My name is Regina Mitchell, pen name Roxanne Hargrove. I live in a small town in Ohio in my small two bedroom apartment and work third shift at Wal-Mart, stocking groceries.
I've been writing short stories since I was in high school. Everyone used to read them and love them. I switched to writing erotica while in my early 20s and shared my stories with my friends, who would get all hot and bothered reading them.
A year ago, I joined some Flash Fiction blog groups and started writing those on Tuesdays and Fridays. The people who read my Flashes really liked them and people started encouraging me to expand my stories and start self-publishing.
I don't have the patience to write a whole novel so I still just write Flashes and short stories but I did finally publish one of my stories on Amazon, Smashwords, and Barnes and Nobel. I'm really glad I did because I got some really good reviews and the whole experience of self-publishing is fun.
I don't write much anymore because I have my editing company. I enjoy editing more anyway. I get to help authors out at affordable rates and I get to read great stories before they're even published. I'd have to admit, seeing my company's name inside the cover of a book as the editor is really nice too.
Interests Reading, Writing, Editing, Building Web Sites, Video Games (RPG and Horror), Horror movies
Favorite Books The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings trilogy by JRR Tolkien, The Shannara Series by Terry Brooks, Urban Gothic and The Rising and City of the Dead by Brian Keene
Favorite Authors Brian Keene, Alexandra Anthony, Chrissy Peebles, Hunter S. Joned, J.R.R. Tolkien, Terry Brooks
They say the eyes are the portal to your soul. What do you see when you look into my eyes? Look deeply and know my thoughts and my desires. Am I weak and easily taken advantage of? Am I strong and can get through any obstacle life throws in my way? Do you see pain or do you see triumph? I see a woman begging to be touched delicately. Whose heart has been torn from her chest time and time again, yet survived. I see the des...
An abused housewife gets revenge on her husband. (Part of a short story still in progress)
Clarissa was an abused housewife. Anyone who saw her could tell that. Not that anyone ever saw her anymore these days. No, her husband, Shelton wouldn’t allow that. He barely ever let her step foot out of the house anymore. He said no one would want to look upon such a pathetic little waste such as her. They used to be a happy couple once. At least she thought they were. They met at the restaurant she used to work at. She...
A lost lover remembered through the musical notes played on a piano.
Sharlene sat at the piano for what seemed like hours, staring at the keys. She reminisced of times spent with Klyde. She began fingering the keys and notes she never heard before began to play. She closed her eyes and images played in her mind as the music flowed. His fingers played over her body elegantly. He knew exactly what he was doing and where to touch to get the most erotic responses from her. Klyde was truly a ma...