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Mischief With Martine

Posted on October 15, 2013 by Jaycee

Wow, it’s been a while since I posted. Having a new job in a new city is pretty time consuming.

First, let me tell you about where I live. When I arrived in Montreal, I rented a small place for a month, just while I figured out my real options. Now, I’ve got a real place of my own on Avenue du Parc, near Sherbrooke (for those who know the area). It’s walking distance from downtown Montreal (not far from the underground city) and a short bike ride from work. Awesome location! The place is what they call a 5 1/2, here, which is a 3-bedroom apartment–except that it isn’t because the living room and dining room are merged into one very large living area. It’s all very open and I have–wait for it…–a FIREPLACE! How awesome is that?!?

So there’s that.

And then there’s Martine, who’s become my girlfriend, for all intents and purposes. My place is not very far from her workplace and she’s all but moved in with me. She says it’s just more convenient for her than going back to her own apartment, which is outside the island. Sure. I believe that. I think she just enjoys the sex.

And we have a lot of it. Martine gets powerfully aroused by the mildest sexy thought I have, which can be entertaining. Two weeks ago, I went to see her perform at Supersexe. When she went on stage, I remained at my seat and watched her, sipping my beer. Watching her gyrate against that pole, my mind wandered a little. For a moment, I imagined her REALLY giving that pole a good time, then was brought back to reality by a loud moan coming from the stage. Sure enough, Martine had become incredibly turned on. She had pulled her bikini bottom out of the way and was grinding her crotch against the pole like a woman possessed. The trail of lubricant she left on it told the story of how far gone she was. Then she dropped on all four and pushed herself against the pole with back-and-forth motions that suggested she was being taken from behind.

Damn, that was one SLICK pole.

After her danse, she grabbed me and we went into a back area where she made me pay for doing that to her. The pounding I gave her was a harsh lesson indeed. But all kidding aside, we agreed I shouldn’t show up to her workplace anymore, it might be too distracting.

Which leads me to last night… I was at home, minding my own business, when I was looking at some photos on my iPhone. I fell upon a particularly sexy picture of Martine wearing nothing but a very tight little black dress. It looked one size too small and her boobs threatened to spill from the top. Look, I’m a guy, so it doesn’t take much to get my imagination running, so I imagined I was grabbing her boobs and fondling them. I imagined them being extremely sensitive, which would send jolts of pleasure coursing through her.

My phone rang. It was Martine calling. I picked up. She was on the other end, breathing heavily, barely able to talk.

“Oooh,” she started. “Are… are you doing this?”

“D-doing what?”

There was a pause, then a sigh.

“My boobs. They’re so… so… aah…”

No way, I thought. She was home, in Laval, probably 10 kilometers from my place, if not more. Could it be that my fantasies affected her from THIS far away? I had to check. I fantasized about her boobs some more, especially about her nipples. I imagined them getting incredibly hard and so sensitive the slightest touch would send her into raging climaxes.

“AAAH!” was the immediate response. “Oh SHIT, Jaycee! I’m… AAAAAH! COMING! COMIIIING!”

So yeah, there’s that too.

Turns out I’m able to affect Martine from quite a distance, something that I wasn’t able to do before. Attitude and Minx were quick to explain that my hold over her is not surprising or unexpected. Attitude thinks I should have reached this level several weeks ago, but I’m a little slow in general, so she had no great expectations. Minx got into it with her, something she’s never done before. Unfortunately for her, Attitude can be quite the bully and my little faerie friend ended up flying away while wiping tears of frustration. It was an hour before I coaxed her out of her private cupboard. She and Attitude eventually made up and all was well.

But now, I’m a little concerned because I have to watch my thoughts about Martine all the time. For all I know, she could be driving her car when my thoughts turn sexy, and that could be dangerous.

As with all faerie powers, there’s a downside, it seems.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Writers Wanted

Posted on October 2, 2013 by Jaycee

I’m looking for experienced erotica writers to help with some pet projects. If you’ve got experience in that field, please send me your best 500-word sample (it can be an excerpt from an existing, larger story).

A few criteria:

  • The kinks should be the type you encounter in Bloomin’ Faeries!
  • Grammar and spelling have to be very solid.
  • Dialogues are very important. So is humor.
  • Don’t send story ideas (yet), just samples.
  • Hit the word count; samples that are too long or short will be ignored.

