Twilight Fantasies

Saturday, 9 February 2013

EROTOSMUTTICA - Submission Call

We're calling for submissions for our Christmas 2013 release - EROTOSMUTTICA!

We're looking for stories that are full of heat and filth - the smuttier the better.

Stories should be close to 5,000 word count (give or take 100 words.)

Authors are encouraged to submit at least 3 stories for consideration for inclusion to the collection.

Stories don't need to carry a Christmas theme.

Each story MUST be submitted as a word document - NO EXCEPTIONS.

Typeface needs to be Times New Roman 12 point.

DO NOT use paragraph indentations.

Please use single line space (hit enter twice) to begin a new paragraph.

Each story submission must begin with a disclosure that reads similar to this:
"This story contains explicit sexual adult content. All characters are either 18 or over."

The author needs to assert his or her copyright that they are the original owner/writer of their submission and that the story has not been published elsewhere; either in print or online. Plagiarism is a crime and we will not tolerate other author's work being solicited if it belongs to someone else.

Royalty payments from sales are paid via PayPal, bi-annually.

We're looking for stories from the hottest erotic genres:

BDSM
ROMANCE
PARANORMAL
FETISH
INCEST
MILF
WESTERN

Please forward your email submission with 'EROTOSMUTTICA' in the subject line and attach your document/s. In the body text of the email please provide us with a brief bio about yourself and synopsis about each story you submit.

Submission deadline is 25th April 2013.

Successful submissions will be notified by email and offered a contract to publish with us by 10th May 2013.

If you don't hear back from us by 10th May 2013, your submission was unsuccessful.

We will not accept stories containing rape, bestiality* (sex with animals) or violence.
*Paranormal characters like werewolves and shapeshifters are exempt from this clause.

Please send your submissions to:

twilightfantasies_cgbpress@yahoo.com

Thank you.

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

C.Thomas Grey

NEW RELEASE...

Welcome to the fray, C.Thomas Grey!

Some of you would know our author with the silver tongue and flair for taboo erotica. He made his debut on Lush Stories in 2012 with a short erotic romp called Hump Day. He soon followed that hot and heavy piece with a highly taboo, Daddy/Daughter tale that set a few records for us here. Our Facebook page had the most hits ever with his debut story, and this guy is set to soar.

C. Thomas Grey is one of two pseudonyms our mystery man writes under. Arthur Murray being the second. We can expect to see a Paranormal Romance from him sometime this year, providing his fans continue to back and egg him on for more.

"Christian," as he likes to be called, is a fairly busy but private man. His identity, as a high rolling professional and serious business man, needs to be kept as far away from his fantasy life as an author. "Christian" maintains a modest home in Sydney's Western Suburb of Parramatta. He is a huge fan of photographer, Yuri Arcurs.

To celebrate his new release, we're giving you a sample of "Christian's" talent as an author. Come be seduced by his style and drawn into the taboo world of "Who's Your Daddy."

Published by Twilight Fantasies & CGB Press at Smashwords

Smashwords Edition

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Characters are fictional and are eighteen or over.

An hour earlier, Jasper was busy robbing the local 7 eleven. He since snuck into the lavish home of an old college buddy to hide out until the fuss blew over. It was a really stupid thing to do – rob a convenience store, but Jasper’s curiosity got the better of him.

Having been a college jock and star Quarter Back, Jasper was blessed with rugged good looks, blonde wavy hair and teal blue eyes that almost looked like a couple of mesmerizing jewels when compared to this tanned complexion. His bulky mass served him well as a fireman even if his towering height had him at a disadvantage when trying to keep a low profile.

He had worked hard to become a fire fighter, but when budget cutbacks were to blame for the loss of half his crew in a warehouse fire on the corner of 47^th and Main, it was the final straw for him and he lashed out at his boss. Jasper’s loss of restraint cost him his job. At thirty-eight, Jasper never really grew up. He held onto the prankster within that had carried him through college. Now that prankster was the reason he ended up fired from the job he loved and made him an outlaw.

David was a good buddy. His wealth came from shares his uncle bought him in a little company that went global, now known as Yahoo. The massive four car garage that Jasper sought refuge in only had two cars in it. There was one empty car space between the Jaguar and Porsche. The smell of the garage was a mixture of concrete, tyre rubber and motor oil – a manly garage smell. It reminded Jasper of the fire house.

