Meet Elliott St. John Nicholas Wainwright DanBois, a young man with society roots (maybe even royal) a taste for the high life and a family mansion that is falling apart. The only way he can keep it is by doing what he does best, keep women happy. 

Women call him "E", men call him a cad.

Elliott's story takes place somewhere between 1890 and 1920. There is mystery, intrigue, romance, maybe a little sex, and touches of Steampunk.

The DanBois Park estate is on the outskirts of a large city in the United States. Elliott's father wandered off into the jungles of South American and his mother left her lover behind to go after him. The lover, Figbee, returns to DanBois Park, after all, he had no where else to go.

Elliott lives in the upper floor rooms of the mansion, the lower three floors being unfit for humans or rats. He has slowly converted the upstairs servants' quarters into an elegant, if not a little tattered, living area. The sub-basement(s), where he lived for a while, are now his workshop and... other things.

A large woman named Lydia is him pimpess, arranging for all his meetings with the lonely upper society wives of the city. There is, of course, a connection that goes back several years with Lydia.

He has one over-riding desire and that is to re-establish his family home and eventually bring the people who had done so much harm to his family, to justice.

Into all this turmoil walks a woman the likes of which he's never met before, Beatrix Prime.

Please check out my blog at sablejak.tumblr.com where I am posting parts the story of Elliott DanBois in bits and pieces. As a matter of fact, what I am posting is, if you will, the rough draft of the story as it unfolds to me.

My original plan for the blog was to illustrate the Gigolo posts with wonderful black and white photographs of Hollywood's early leading men, all in their tuxedo'd glory. Alas, copyrights being what they are... 

What can I say about Lila.  She was born late one night as little snippets of scenes bubbled to the surface of my sleep deprived brain.

Well, that's not entirely true. I'd always wanted to start a story something like this: " _____ strolled into _____ at 7:00 pm on a dismal Friday night. By the time she left Sunday morning ten people were annihilated, the church razed and the jail burned."

And so I did, using the name "Lila Lovely" and the town name of Ellistown. But the story came to me oddly. Usually when I write I either have the whole story in my mind, or I pick up a thread and follow it. But this story... oh, this story was SO very different. 

I started posting it as it came to me, in short little pieces that jumped from scene to scene, on Facebook. The next thing I knew, I had people asking for more.

Currently I'm working with a wonderful artist on an illustrated story utilizing Lila's first appearance. 

I've written a couple other short Lila stories, and I have to admit, I've written the start of a couple others. You see, I just write Lila as she comes to me, in short bursts.

I have to admit, I love... LOVE... writing flash fiction and Lila combines my love of characters that border on amoral and flashes of verbage that keep you jumping and wondering.

Perhaps I'll post Lila's first story here. I haven't decided. It was on my old webpage, I'll have to think about it.

If you troll through my blog at sablejak.tumblr.com you'll actually find the first story in its entirety and parts of another one and, maybe even a third one.