This will be paid work. I’m looking for quality and professionalism above all else.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Book 3 Is Out!

Posted on September 24, 2013 by Jaycee

The third eBook from the “Torment of Nicole Swan” series, titled “Library Lovers,” is now available on Smashwords. If you’re a member of this site, you can find this eBook for free in the Members Area. If you’re not, however, you can purchase it for 50% off ($0.99) if you use the coupon PN85J before October 24.

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As a special for those who’d like to get into the series, here are some special 1-week only coupons:

Book 1: His Sexy Remote Control: NE62M (valid until September 30)

Book 2: Everybody’s Sextoy: NR82C (valid until September 30)

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Good Deed Day

Posted on September 19, 2013 by Jaycee

Regular readers of this blog will remember that September 18 is a special days for faeries. All year ’round, they cause humans all sorts of trouble, but on that ONE day of the year, they have to be nice to us. Specifically, they have to do ONE thing that we would want them to do (so really, it’s not an all-day thing, it’s just one day to do that one thing).

In years past, that usually meant removing a curse I had or just leaving me alone for the day. Things have changed, however, since I’m now considered a faerie friend. (Note that it doesn’t make Attitude any less hostile to me, but at least she’s eased up on the curses.) So yesterday, both she and Minx had to find someone else to do a good deed for. Attitude went on her own while Minx tagged along with me, hoping I could suggest something. We walked around town for a bit, but it’s hard to find someone to help in a place you don’t know. Who needs what? I don’t know, I’m not a mind reader.

Then we chanced upon this girl who was sitting in front of a Tim Hortons (a donut & coffee shop, very popular up here in Canada), selling hand-drawn pictures she’d made. She was wrapped up in a big blanked to keep herself warm, a notepad in hand as she was doodling something. Her upturned hat (a “tuque,” as they call it here) sat on the ground next to her, with hardly any coins in it. I immediately had a thought and turned to Minx.

“You know, you should make her appear as the dream girl of any man who passes by, so they’re more inclined to give her some money.”

Minx hesitated, unsure whether she had the strength to do something like that. Changing someone’s entire appearance is a pretty big feat. So we switched it around a little: it wouldn’t be about actually changing her appearance, just making it a mental illusion in the head of the men who’d walk near her.

“Yeah,” Minx said with enthusiasm, “THAT I can do!”

She cast her magic at the begging girl and looked on, intrigued. Nothing happened. Still the same girl.

“Well?” I asked.

“It’s done,” Minx said with satisfaction. “You just can’t see it, dummy. My magic doesn’t affect you, you know that!”

Oh yeah. Too bad, I would have loved to see what that girl looked like now. And what my dream girl looked like, too. Oh well. It didn’t matter what I saw (or didn’t see), though, because other men around clearly saw something. Suddenly, they were falling over each other to drop money in her tuque or to talk to her or to purchase one of the pictures sprawled before her. The girl looked puzzled by the sudden attention, but was obviously grateful for all the money she was making.

So that was it for Minx and I. That good deed turned out pretty good, I think.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Martine (II)

Posted on September 11, 2013 by Jaycee

This last week has been interesting. I didn’t get to see Martine much because she was working at the strip club. We did get together for brunch on Sunday “morning” (that’s 1PM for her). She was dressed pretty sexy, but not too much for a public place (and certainly not by Montreal standards—ALL the girls look good, here!). I did my best to avoid thinking about sex, but the way her boobs pushed against her t-shirt, it was hard not too. Eventually, she let out a little sigh. Was it annoyance or something else?

“Jaycee,” she said with a soft voice. “Are… you thinking about my boobs?”

Busted!

“Y-yeah… Look, it’s hard not to, they’re… spectacular. I just want to…”

She let out a little gasp.

“It’s getting me all… Oooh…”

She dropped her spoon and started gripping the table with both hands. I tried reading her with my faerie sight, but as expected, there was nothing. The signs were there, though: flushed face and chest, slight trembling, squirming of the hips… She was getting hotter by the second, and it was getting me riled up too. For a brief moment, I wanted her to rip her shirt off, but I caught myself. It was too late, though, and her hands flew to her shirt. I quickly reached for her wrists and stopped her. Not here, I thought in a panic.

