Bøger udgivet af Lori Schafer

To All the Penises I've Ever Known: Erotic Shorts by Lori Schafer.Ranging in style from funny to filthy, this erotica collection features author commentary on selected stories and my open letter to you-know-who. The paperback version of this book also features my long short story "The Hannelack Fanny, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Rump.""Morning After""Ballroom Dance""To All the Penises I've Ever Known""Me and Fat Marge""Missed Connection""Complete Your Assignments!""Weekend Away""Lori Schafer: I Write Erotica""The Hannelack Fanny, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Rump."

My Life with Michael is an erotic fantasy for anyone who has ever wanted to have their beer and drink it, too. Surprisingly sweet, the story follows the course of an adulterous affair between two ordinary people confronting the changes that aging brings to the experience of love and sexuality. With humor and honesty, my novel explores the pleasures and pitfalls of the adulterous relationship: the crudity of the courtship, the raw sexuality that ultimately lapses into monotony, and, inevitably, the bittersweet farewell.

Meet Kathy, a thirty-seven-year-old drifter who's constantly on the move: to new towns, new jobs, and new relationships. Imagine her surprise when she's befriended by lifelong friends Sam and Ted, attractive young men who, though ten years her junior, are far more settled than she thinks she'll ever be. Cheer them on as their three-way friendship succumbs to passion, then passion to romance, and romance to... well, surely it couldn't be love. Could it?With a Heat Level of 4+, dialogue that will make you laugh out loud, and a plot to tickle your most sentimental of spots, Just the Three of Us promises an entertaining read for fans of romance looking for a unique take on love and sexuality.This LARGE PRINT edition is in 18-point font for easy readability.Excerpt: Ted lay beside me, his hand resting on my hip, seeming perfectly at ease. His fingers took a few tentative steps down my thighs and warmth flooded into them. I guess it showed because he smiled at me. I smiled back, my knees parting in welcoming expectation.I heard heavy breathing in my other ear. I turned and saw that Sam was hyperventilating."Are you all right?" I said, stroking my fingers against his chest."Are we going to...?" he choked. "We are, aren't we?""We don't have to," I said uncertainly."We don't?"I put on my bravest face and tried to swallow my eagerness. I felt Ted's fingers pressing into my thigh and disappointment overcame me again. I forced it down. We were friends first, after all. Even if I could pressure him into this, I wouldn't."Not if you don't want to," I assured him.He swallowed and gazed thoughtfully into my eyes. Behind my back, Ted remained silent."But you want to, don't you?"I shrugged away my ardor with effort. "It's not all about me," I said.I saw him glance over my shoulder and knew that he was looking at Ted."It's not that I don't want to," he mumbled. "I'm just... I'm just not sure I'm ready."Ted laughed loudly behind my back, breaking the tension. I swiveled towards him, startled."This is all you've talked about all week!" he roared, rolling his body into mine."What?!" I said, turning back to look at Sam. He was grinning rather sheepishly."Night and day," Ted confirmed, his hand abandoning my thigh and circling my waist instead. "How he absolutely couldn't wait one more minute and couldn't we get you to come over sooner and did I think you'd really go through with it.""Well, I..." Sam protested feebly, his cheeks coloring as he lapsed again into that sheepish grin."So the truth comes out!" I laughed."Hey, it's totally different now that you're actually here! I still can't believe...""Believe it, buddy!" I interrupted and he gaped at me, surprised by my sudden change in tone. "Now get your butt over here before I lose my temper. It's not polite to keep a woman waiting.""Yes, ma'am!" he said, sliding into me."That's better! Now by the time I count ten, I expect to be in bed with two very handsome and very naked young men. No more dilly-dallying!" I threatened, wagging my finger at them. "One..."Abruptly they both jerked away from me, and I rolled onto my backside and watched as polo shirts and boxers went flying across the room like kites snapping in a spring breeze."Eight," I breathed, but they were already done. They rolled sideways against me and then snuggled up close to each side of me, their cheeks pink with excitement. I sensed the weight of their bodies pushing against me; felt the sweat forming where their skin was pressed against mine. And into each of my hips poked something hard but soft; deliciously promising and hopelessly decadent, and I gulped, uncertain whether to savor the sensation or run away from it.Maybe I, too, had the tiniest of doubts about this.