The fourth car space had been converted into what looked like an empty office. There was a desk with nothing on it near a stack of tyres that he used as cover to hide behind, and there was a high leather backed chair snuggly tucked up close to the desk. Behind the desk there was an old couch. Above it hung a painting of the ocean with a lonely lighthouse shining its light out across the water. Jasper liked that painting the moment he laid eyes on it. There was something relaxing about it. The door in the corner of the room opened and Jasper ducked down as best he could to stay out of sight.

* * *

Rosie couldn’t stand it when her mother kept nagging her to keep the kitchen clean. She retreated to the garage with her laptop, locking the door behind her. Horny and in need of a little release, Rosie placed her laptop down on the desk, pulled out the high backed leather chair then sank down into the comfortable object. She loved the smell of leather – that was why her black leather jacket was her favourite piece of clothing. Rosie never came into the cold garage without it.

The paining on the wall reminded her of her first major art assignment. As an art student, Rosie was passionate about paining – passionate about life, passionate about the colour black and her leather jacket. The obsession with black clothing annoyed her mother. Rosie’s mother was the bane of her daughter’s existence, but Rosie had plans for a life of her own and refused to be squashed into her mother’s mold.

Firing up her laptop, Rosie logged onto her favourite sex story site, Lush Stories. She got up to turn out the lights in the garage and let the soft glow of her computer screen illuminate the way back to her comfy chair. Relief was on its way as she scrolled down the home page looking for an interesting story to pull her out of real life drama with the family, and into a debauched world where sexual fantasies came to life.

Rosie scrolled through the titles of the stories until something grabbed her attention. ‘There’s one that speaks to me – Hump Day. I could use a little of that’, she thought as she clicked the story and began to read. After reading the story, Rosie was a little relieved, but she craved more. She checked out the author’s profile, and he was hot! Something about C. Thomas Grey’s eyes and rugged good looks captured her attention. She had his profile open and was scrolling through. Her hands gravitated to the crutch of her pants when something stirred behind her.

Ignoring the noise at first, Rosie believed it to be another shift in the building foundation, another squeak, crack and snapping sound that had plagued the house from the moment the family moved in. She wasn’t frightened and wouldn’t let the sound put her off fantasising over this hot author. Rosie unbuttoned her black jeans and her hand soon found its way down her panties. Stroking at her clitoris, Rosie began searching all she could about the author. Her imagination got the better of her and she left his profile open on her desk while she sat back in her chair, closed her eyes, and imagined his skilled fingertips or tongue were having their way with her throbbing pussy.

This time something fell down behind her and she jumped out of her euphoric haze. The noise wasn’t due to a shifting foundation. She pushed back, leaping out of her chair to zip up her jeans then turned on the lights.

When Rosie turned around to face her desk, she saw nothing unusual. Her heart beat rapidly inside her chest as she flicked off the light and approached her desk. She sat back down and was startled by a male voice in the shadows behind her.

‘Don’t be afraid.’

Rosie almost jumped out of her skin and quickly got to her feet. She scrambled around her desk to turn on the lights. When she turned around this time, a handsome fireman was sprawled out alongside her laptop. His broad smile and teal-blue coloured eyes commanded her attention.

‘Who are you?’ she breathed.

He glanced at her computer screen. ‘Interesting read? I wonder, does your father know what you’re doing?’

Rosie crossed to her desk and quickly slapped her laptop shut.

‘You know my father?’ Rosie asked. She was confused by the man lying across her desk. His uniform gave her a false sense of security while something in his voice told her to keep her guard up.

He smirked. ‘We went to college together. Hope you don’t mind me crashing here for a few days.’

‘Does my dad know you’re sneaking around in our garage?’ Rosie noticed a strange bulge beneath his coat. His black coat with yellow trim looked a little singed and smudged with ash. He really could be a fireman, although the more she stared into his teal blue eyes, his rugged boyish good looks reminded her of an old school photo her father kept in the den, along with his trophy collection and other sports memorabilia. This fireman looked strangely familiar.

The man pursed his lips together, causing a distinct dimple to crease his cheek before he drew in a deep breath.

‘Not exactly, I’m hiding out. Hope you won’t give me up.’

Rosie stood up to gain a little distance from him and ran her hands through her dirty blonde hair. His smile was very charming and her pussy ached – unsatisfied.