“I… don’t know why I…” she started between short breaths. “I just want to… Oooh… want to show them to you… to everyone! They feel so hot…”

Uh oh… Yeah, they looked hot all right. Her nipples were hard as rocks. There was no stopping her, she was getting worse, probably because I was getting worse myself. You can’t have a girl like her in front of you and not get excited when you watch her losing control. But I knew this was a bad time to do this, so I made a supreme effort and tried to think of her as my own sister, someone cold, malicious and sexless. Back in my youth, nothing could give me a cold shower like thinking of my sister, and this did the job here. In just a few seconds, everything went back to normal and Martine looked at me like she just woke up.

“What was that?” she asked. “What just happened?”

I didn’t want to answer that, so I stalled. “What do you mean?”

“I was… hot, and now it stopped. You know!” She leaned in and stared into my eyes. “Why did you stop?”

Uh, what?

“I don’t…”

She leaned back against her chair and gave me an indescribable look. “I _know_ you did this, and I’m going to prove it.” Her hands started rubbing her sides, her eyes fixed on me as if daring me to prove her wrong.

We’re talking about a pro, here. This girl knows how to look sexy, bring you into her world and fire up your imagination. It wasn’t long before I my mind started wandering into dangerous territory, and her body began responding accordingly. I immediately thought of my ball-busting sister and got myself (and her) under control again.

“Well?” Melissa said, a smile on her lips. “Care to explain what’s going on?”

Damn it. She played me. A smart stripper. Who’d have thought?

“All right.” I sighed. “I’m sorry, you’re right, I have a… thing.”

“A thing? That’s not very…” She looked for a word. “Éloquent?”

She sounded so SEXY when she spoke in French. Maybe that’s part of the reason why all women here are so sexy.

“Eloquent,” I said, focusing on the topic, not her sexiness.

“Yes, well, for a guy who works with words, ‘thing’ is a bit vague. What ‘thing’?”

I thought about it for a moment. Nothing sounds truer than the truth, even if it’s not the whole truth.

“I have a… connection with you. You know, a kind of spiritual bond, except the sexy way. I can’t explain it better than that. I… I know it’s kind of creepy, but I swear it’s not something I did to you. It just… happened.”

I knew this was a very slippery slope and hoped to God she didn’t start screaming at me. But she just shrugged.

“I don’t mind,” she said, like it was nothing serious.

There was a pause while I gathered my jaw from the table and jammed it back in place (figuratively, of course).

“What do you mean, you don’t mind? I just messed with your mind, and that’s okay?”

“Well, you didn’t do it on purpose, and I think I believe you. And I liked it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, it was kind of hot, losing control like that. We should do it again, so long as you keep it safe for me… It gets me REALLY hot.”

Ah… sure, ma’am, whatever you want. Seriously, though, was this girl for real?

She looked at her watch. “Look, I have to go to the gym, I’m meeting with my trainer in 30 minutes. Let’s get together tomorrow, maybe, and try a few things?”

I took care of the tab, we kissed, and she rushed off. Just for fun, as she walked away, I imagined her getting a rush of searing heat between her thighs, and observed as she stumbled before jogging off.

Wow, this girl is going to be FUN to be with.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

@Work

Posted on September 8, 2013 by Jaycee

I’ve been working in Montreal for a week. Maybe it’s time I tell you about more than strippers and instead share a little bit about what I do and who I’m working with.

First, there’s my boss, Chris. Large guy, a bit loud and blunt, black hair, dark skin, and big fists, which he uses to punctuate every statement he makes. I haven’t asked, but I’m guessing he’s in his late thirties, early forties. Not much of a dresser: jeans, plaid shirt, no jewelry except a wedding ring.

Then there are my employees: Anton, Samuel, Chantal, Robin and Elise. Anton and Samuel are roommates. They’re really good at their job, from what I can tell. They’ve been with the company for several years and they’re very respected. I suspect Anton applied for the position I occupy, but didn’t get it. No apparent hostility (yet?).