My Life with Michael is an erotic fantasy for anyone who has ever wanted to have their beer and drink it, too. Surprisingly sweet, the story follows the course of an adulterous affair between two ordinary people confronting the changes that aging brings to the experience of love and sexuality. With humor and honesty, my novel explores the pleasures and pitfalls of the adulterous relationship: the crudity of the courtship, the raw sexuality that ultimately lapses into monotony, and, inevitably, the bittersweet farewell.

It was coming at last. The end of all things. All but the darkness...Everything comes to an end. Lives and loves, joy and innocence, peoples and nations; nothing is spared. Even our own world must one day bid us farewell.In this collection of short fiction, author Lori Schafer examines these ends - how they occur, why they occur, and what they mean to us when they do. Features author commentary on selected pieces.This paperback edition of In the End includes the short stories "Waiting" and "Squirrel Revolution," which are available separately as eBooks.This LARGE PRINT edition has been published in 20-point font for easy readability.

From the author of On Hearing of My Mother's Death Six Years After It Happened: A Daughter's Memoir of Mental Illness, Stories from My Memory-Shelf is the story of my life told in short fiction and essays. Features author commentary on the real-life events that inspired the stories."Girl in Pink, Seeing Red"Never mess with a little girl's best friend - even if she is dressed all in pink."Two Fathers""He is clasping my hand and leading me down the street to the local bar; propping me up on a barstool so all his friends can see, can joke with me and about me while I twirl about on the red vinyl, tall and proud to be out with Daddy.""Yellow Wagon"A young girl walks to school alone - is she being stalked?"The Second Grade"Because everything's a first when you're in the second grade."Twilight""She was strong, she was beautiful, she was graceful. Even if it was only in twilight that it showed.""Past and Present"" 'It was lucky I forgot my keys, ' her mother was saying. 'I came back and found you lying in a pool of blood.' ""Haunted""Large for my age, prideful of my tomboyhood, and self-assured in my paranormal incredulity, it was I who braved the deep, I, even, who had relayed the tale of the enigmatic contents of the newspaper room following my first venture there, and inadvertently set the neighborhood to wondering what horrors might be lurking at its bottom.""Goat"" 'What's the matter, Sutton?' Mr. Jenkins inquired. 'Schneider get your goat?'There was a momentous silent pause followed by the audible snap of thirty heads whipping around in unison towards the mortified young girl and the shamelessly grinning boy who had yanked on her ponytail until she'd finally shouted at him to quit it.""Fallen Ideal""I didn't think I wanted to get married. But now I wonder who will take me to the bathroom when I'm too old to stand.""Deep-Water Girl""Go on, deep-water girl! Keep on lookin' for that deep water! You won't never find it!""Rest Stop""He approached her, thumbs tucked into the pockets of his own full-length dungarees, evidently immune to the heat.'Say, that's an expensive trip, ' he observed. 'You, uh - you got enough money to get there?' ""Found Money""It was something, wasn't it? Finding five dollars. Not a matter of life or death, maybe. Not just yet.""Heads of the Line""Each job had its own rhythm. Scrape, scrape, scrape. Thunk; thunk; thunk. It was such a persuasive rhythm that sometimes you even forgot that it was a part of the job. Like that unfortunate header from last season...""Fog Line""He raised his flashlight and looked her over, as they always did, comparing the image on the out-of-state license to the young woman in the rusty van that pre-dated her by a decade.""Jackson, Mississippi"Essay on finally understanding how it must feel to be black in a largely white world."Baby and Me""Our best friends were having a baby. Inwardly, I groaned.""Funeral for Charlie""Charlie was dead, and the circumstances were more than a little fishy...""Dead in the Water""She hung suspended, gazing up at the sky, the sun, the surface, at the cord entangling her foot. It was too late. She would drown; she would die there beneath the water, ten feet away from the people who loved her.""Scars""Youth does not have a fair picture of itself... It is only with the perspective of years that we begin to see our lives in patterns, in great sweeping arcs that promise, if we examine them closely, to reveal to us something of ourselves, something of who we were, something of who we have become. Something of who we will become."This LARGE PRINT edition of Stories from My Memory-Shelf is printed in 20-point font.What stories are on YOUR memory-shelf?