‘Why would I give up a mate of my dad’s for hiding in our garage? I bet he’d be thrilled to catch up with you.’

The man rolled his eyes at her.

‘I’m not so sure he would if he knew why I was hiding,’ he tapped the bulge in his jacket.

Rosie swallowed hard. Dear God, please don’t have a gun, she silently prayed. The man laughed when her eyes stayed fixed to the bulge in his jacket. She summoned her courage to ask.

‘What are you hiding?’ Rosie’s lips went dry and she had to lick them. Her heart thumped like a drum that kept creeping up to her throat, threatening to cut off her words.

He appeared to be completely relaxed around her. At any moment she could scream and someone in the house might come to her defence, but she wasn’t sure she could count on her other siblings or her mother’s help after the argument they just had. No – she was truly on her own.

‘Can you keep a secret?’ he whispered.

Rosie frowned. She couldn’t explain the mixed feelings stirring inside her – curiosity, lust, fear. Curiosity won out and she gave him a slow nod.

‘I just knocked off a 7 eleven for kicks,’ he calmly said and reached inside his coat, ‘with this.’ He pulled out a cordless drill from his coat and pressed the trigger. The whizzing sound of the empty chuck made her laugh out loud.

‘You robbed a convenience store with a drill? How on earth did you get away with it?’

He set the drill down on the table, sat up then shrugged off his bulky coat.

‘Guess it had something to do with the uniform,’ he grinned.

Rosie couldn’t help but notice how fit he was. The flex of his biceps and tight fitting black t-shirt only served to stir the lust brewing inside her bosom, causing it to spill over and pool deep within her groin. She suspected the uniform had everything to do with his success.

‘Please,’ he motioned to the closed laptop. ‘Don’t let me stop you from what you were doing.’

Rosie blushed, wondering if he watched her earlier.

‘I…I wasn’t doing much,’ she stuttered. ‘I was just reading a few stories online.’ Her palms were sweating as she stepped behind the desk and sank into her favourite chair while he sat on the edge of the desk. The close smell of his smoked clothing caught her breath and she couldn’t help but cough and turn away from him.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed him lean down to sniff his shirt as she opened her laptop and logged on. The sound of two heavy boots hitting the concrete floor followed. She sensed him looking at her intently as she continued browsing, Lush Stories.

‘What was that story you were reading before?’ he asked as he slid off the desk then removed his overalls. When the bulky clothing dropped to the floor in a heap, he then stepped out of them, wearing long navy-blue cotton pants.

‘Um…I…I don’t remember,’ she lied. The heat from his body leaning over her chair made her a little nervous. What was he doing?

‘Look, I don’t want to alarm you, but there’s a pretty big spider crawling onto your shoulder…’

Rosie thrust back her chair into him then leapt out of her seat, brushing her shoulders then tussling up her hair. Muttering obscenities, she slipped the jacket from her shoulders in one swift, fluid motion and swished it down along the ground as though she were a matador –waving a red flag in front of a bull. Rosie heard him chuckling as she stomped on her jacket lying on the floor. Carefully peeling the corner of her favourite garment off the floor, Rosie was ready to stomp on the spider if it wasn’t already dead.

When there appeared to be no spider present on her trampled jacked, Rosie clenched the item in her hand and thrust it under his nose. She was close to murdering him for scaring her. If there was one thing she hated in life, apart from creepy crawlies, it was practical jokers.

‘You’re a bastard,’ she hissed at the handsome stranger as she returned to her chair. His grin was infuriatingly infectious, causing Rosie’s frown to morph into a giggle.

‘I couldn’t think of any other way to get you to remove your jacket, so that I could see how big your tits are.’

Rosie gasped at his frank remark. ‘Are you this rude with everyone you meet?’

His grin slowly disappeared and he suddenly looked very serious. Large, gentle hands swept her messed up, shoulder length hair out of the way as his lips made contact with her earlobe. Hot breath blew softly in her ear as he whispered.

‘Only when I want to fuck them.’

Rosie’s hands dropped from the keyboard, and she swallowed hard. Had he read my mind?

‘You want to fuck me here, in the garage?’ Rosie turned her head to face him and met his mesmerizing teal-blue eyes.

