✍️ Sarnia de la Mare FRSA Teller of Tales 🍿

Tale Teller Club™ Episodes & Posts The Case of the Parma Violets A Ginny Greaves Short by Sarnia de la Mare Grease and Eyeliner, A Mills and Swoon Short by Sarnia de la Mare for Tale Teller Club 🎛️ The History of Synthwave: Neon Dreams and Retro Machines By Rife Vibes Music Therapy 🎬 The Tale Teller Club Unleashed: Where Band Meets Machine New Media New Entertainment Strata 23: Convergence, Book of Immersion Volume 2 by Sarnia de la Mare Ginny Greaves: The Case of the Disappearing Demeanour by Sarnia de la Mare A Tart Affair in the Riviera A Mills and Swoon comedy romance short by Sarnia The Dilemma of the Disappearing Derrière A Mills and Swoon short by Sarnia The Art of Falling, Elegantly, A Mills and Swoon Comedy Romance Short Story by Sarnia Private Investigator Ginny Greaves, a lipstick lesbian who never mixes business and pleasure Homoteching with the Homotechs with iServalan, Flex, Vapour Punk and friends Best 10 Sci-Fi Books now on the internet and beyond 2025 and why th...

Private Investigator Ginny Greaves , a lipstick lesbian who never mixes business and pleasure The Brotherly Love Band It was ten past gin o’clock on a Thursday and I was two bills behind rent when trouble swanned into my office in designer heels and a moral compass that pointed directly to the gutter. She had diamonds on her ears, guilt in her eyes, and the kind of pout that suggested she kissed too much or too often, or probably both. “You’re Ginny Greaves,” she said, like she wasn’t impressed but was willing to pretend if I solved the case. “That’s what the door says, unless someone’s replaced the lettering with ‘Ask Me About My Childhood Trauma.’” I leaned back in my chair and gestured to the seat opposite. “What’s missing, sweetheart? Husband? Poodle? Self-respect?” I watched her hips as they tried to hypnotise me, but I wasn'e falling for this broad. Those hips were a warning. She sat. Crossed her legs like a lethal weapon. Lowered her voice to a scandalous whisper. “My ring. ...

Mills and Swoon: “The Duke of Dunstable’s Seduction” by Sarnia de la Mare, for Tale Teller Club Publishing. Lady Antonia Bellweather had three secrets, well a lot more than three but I will break readers in gently. She couldn’t ride side-saddle without swearing. Her French maid was actually from Glasgow. And she’d once had a highly inappropriate dream about the Duke of Dunstable involving marmalade and a velvet chaise. (It was a strange dream that also involved the butler, but luckily, things had become hazy at that point.) Sadly, the Duke had yet to reciprocate any marmalade-based fantasies, though he did occasionally stare at her bodice as if trying to recall where he’d left his monocle. Her Ladyship had spent all season attempting to draw more of the Duke's attention. She had even asked assistance of her friends, a lady of ill repute and even her French maid (just in case the things they say about Glaswegian girls was actually true). The Season was in full swing. Antonia’s dance...