in two minds whether I’d smoke it again but it sure as hell packed a punch. So much so that I’d lay bets our guests are still passed out on the couches and floor in the lounge room.
I yawn widely and cringe at the dryness and feral taste in my mouth. Why do I do this to myself? I reach out for the water bottle living on my bedside table and take a swig. I sputter and frown then take another small taste. Ugh. How long has that been sitting there for? I contemplate getting a refill. That would take extreme effort with how stoned I am. I roll onto my back and immediately regret the move. My head feels weird, the sensation hard to describe. It’s spinning but heavy and feels kinda cold. My eyes feel like they’re swimming in my skull and when I open them, the whole room is moving. I don’t like this feeling. I roll slowly back to my side and wait for the feeling to pass. My eyes are the last to return to my version of normal, since I don’t think the standard definition has applied to me in a long, long time.
I push up slowly from the bed, aware the spinning feeling may return any time. I breathe deeply and push up to sitting, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I rub my face with both hands then stand up. No shitty dizzy feeling. Fabulous! I reach out and snag the drink bottle from the side table and shuffle out to the kitchen. The whole house is quiet save for the snuffles and snores from the lounge room. Yep, just as I suspected. Everyone was way too wiped to get home. Hope the freeloading bastards don’t expect breakfast again. I’m getting sick of feeding the masses on my measly paycheque while I pay for everything else too.
I open my eyes hazily and roll over, only to be greeted by darkness. The clock blinks mockingly, telling me it’s 3:30a.m. Blergh. I’ve only been asleep for two hours then. Last night’s session had been more full on than usual, with one of our regulars bringing some potent skunk. I’m not sure where they scored it from and I’m still in two minds whether I’d smoke it again but it sure as hell packed a punch. So much so that I’d lay bets our guests are still passed out on the couches and floor in the lounge room.
I yawn widely and cringe at the dryness and feral taste in my mouth. Why do I do this to myself? I reach out for the water bottle living on my bedside table and take a swig. I sputter and frown then take another small taste. Ugh. How long has that been sitting there for? I contemplate getting a refill. That would take extreme effort with how stoned I am. I roll onto my back and immediately regret the move. My head feels weird, the sensation hard to describe. It’s spinning but heavy and feels kinda cold. My eyes feel like they’re swimming in my skull and when I open them, the whole room is moving. I don’t like this feeling. I roll slowly back to my side and wait for the feeling to pass. My eyes are the last to return to my version of normal, since I don’t think the standard definition has applied to me in a long, long time.
I push up slowly from the bed, aware the spinning feeling may return any time. I breathe deeply and push up to sitting, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I rub my face with both hands then stand up. No shitty dizzy feeling. Fabulous! I reach out and snag the drink bottle from the side table and shuffle out to the kitchen. The whole house is quiet save for the snuffles and snores from the lounge room. Yep, just as I suspected. Everyone was way too wiped to get home. Hope the freeloading bastards don’t expect breakfast again. I’m getting sick of feeding the masses on my measly paycheque while I pay for everything else too.
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Access All Areas
So, you're wondering about now what this Access All Areas thing is about... Well, I have a readers group--fan group by another name--where readers can come when they've read my work and have a chat with other readers.
It's called Aria's Asylum.
That should give you an idea of the crazy element in there! There will be exclusive excerpts and teasers occasionally, and I'll update my group first when something awesome is about to happen. If you'd like to join, then send me a request through the pressy button thing below this! It's not for the faint of heart--if you've reached the end of my books, then you're on the right track already! It's a closed group because there'll be content for over 18s only.
*Members will be screened for age, likelihood of having read my smutty musings, and whether or not the pimping of sunglasses is going to happen* (FYI, we don't spammers or sunglasses posts)
It's called Aria's Asylum.
That should give you an idea of the crazy element in there! There will be exclusive excerpts and teasers occasionally, and I'll update my group first when something awesome is about to happen. If you'd like to join, then send me a request through the pressy button thing below this! It's not for the faint of heart--if you've reached the end of my books, then you're on the right track already! It's a closed group because there'll be content for over 18s only.
*Members will be screened for age, likelihood of having read my smutty musings, and whether or not the pimping of sunglasses is going to happen* (FYI, we don't spammers or sunglasses posts)
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What is this goss you speak of? Simply put, it's a newsletter. You can join the mailing list via the button below and get updates on cover reveals and new releases. Given how slowly I'm writing at the moment, there won't be a flood of mail in your email inbox from me! I'd like to update you monthly on what's happening, some exclusive excerpts (after the Asylum get them), and even a competition or two. Get cracking!
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