Taking her hand in his, he raised her fingers to his nose a deeply inhaled the scent of her skin before kissing her delicate fingertips. Rosie’s pulse raced as his tongue licked between each finger.

‘I think you want me to fuck you here, in the garage…’ he whispered. ‘Mmm, you taste so sweet.’

Trembling with desire, Rosie gave a shy nod. She had never been seduced by an older man before, but fantasised over it many times.

‘How old are you - seventeen, eighteen?’ he cooed as he ran his fingers through her hair.

‘Eighteen,’ Rosie breathlessly replied.

‘Then you must be Dave’s firstborn, Rosie.’

‘Yes,’ she blushed as her eyes flickered between his eyes and lips.

‘I’m Jasper Dean, your father’s college roommate and oldest friend,’ whispered Jasper as the distance between the two of them grew smaller.

‘Hi, Jasper,’ Rosie whispered as he moved in slowly, bent his head then kissed her.

Leaning heavily on her chair, he explored her mouth with his tongue before pausing to bite her lower lip.

‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ he growled between kisses.

‘Not anymore,’ she replied, taking his head in her hands to revel in his kisses.

‘What happened – your father didn’t like the guy?’ Jasper smirked.

Rosie pulled away from him to stare into his gorgeous teal blue eyes. She didn’t have much experience with the opposite sex, but her youthful hormones ruled her actions.

‘Yeah, how did you know?’

‘If you were my daughter, I wouldn’t let some teenage bag of hormones anywhere near you.’

Rosie couldn’t believe her ears. Here was a man, who was sexy as hell, old enough to be her father and every bit as protective, making a pass at her.

‘My ex, Greg, was the only guy I have been with. I’m afraid I don’t have much experience.’ Rosie glanced down at the idle laptop screen that flickered into hibernation mode. Since reading the stories on Lush, Rosie became more and more aware that a whole new world was waiting for her to explore. Some of the stories aroused her curiosity, indulging her fantasies for older men – including her father.

‘You’re very attractive, Rosie.’ Jasper cooed as he traced his finger down the side of her cheek. ‘I’d love to help you explore your sexual boundaries. Be your teacher, show you how a man can please a woman…’ his voice trailed off as he went in for another kiss.

* * *

Seducing one as young as Rosie would have been tricky, had she been a virgin, but since she wasn’t so innocent anymore meant she might be persuaded and coaxed into an advanced education in the art of sex.

Jasper’s desire grew as he watched her sit at the desk, frigging herself silly while reading sex stories, and knew she was ripe. An easy lay – a horny teenage girl with a high level of debauched curiosity. The best part was he had his buddy to thank for spawning such a healthy, beautiful young woman.

‘You want to fuck my pussy, Jasper?’ Rosie whispered in his ear as he kissed her neck.

Her words, her supple lips and eager hands began stirring his animalistic desires to life. He loved the way the words ‘fuck’ and ‘pussy’ rolled off her sweet youthful tongue.

‘What if your father comes home and catches us?’

Rosie blushed. ‘I don’t care,’ she shrugged as she reached for Jasper one more time and latched onto his mouth. ‘It might inspire him to join us.’

Christ, she was forward, he thought as they kissed. He pulled her out of the chair and stood there holding her in his strong arms. He and David used to joke when they were in college about threesomes, and then there was one memorable Halloween party when their filthy inhibitions were laid to rest as they crossed that line with Beth Sommers.

‘You’ve fantasied about your father?’

Rosie panted heavily as she continued clinging to him.

‘Only since I started reading stories on Lush. There have been some saucy daddy/daughter tales. Really hot ones. Why do you think I lock myself in here waiting for him to come home. I read and play, hoping he’ll catch me, but he never has.’

‘But, you want that to happen?’

Rosie glanced at him and her expression seemed much older.

‘Yes.’

Jasper grinned. He knew what that expression meant. She wanted it bad. He toyed with her, clicking his tongue........

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New Release by Garrett Carr

Our first male American author has joined our ranks to bring you tantalizing stories that will set your loins ablaze with his erotic tales. Garrett Carr gives you a front row ticket to his new release here. Walk the red carpet with us and experience a taste of Garrett Carr's new release - The Garrett Carr Files: Slippery When Wet. Buckle up.....it's going to be one hell of a ride.

Here's a taste to wet your appetite for this work....

