Monday, 18 April 2016



“Sharing Rachel.” MuseItHOTMuseItUp Publishing. October 2014. 

TAGLINE: Sometimes people choose to live life to the fullest… 

BLURB: Burt and Rachel Markham are ordinary small business owners of a feed & seed store in a small Kansas farming and ranching community. Many years before, ayoung university graduates eagerly anticipating exciting overseas employment, a lifetime in Kansas was the furthest thing from their minds, particularly Rachel who was raised overseas and dreamed of going back. By July 2013 their twin 18-year old daughters, having graduated high school several months before, go east to attend a university. Burt and Rachel settle into their new life of an empty house and a predictable and unchanging routine that threatens to stretch far into the future. One summer evening Burt has an idea—but will Rachel accept the idea? If she does, will the idea add new excitement to their marriage, or destroy it? 

EXCERPT: She stood and grasped his hand. “It’s a little windy out, but it looks like there’s only a slight drizzle. We won’t get too wet walking home.” 
Burt glanced at the steaming dancers again and smiled. “It’s been a long time since we walked in the rain.” 
“It has been,” she said and leaned against him. 
“I always liked walking in the rain. A light rain that is. A slight drizzle is better.” They stepped into the cool twilight. “Anyway, when your blouse is soaked your nipples really stand out.” 
“Oh God,” Rachel giggled. Silent lightning lit the wet road as if showing the way home. 
Burt slipped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. 
“Hi,” he whispered in her ear. She responded with a little sigh and reached back to place her hands on his hips. 
The greeting was their signal when in public that one or the other was horny. They began whispering “hi” to each other shortly after they became lovers; now they also whispered it after he slipped into her or when she seated herself on him and they were looking into each other’s eyes. 
The storms passed and the humid summer heat returned. The feed store remained busy. The trains rumbled past Four Corners, past their home, as they had done for the past two decades. Burt always thought that the late night train whistle that echoed across the moonlit prairie was one of the loneliest sounds he ever heard. 
One night during their dinner walk they passed by the dark school. Rachel paused and stared at the small wooden building. Twinkling fireflies floated through the schoolyard. 
“Are you going to volunteer this year?” he asked. Classes would start in a few days. 
She was silent for a few moments before shaking her head. “No. I enjoyed being a volunteer teacher’s aide, but with the girls gone…” Her voice trailed into silence. “It wouldn’t be the same.” 
Burt brushed her long hair away from her face. “What about soccer?” 
“They asked me and I said I’d help on special occasions, like the end of season awards banquet.” She folded her arms around herself as if she were cold, though a warm breeze blew across the moonlit prairie. “But otherwise, no.” 
“It wouldn’t be the same?” 
Jahjah,” she whispered. 
“Well, okay. I mean, there’s been a big change in our lives, but it doesn’t have to mean cutting most ties.” 
When they returned to the farmhouse Rachel announced she was going for a swim. She poured a glass of Sauvignon Blanc for herself and picked up a CD player. She usually listened to classical music, waltzes, and operas when floating in the pool. There was a chakra wind chime hanging near the pool for the times when she felt like floating in near silence except for the chimes and the sound of the prairie wind. 
A few moments later Burt followed with beer in hand. Maggie trotted behind him, rawhide bone in her jaws. Classical music floated through the night; fireflies played hide and seek among the neatly trimmed hedges along the perimeter of the yard. Others drifted in and out of the nearby cornfield, while the insects of the night droned on in disharmony. 
He saw Rachel drop a dark robe to her feet. In the silvery light of the moon her nude fleshy form had a ghostly white sheen to it. She glanced over her shoulder, flashed a lusty smile at him, and dove into the pool. He stood by the edge of the pool and watched her gliding beneath the sparkling moonlit water. Then she surfaced, rolled and floated on her back with closed eyes. A pair of fireflies circled above her face. 
It was the second time she was skinny dipping. It was like she was shedding the older, busy exterior of motherhood so that her younger carefree personality could reassert itself. 
He sipped his beer and watched her face with Bettie Page bangs plastered to her forehead, surrounded by a fan of long hair and the glimmering water. She looked so content. 
A thought was born. 
A surprising thought. 
A thought he never entertained before about his wife of 21 years—and the mother of his children. He walked unsteadily to a wooden chair with thick cushions and sat down heavily. He gulped his beer. A warm breeze flowed through the night; the trees rustled and the field of corn swayed like watery currents. Fireflies sailed past him. 
“Dammit,” Burt whispered to himself in disbelief…disbelief and excitement. And trepidation. What would her reaction be? What would she say? Could he even find a way to suggest it? 
He returned to the poolside. Her eyes were open. Moonlit water droplets on her beautiful face sparkled like tiny diamonds. 
The thought wouldn’t let go. It took root 