Chantal is also a senior copy editor. She was there before Anton and Sam, but she’s not particularly ambitious. From what I get, she’s a single mother of two boys and more focused on her kids than on getting ahead. She does very good work, but seems to have a tendency to idle if no work is handed to her. Not sure how to manage that—I’ve never really managed people before. (Suggestions, anyone?)

Robin was hired about a year ago. She’s a science editor, so in addition to being a good writer, she’s pretty versed in all sorts of scientific domains. In her spare time (lunch and breaks), I often catch her listening to scientific podcasts or reading Scientific American (among other things). She’s very sharp, thin as a rail, and has deep set eyes that give her a hawk-like expression. Most of the time, she wears her hair in a bun, which makes her look even more uptight. She’s often the smartest person in the room, and not just about science. She’s quick to challenge authority if something is unfair or doesn’t make sense. Oh, and just to make my life more interesting, she has zero attraction for me. And hey, you’re going to be proud of me: no nudging! I don’t want to mess with work!

Finally, there’s Elise. She’s not quite a copy editor, more of an intern that does everything the others don’t want to do. The dirty work. She’s a sweetheart, but I’m afraid she’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. She’s been in Montreal for only 6 months and this is her 3rd month at the company. She’s cheerful, brings coffee and donuts for her colleagues, and she tries really hard to make everybody happy, but her work is a bit below average. This frustrates the others a bit (Robin in particular, who sometimes lets her biting wit get the better of her), but at the end of the day, I think they still like her. Maybe she’s a bit of a mascot? (Oh, and I should probably mention she has a pair of outstanding boobs that seem to defy gravity. The poor girl is clearly a virgin and seems to have no clue about how her body affects males around her.)

I’m so glad I can’t be affected by faerie curses anymore. This is going to be a fresh new start for me! I’ll let you know how things develop on that front…

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Martine

Posted on September 6, 2013 by Jaycee

I meant to type this up last night, but things derailed a little bit…

Yesterday morning, I called back Martine to set up—well, I’m not sure I can quite call it a date, more like a sex appointment. We both knew what would happen if I called her and the short conversation somewhat confirmed it: we’ve got the hots for each other. She was direct and to the point: let’s meet at my place and “see what happens.”

When she showed up, I knew she meant business. That form-fitting red minidress she was wearing left little to the imagination. No bra and, as far as I could tell, no underwear. She wasted no time and gave me a kiss. Damn, I thought, Montreal girls are FAST! Then she mentioned she was hungry—she’d barely had time to finish work, change, and run over to my place. She was hoping we’d get dinner before “what comes next.” I was pretty hungry too (and not just for food), so I agreed. She suggested a place in Old Montreal, a restaurant called Stash Cafe, which sounded fine to me. I figured a cafe would be fast and not too expensive. Downstairs, we grabbed a taxi (it wasn’t walking distance from my place), which set me back around $20.

The Stash Cafe, it turns out, is not cheap, especially when your date likes vodka. They’ll gladly suggest you try their vodka sampler, and have more vodka of the type you like best. Then there are the appetizers, entrees, desserts, specialized coffees, etc. All through dinner, though, my focus was on something else—her incredible, absolutely stunning eyes (no, perverts, I mean her real eyes!). She had a way of looking at me that made me feel like the most important (and handsome, and smart, and capable) guy in the world. She asked me tons of questions, laughed at my jokes, and showed genuine interest in everything I did and thought.

And at this point, I know what many of you are thinking: “Jaycee,” you say, “she’s working you. This is what she does for a living. She’s just after your money and this is a test to see if she can hook you. Don’t trust her, she’s a pro.” And most of the time, you’d be right. But please bear in mind a few things. First, I’m friends with Brooke, which means I’ve learned a few things about “hired guns” trickery (hired guns is a term Brooke uses to describe girls who make a career exploiting their looks and how they affect men). Second, I’ve hung out with strippers in the past (Mandy and Roseanne, to name the obvious ones). I know the tricks and I’m not easily played.

So no, there was more at work there than Martine just working me. Now, I know she WAS working me, but that’s not what was working. I think the fact I couldn’t read her was connected to this strange attraction we felt for each other. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought this was some kind of faerie trick, but by now I’m pretty much immune to faerie curses, so I knew that wasn’t it.