Published by Twilight Fantasies & CGB Press

Smashwords Edition

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Annie Langston was my on and off girlfriend. On when I was sober and rational; off when I was drunk and disorderly.

My gorgeous step mom, Delilah called them ‘bumps in the road and usually laughed at my indiscretions.

Well, tonight’s indiscretion was a bit different.

Alright, so I wrecked Annie’s $135,000 Aston Martin. Hey, it was after midnight and it had rained for hours. How was I supposed to know that it would hydroplane in only four inches of water?

Besides that, the big yellow piece of road working equipment should have been farther to the side. I mean really…who parks a twelve ton rig in the right hand lane and leaves it all night anyway?

I knew the Langston’s would be furious as usual, and wouldn’t come to bail me out, so there was no reason to call them...

And of course, with my shitty luck, Annie was amongst the missing on an assignment for KTMT in Boseman, Montana, but that really didn’t matter because she wouldn’t have bailed me out if she was just three blocks away.

In her words, “I’ve seen this movie Garrett, and I must say…it’s fucking tiresome.”

Ah, but Gus, my gregarious father was used to the late night calls, so I naturally dropped my last dime on him.

“Now?” his tone should have tipped me off that he too, had seen this movie.

“Sir, I’m in a tight spot here and need you to come down to the Sheriff’s Office in...”

I looked for an answer from O’Malley, the droopy eyed desk sergeant for the little substation.

“Searchlight,” O’Malley said as he blew his abundant nose.

“Uh, Pop…it’s a town called Searchlight.”

My dad growled, “Never heard of it son. Where is it?”

Fuck.

All I really knew was that it was more of a wide spot in the road than a town.

I held my hand over the mouthpiece and asked Searchlights finest, “Uh…excuse me sir…uh what state is this?”

O’Malley snorted into his nasty hankie. “Nevada…you’re in Nevada, sonny,” then rolled it up and stuffed it in his trousers.

Fuck again. Where did California go?

“Uh, Pop…Searchlight is in Nevada. I’m not exactly sure how far it is from the California line, but it can’t be too far…I got here real fast!”

After that, all I heard was a dial tone.

O’Malley walked in to my open cell and sat on the edge of my creaky cot. “Well, Mr. Carr? Daddy on the way I presume?”

It wasn’t just what he said, implying that I was just another spoiled rich kid with trust accounts and a garage full of Beamers; it was how he said it.

Factually, since leaving the family business, the one owned entirely by Gus, those big allowances were now gone, along with the Beamers. I was then struggling as a writer for the Needles Post, in Needles, California. Needles major employer was the railroad that at one time chug chugged servicemen back to their Los Angeles homes after WWII.

So it wasn’t exactly the NY Times, but it was writing and that was about all I knew how to do besides drink, play music, and fuck. I was born too soon to get in on the new age alternative scene which would have really fucked up my already crazy life.

The point being, I was certainly no spoiled rich kid.

As the alcohol content in my bloodstream diminished, it occurred to me that I had had a passenger with me.

Now, what was her name?

This was 1992 and that was the year of the Heathers. That’s it. Heather...Heather something from…was it Las Vegas? Yeah, Las Vegas was only 39 miles from the bustling metropolis of Searchlight, according to the greying map on the wall covered in plastic.

One look at the Serge with my bloodshot eyes answered my unspoken question. “Her dad came and picked her up while you napped.”

“Oh, well that was nice. How come she got out and I’m still here?”

“She wasn’t under arrest!”

Here’s where having a college education pays off.

“I’m under arrest?” I stood shrugging my shoulders at O’Malley.

“Uh huh. Judge Fisher will be here at 10:00 AM. Then he’ll just fine you and send you on your way. I’m sure your dad is just trying to pound some sense into that head of yours by making you spend the night in jail.”

I looked down at my badged babysitter and asked, “What am I under arrest for?”

O’Malley stood and stretched his 6’10” frame like he was about to pound nails with his fist. Instead he slapped them on my shoulders taking me almost to my knees.

“FUI.”

I stared at the hulk and said with my head tilted like that e-trade baby, “Uh…what’s an FUI, Chief?” I had promoted him thinking he’d go easy on me.

“Fucking Under the Influence!”

My head shook involuntarily as he continued his rant.

“You got to go easy son. You could have killed yourself tonight and that sweet little girl. Did you know she’s only eighteen?”