Exploring Boundaries
The world of Erotic Romance is filled with a great variety of possibilities and plots. Some of these plots may sound a bit outlandish to some, but then again, remember the old adage, “Truth can be stranger than fiction.”
That being said, I am certain that some happily married couples may, for whatever reason, wish to explore their personal and marital boundaries, and if that means pushing societal boundaries, well then, so be it. As long as the couple are happily married, communicate well, do not keep secrets from each other, and both are interested in exploring their boundaries.
And if this exploration includes a third person, well, as long as the couple are happily married…
I generally write in a variety of genres to include science fiction, horror, fantasy, erotica, erotic romance, and military/supernatural fiction. When it comes to writing Erotic Romance, which hasn’t been all that long that I’ve written in that field, I usually write about ordinary people. No billionaire CEOs or super models and exotic, foreign cities. Just ordinary people in Kansas or Colorado, ordinary people of the type that we encounter every day in real life.
That’s the sort of people that Rachel and Burt Markham of Sharing Rachel, are. Happily married, parents of two grown daughters, involved in their community, and small business owners. Just like so many real people that we all know.
The thing is, in real life, which ordinary people are exploring their boundaries? Come to think of it, in real life, maybe you and yours might someday explore boundaries? Have you ever thought about it? Exploration can be fun if the two of you are happily married, communicate well, do not keep secrets from each other, and…
Have fun!

Stan Hampton, Sr. is a full-blood Choctaw of the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, a divorced grandfather to 13 wonderful grandchildren, and a published photographer and photojournalist. He retired on 1 July 2013 from the Army National Guard with the rank of Sergeant First Class; he previously served in the active duty Army (1974-1985), the Army Individual Ready Reserve (1985-1995) (mobilized for the Persian Gulf War), and enlisted in the Nevada Army National Guard in October 2004, after which he was mobilized for Federal active duty for almost three years. Hampton is a veteran of Operations Noble Eagle (2004-2006) and Iraqi Freedom (2006-2007) with deployment to northern Kuwait and several convoy security missions into Iraq.
He has had two solo photographic exhibitions and curated a third. His writings have appeared as stand-alone stories and in anthologies from Dark Opus Press, Edge Science Fiction & Fantasy, Melange Books, Musa Publishing, MuseItUp Publishing, Ravenous Romance, and as stand-alone stories in Horror Bound Magazine, The Harrow, and River Walk Journal, among others.
As of April 2014, after being in a 2-year Veterans Administration program for Homeless Veterans, Hampton is officially no longer a homeless Iraq War veteran.
In May 2014 he graduated from the College of Southern Nevada with an Associate of Applied Science Degree in Photography – Commercial Photography Emphasis. A future goal is to study for a degree in archaeology—hopefully to someday work in and photograph underwater archaeology (and also learning to paint). He is currently studying in a double major in Art and English at the University of Nevada-Las Vegas.
After over 14 years of brown desert in the Southwest and overseas, he misses the Rocky Mountains, yellow aspens in the fall, running rivers, and a warm fireplace during snowy winters.

Hampton can be found at:
Barnes and Noble
Dark Opus Press
Edge Science Fiction & Fantasy Publishing
Melange Books
MuseItUp Publishing
Ravenous Romance Author Page UK Author Page
Goodreads Author Page

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  1. This author has written an interesting sounding book. Rachel sounds like a lucky lady. And just because you're married doesn't mean you can't explore your sexuality.


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  3. I agree, this does sound interesting.


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