But I’m getting ahead of the story. Back to dinner, we wrapped things up after a bit, which set me back almost $200. That girl sure likes her high-rolling lifestyle, I thought. But it didn’t matter, we were headed back to my place and then I was going to get my money’s worth. On the ride back, we were both struggling to keep our hands off each other. The climb up the staircase was another struggle, with me following her and mock-pulling the hem of her minidress to see what she WASN’T wearing. When we got to my apartment door, I couldn’t take it and pushed her against it, her boobs squashed against the wood. She gasped and parted her legs, pushing her butt against me. I lifted her minidress, unbuckled my belt, and went for it. We didn’t care that we were doing it in the corridor! But I had a quick moment of clarity and while rhythmically ramming in and out of her, I unlocked the door and we both fell inside. I closed the door with my foot and took her like a dog.

Seriously, we were like animals in heat and acted out my every fantasy. It seemed everything I wanted to do, she wanted to do as well. And even more surprising, I had the stamina to match hers. We went at it for nearly an hour before we collapsed with exhaustion.

She left in the middle of the night. I gave her enough taxi money to get her back to her place, which is off the island of Montreal (in a place called Laval, just north of the river). Then I had a chat with my Minx to ask her if she knew what had happened. Clearly there was something supernatural at work, but she shrugged her tiny shoulders and said she knew nothing about that. I should ask Attitude, she said, she would know. So I did, and got some answers (but as always, with Attitude, I didn’t get the whole story).

It appears that Martine is what faeries call a thrall. They’re pretty rare, apparently, and they are highly suggestible. You know how AB blood types are called universal receivers? Thralls are like that, but for mind magic. And my Nudge ability apparently qualifies as mind magic. Except that instead of being this tiny little archaeologist hammer, it’s a huge sledgehammer. That’s what happened, I realized! Every little thing I wanted her to feel, she felt! And not just a little bit, a LOT! Thralls naturally amplify suggestions to ridiculous proportions. Attitude didn’t want to say more, but said what would come next would be a LOT of fun.

Is it just me, or is that a bit worrisome? But when Attitude doesn’t want to talk, there’s not much I can do, so we’ll just have to wait and see.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Once Upon a Tinkerbell

Posted on September 3, 2013 by Jaycee

It had to happen…

I’m not sure how many of you watch the show Once Upon a Time, but I’ve been known to watch an episode or two. Just this morning, they released the picture of Tinkerbell, who’s going to be featured on the show this coming season. I thought I’d share it with you.

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Tinkerbell is hot!

Also, in other news: Attitude almost died laughing.

(I should be so lucky.)

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Montreal Girl

Posted on September 1, 2013 by Jaycee

Wow. Helluva weekend, and it’s not over yet!

As you probably already know (from reading my last post), I’m now in Montreal. I moved as much of my stuff here as I could–anything that could fit in my rented minivan. The rest, I’ve either sold, given to friends, or handed out to charity organizations. (Sadly, I’m still “stuck” with two faeries.) Because of customs issues, I had to sell my tarantula, much to the delight of my two diminutive companions. Even Attitude (yes, ATTITUDE) made a little happy dance (though in her case, it was kinda sexy…)

I’ve moved to an area of Montreal called Verdun, near a nice little waterway called Lachine Canal. It’s very pretty. My new company is paying for 1 month of rent there while I find myself something better (and cheaper!). I arrived yesterday, after a 2-day drive, and unpacked stuff most of the day. Same thing today. Tonight, though, I decided it was time to take a bit of time off and went downtown. I took the subway (it’s called a “metro,” here–must be a French thing) to McGill, apparently a pretty central station, and headed out on the main street, Ste. Catherine. Lots of places for food. I went for something familiar: Five Guys. It’s just a hop away from a place someone told me about, a strip joint called “Super Sexe” (you can guess what that means). So after a quick meal, I headed over to the club and got myself a table. Wow… The girls here are super friendly. Or at least, they act friendly. Thanks to my faerie sight, I could easily “filter out” those that were just looking for clients. Eventually, one named Kathy bounced over (well, some PARTS of her were bouncing, anyway) and started chatting me up in heavily accented English.

