As you made your way to the Russian Erotic Museum in Saint Petersburg today, I hope you did your best not to let Jenny tail ya’. Many a spy would follow those that would seek a glimpse of the great Russian holy man Grigori Rasputin’s holy business, and it is indeed an oddity that is hard to keep under wraps. When my character of Tatiana, a young ad executive in Manhattan, gets ahold of the legendary relic through family ties, it changes her in ways she could not have foreseen. Mainly it’s because the old rapscallion’s ghost is still attached, and he has some mesmerizing and manipulation on his mind. Read my brief and terrifying blog of how I wove this illuminated tally whacker into a novella that I hold out hope of publishing, over at the Labyrinth Project. 4 out of 5 Urologists recommend it.

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