Disaster movies are usually over the top and fun to watch, but in real life, a disaster is something no one should ever have to experience. In the United States, a category four (almost a five) hurricane slammed into Florida and pretty much wiped the slate clean.
I grew up in South East Texas, and it seemed like every three to five years a hurricane came close to us. If you’ve never experienced a hurricane, it’s a one, two punch. The wind and rain are unbelievable, along with the storm surge.
Around the Gulf Coast, the elevation is often less than twenty feet above sea level. You only have to look at Port Arthur, Texas and how a large part of the town was underwater during the last storm.
This time of year in Las Vegas is great for having a convertible and we took a run through Death Valley today in our classic 1973 Corvette Stingray roadster.
Thanks, Guys for your support of my latest dirty novel, 
House Party
Lisabet Sarai is going to scare your pants off this month by dropping the prices of all her Halloween and paranormal books to only 99 cents. Also, on the 17th she’ll be releasing Underground, a dark paranormal erotica piece that will make you squirm even as it sets you on fire.
NovelRank, a respected site for tracking Amazon sales of Kindle stories, is no more. Like the dead parrot of Monty Python fame, we’ll not have NovelRank to kick around anymore.
Caught Screwing Mom’s Daughter was one of the first erotic stories I wrote and began my fight to try and to stay out of Amazon’s Adult Dungeon. The story is featured today on 
Jack Ryan, the new television series on Amazon Prime is pretty good if you like Tom Clancy type stories. For those born under a rock, Tom Clancy burst on the military adventure scene a few years ago with The Hunt for Red October. Then pretty much at the peak of his career, he had a heart attack and lost his final battle with the big guy upstairs.
Becoming a Butt Slut
A fellow member of ERWA asked writers for a photo of their favorite workspace and I had to share this. Sorry, no library filled with shelves of unread books, roaring fire, faithful dog at my knee, sniffer of brandy, and a smelly cigar. Just an empty fast food restaurant, my faithful MBA, portable hotspot, and a cup of coffee.
Larry Archer's World (LarryArcher.blog) 