You have to understand, I’m kind of jaded when it comes to women. The last year has been… maybe calling a revelation is too strong a word, but just one notch below. I “get” it, now. Once you stop putting pressure on yourself, once you stop trying to please girls, they often fall over themselves trying to please you instead. I don’t know if I can explain it, and I apologize to female readers if this sounds callous, but I guess they’re just attracted to guys who aren’t impressed by them (probably because it comes across as self-confidence). But I digress. Back to Kathy… The moment she sat next to me, I felt *something*, like a combo of butterflies in my stomach and the nervous jitters you get before you speak in public. Oddly, I couldn’t quite read her. That’s not unusual, there are some women I just can’t read (Minx says it’s normal). But with her, I got a little nervous. She had amazing eyes and a shy smile that suggested she was a little uncomfortable showing so much skin (and what lovely skin she has!). We talked for a bit and she suggested we retreat to a more private cabin. I said sure, what could it hurt, right?

Okay, those of you who are familiar with Montreal will make fun of me. Those of you who don’t, you should know that lap dances here allow pretty much full contact (crotch is off-limits and you can’t use your mouth). Pretty much anything goes. And this girl was H*A*W*T, I swear! At $15 a dance, you can’t stay there forever, but for the time I was there, it was fantastic. I promise you, my imagination was going wild. The problem was, because I couldn’t read her, I had no clear idea if she was just acting or really having a good time. The signs were there, though: hot breath near my ear, rubbing her boobs all over my chest, caressing my hair, etc. Damn… And as the songs went on, she turned up the heat. I decided it had to be an act–girls like this were well trained in making guys like me feel like super studs! But as the fifth or sixth song started, she started grinding her crotch against my sofa’s arm, letting out little gasps. She reached inside her panties and… yes, rubbed herself right in front of me. Her hand was hidden from view, but what she was doing was pretty obvious. She rose to a quick climax, which I thought was incredibly hot. The song was over, but she didn’t care and, staring at my crotch (which strained against my jeans), she started going at it again. Two orgasms (and another song) later, she collapsed against me and thanked me for watching her. At least I think that’s what she said. I recognized the words “merci” et “regarder.”

That. Was. HAWT!

I thanked her, paid and tipped her, and got ready to head out. Just as I meant to exit the privacy of our booth, she grabbed me by the neck and kissed me the way only French girls know how. There was some rubbing of her body against mine, too, in a way that said clearly what she wanted. She slipped her hand in my pocket and walked away, waving with a coy smile.

I checked what she left in my pocket. It was a piece of paper that read: Martine, 514-555-7882.

SCORE!

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Big Move: Montreal

Posted on August 22, 2013 by Jaycee

Folks, I’m moving out.

It’s been long in the coming, but I’m relocating to Montreal, Canada, in a few days, where I’ll be working as Lead Editor for a publishing house. And it’s not just any job either: I’ll be managing a handful of more junior editors. I’ve met them (two guys, three girls) and they’re a cool bunch.

It’s exciting and scary at the same time. I’m going to be leaving behind a lot of good friends, but also a lot of weirdness. Attitude and Minx are coming along,  but that’s about it. Brooke promised he’d visit. (Did I mention he’s back as a “full” man? Apparently, that was one curse that didn’t last…)

So please accept my apologies if I’m silent for a few days (not that you’re not used to this by now), while I pack my things and make my way to the Cold White North.

Anyone has been to Montreal before? Suggestions on DO’s and DON’T’s?

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Introducing… Bloomin’ Studio!

Posted on August 11, 2013 by Jaycee

If you’ve read my last post, you know that in a few weeks, Bloomin’ Faeries! is going back to a weekly publishing schedule. You also know I mentioned a members-only series drawn by Wondollar, with no less than 2 strips a month. It’s finally time to start talking a bit more about what that strip is going to be about.

Wondollar and I exchanged about it a bit and came up with a concept we’re very excited about. The working title is Bloomin’ Studio! and it features the people who work behind the scenes to bring you the Bloomin’ Faeries! strip. Imagine for a moment that the characters in the strip are played by (or inspired by) real-life characters; this is what Bloomin’ Studio! will talk about. (And yes, yours truly is one of the characters in that strip, but not the main character.) This story will start as the studio interviews a new actress, Scarlet, for the role of Princess Heather (the previous actress has resigned—go figure!).

And yes, there will be faeries in that world as well.

This will start September 1. Get ready… 🙂

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”