Bronwyn Green

The Corner of Quirky & Kinky

“Ugh. Fuck my life,” I muttered, as I rounded the counter to start my shift. Not only did I have to work with Cassidy, Queen of the Bitches, but the guy I’d turned down last night at a campus party was sitting at a table across from the barista’s station. Cassidy arched a perfectly shaped […]

This week’s story was inspired by Avicii’s Wake Me Up”. You can check out the video here and the lyrics here. Jasper stared at the man who was currently validating and encouraging his sister more than he realized she’d needed. Guilt prodded him. He’d been working so many hours lately, and when he wasn’t at […]

This is a continuation of a story that started here. The farther Persephone walked, the darker the sky became. No longer the fierce blue of an autumn afternoon, storm clouds swirled above and the mist rose from the ground as the air rapidly cooled while rain pelted her, stinging her skin beneath her cloak.. It […]

She studied her reflection in the mirror in the hallway outside his hotel suite. She knew what he’d see. A young ingénue eager to soak up his knowledge and wisdom. And possibly his cock if he thought she was legal and he could finesse her into it. He was beyond predictable. While doing his college […]

This month’s flash fic was inspired by Counting Crows “God of Ocean Tides”. Here are the lyrics and the video if you’d like to check them out. I don’t know why I agreed to this trip. I don’t know what I thought would be different here. Other than the weather. Maybe I thought that would […]

Somehow, it’s our final Promptly Penned of the year. I’ve been really looking forward to this one. As soon as Jess and I saw this, it sparked an idea. And thanks to this prompt and flash fic, we have plans for some connected Bound books–written separately but connected and happening concurrently. And this prompt brought […]

The prompt will appear in bold in the text.  “As my assistant, I’ll expect to be able to delegate a variety of tasks to you.” I nodded, keeping up with Susan’s brisk pace. “Of course, ma’am. Anything you need.” She arched an eyebrow at me. “First off, don’t ma’am me. I hate that.” “Yes, m–sorry.” […]