From the author of On Hearing of My Mother's Death Six Years After It Happened: A Daughter's Memoir of Mental Illness, Stories from My Memory-Shelf is the story of my life told in short fiction and essays. Features author commentary on the real-life events that inspired the stories."Girl in Pink, Seeing Red"Never mess with a little girl's best friend - even if she is dressed all in pink."Two Fathers""He is clasping my hand and leading me down the street to the local bar; propping me up on a barstool so all his friends can see, can joke with me and about me while I twirl about on the red vinyl, tall and proud to be out with Daddy.""Yellow Wagon"A young girl walks to school alone - is she being stalked?"The Second Grade"Because everything's a first when you're in the second grade."Twilight""She was strong, she was beautiful, she was graceful. Even if it was only in twilight that it showed.""Past and Present"" 'It was lucky I forgot my keys, ' her mother was saying. 'I came back and found you lying in a pool of blood.' ""Haunted""Large for my age, prideful of my tomboyhood, and self-assured in my paranormal incredulity, it was I who braved the deep, I, even, who had relayed the tale of the enigmatic contents of the newspaper room following my first venture there, and inadvertently set the neighborhood to wondering what horrors might be lurking at its bottom.""Goat"" 'What's the matter, Sutton?' Mr. Jenkins inquired. 'Schneider get your goat?'There was a momentous silent pause followed by the audible snap of thirty heads whipping around in unison towards the mortified young girl and the shamelessly grinning boy who had yanked on her ponytail until she'd finally shouted at him to quit it.""Fallen Ideal""I didn't think I wanted to get married. But now I wonder who will take me to the bathroom when I'm too old to stand.""Deep-Water Girl""Go on, deep-water girl! Keep on lookin' for that deep water! You won't never find it!""Rest Stop""He approached her, thumbs tucked into the pockets of his own full-length dungarees, evidently immune to the heat.'Say, that's an expensive trip, ' he observed. 'You, uh - you got enough money to get there?' ""Found Money""It was something, wasn't it? Finding five dollars. Not a matter of life or death, maybe. Not just yet.""Heads of the Line""Each job had its own rhythm. Scrape, scrape, scrape. Thunk; thunk; thunk. It was such a persuasive rhythm that sometimes you even forgot that it was a part of the job. Like that unfortunate header from last season...""Fog Line""He raised his flashlight and looked her over, as they always did, comparing the image on the out-of-state license to the young woman in the rusty van that pre-dated her by a decade.""Jackson, Mississippi"Essay on finally understanding how it must feel to be black in a largely white world."Baby and Me""Our best friends were having a baby. Inwardly, I groaned.""Funeral for Charlie""Charlie was dead, and the circumstances were more than a little fishy...""Dead in the Water""She hung suspended, gazing up at the sky, the sun, the surface, at the cord entangling her foot. It was too late. She would drown; she would die there beneath the water, ten feet away from the people who loved her.""Scars""Youth does not have a fair picture of itself... It is only with the perspective of years that we begin to see our lives in patterns, in great sweeping arcs that promise, if we examine them closely, to reveal to us something of ourselves, something of who we were, something of who we have become. Something of who we will become."Stories from My Memory-Shelf is available in both standard and large print sizes.What stories are on YOUR memory-shelf?

It was the spring of 1989. I was sixteen years old, a junior in high school and an honors student. I had what every teenager wants: a stable family, a nice home in the suburbs, a great group of friends, big plans for my future, and no reason to believe that any of that would ever change.Then came my mother's psychosis.I experienced first-hand the terror of watching someone I loved transform into a monster, the terror of discovering that I was to be her primary victim. For years I've lived with the sadness of knowing that she, too, was a helpless victim - a victim of a terrible disease that consumed and destroyed the strong and caring woman I had once called Mom.My mother's illness took everything. My family, my home, my friends, my future. A year and a half later I would be living alone on the street on the other side of the country, wondering whether I could even survive on my own.But I did. That was how my mother - my real mother - raised me. To survive.She, too, was a survivor. It wasn't until last year that I learned that she had died - in 2007. No one will ever know her side of the story now. But perhaps, at last, it's time for me to tell mine.This SECOND edition of On Hearing of My Mother's Death Six Years After It Happened features an appendix containing supplemental materials not currently available in the eBook edition or in the first edition paperback.