Actually, I didn’t. I suspected she was young since she had an addiction to bubble gum that was only exceeded by her addiction to cigarettes. I never knew one could blow a huge bubble with smoke in it. I thought she was very talented and told her so.

My reward for such high praise was a first class blow job complete with gum and cigarette smoke.

Hmm…I wonder if that could that have had anything to do with the accident?

O’Malley left my cell door open (there was only one cell) and walked out and resumed his position in an old wooden chair with missing slats and squeaky springs. It was lights out for O’Malley as his snoring kicked in the instant his big ass hit the chair.

I laid down on my bunk, a sort of cot like thing with a mattress equivalent to the ones in hide a beds. My feet hung off the end since I’m on the tall side and I doubled the tiny excuse for a pillow after slapping it into submission, flung my then pony tail over my shoulder, laid my head on it and drifted off to the land of Oz.

I couldn’t be sure of the time since my Rolex Daytona was totaled along with Annie’s Aston Martin, (say that ten times fast) but it was dark as a dungeon in cell block one when I was awakened by some first class cock sucking.

Now, I’m a big fan of blowjobs as wake up calls, but I typically like to know the blower. I reached behind the slurping sounds and was relieved to find a long mane of silky hair. Thank God it wasn’t O’Malley…my first thought since the joint was soulless except for the Chief and I.

So, I settled in and tried to make out a face to go along with the super sexy slurping, (another tongue twister for you to try) but all I could make out was a profile backlit from the neon clock above O’Malley’s perch.

I managed to prop myself up on my elbows to watch the action..........

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Monday, 7 January 2013

Death of a Legend

It is with a heavy heart that we release this statement to confirm the passing of one of our most loved authors, friend and mentor, Cg Brumby.

Cg will be remembered by those who loved her as being courageous and strong. Her love, generosity and kindness will be greatly missed.

We are still shocked and much shaken by this news.

Cg Brumby was found unconscious in her South Coast apartment late Sunday afternoon. All attempts to revive her failed. There was no physical evidence of suicide or foul play. It is believed she died suddenly of broken heart syndrome.

Our hearts and thoughts go out to Cg’s family and we encourage fans to seek counselling if needed.

Cg survived quite a lot for her short 35 years of life. She triumphed in the face of physical adversity. She fought her way back after a car accident almost claimed her life and managed to save the life of her passenger in 2002. Cg saved the life of her ex-husband several times before the couple’s relationship ended in divorce in 2012. She was always ready to jump right in and save someone when they needed help or just to lend a helping hand.

Cg was probably the most misunderstood person. At times she hid her pain by her smile and when things got to be too much, she let the world have a piece of her mind, but that should not have defined her character. The tough exterior was not the real Cg. She fought feelings of worthlessness and self-doubt on a daily basis. The outward appearance she gave the public was a mask that hid how shy and scared this author was of sharing her work with the public. She would have brief moments where she would strike up the courage to speak out and stand up for what she believed was right to protect the rights of authors. Sadly, she was hammered for her courage and persecuted for her beliefs. She survived physical distress losing her home and possessions in 2012, along with coping with the loss of several family members and friends from cancer.

2012 should have been Cg’s year to shine, but instead it was the most stressful year of her life. She went through a divorce and became isolated from family and close friends. Looking back over 2012 at Cg’s blog entries and short stories, she had a lot of pain, heartache and sorrow resting on her shoulders.

The Cg I knew was fearful of rejection. She had a manuscript here that she was content to sit on instead of submitting it to Mills and Boon. She was a perfectionist to a fault and kept insisting that it wasn’t finished, that nobody would read it. That was when she started writing short stories for Lush Stories, Literotica and even Every Night Erotica. Her confidence slowly grew, but still she wouldn’t let go of her manuscript. She wanted to be the best that she could be, but fear held her back. We’re deeply saddened to still have a couple of unfinished projects that Cg was working on. One she was particularly fond of was her Wild at Heart tale. She had hoped to dedicate that book to her late father. That manuscript remains unfinished in our vault.

Your friends, fans and work mates will continue to grow your dreams and legacy in your absence.

Cowgirl, give the angels hell!

In Loving Memory of

Cg Brumby

1977-2013

Taylor Morgan,

Director and CEO of Twilight Fantasies & CGB Press

Sunday, 23 December 2012

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