Sarnia de la Maré FRSA Author, Musician, Artist

🐎 The Taming of Lady Theadora Blunket A Mills and Swoon Romance Short by Sarnia de la Maré. Lady Theadora Blunket was widely considered a problem. Not a scandal exactly—although there had been murmurs after the incident with the racing stallion and the magistrate’s wig—but she was certainly a difficulty. At twenty-eight she possessed a respectable dowry, an alarming seat on horseback, and absolutely no interest in matrimony whatsoever. Her mother blamed the horses. Her father blamed the French. Society blamed Theadora. For while other ladies embroidered roses and fainted charmingly in drawing rooms, Lady Theadora preferred breeches, boots, and the smell of leather and tobacco. And, on certain evenings, gambling houses. It was just past midnight in the back rooms of the Golden Crown Gaming Club , where respectable gentlemen went to become slightly less respectable and lose their inheritance. A tall young “man” leaned against the far table, coat collar high, hat low, a glass...

“The Fitting” is a darkly comic short story about vanity, reinvention, and the voice inside your head that just won’t shut up. Steve’s new hairpiece promises him youth and sex appeal — but Ego has other plans. 'Have you come for a fitting today, Mr. Jones?' The girl was pretty. All hairdressers are beautiful, thought Steve. But then, everyone under 30 was beautiful, once you reach fifty. The effortless beauty of youth walked the streets unabated for the pleasure of the old. 'Yes, that's right, but please call me Steve.' Did I blush, he wondered? I bet I did. 'You did, you are a dick, she wouldn't touch you with a bargepole, or a dead salmon.' The pretty girl told Steve to wait and that his personal hair consultant would be out presently.  'Hello, Steve! So good to see you, let's pop into the fitting studio.' Arabella was glorious. She was all woman, every inch of her beckoned attention. Peachy breasts peeped from a beautician's uniform a...

Ginny Greaves: The Case of the Red Stiletto by Ginny Greaves, Private Investigator I was halfway through a bowl of lukewarm miso and contemplating the unfairness of tofu when the buzzer rasped like a series of bullets. It had that panicked stutter of someone falling apart. I sensed someone was about to ruin my meditation but was pleased to get away from Buda, incense, and my new life coach week plan which I had received in part exchange for a late bill. He was already halfway through the door before I could even tell him to wipe his feet. Tallish, tweedy, with the kind of face that looks like it once enjoyed rowing at Oxford before life threw it off the boat. His shoes were expensive but chewed at the toes, and he held a single red stiletto like it might detonate. Read the rest at www.bookofimmersion.com Happy Hippo with Crane Fly Watercolour by Tale Teller Club Books Greeting Card From £1.65 Pirates And Peonies by Servalan at Tale Teller Club Classic T-Shirt From £17.39 The Boyfriend...