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DrSpin (AKA Neil Anthony) is another award-winning author turned pro. In addition to an award-winning and oft-nominated series (the Adventures of Ace Dyson), I liked "The Gravid Contract" and others. Spin is capable of writing from the dark side of the force as well. "Betsy Fifty Bucks" is a story of despair and depression, powerful and moving, and not to be read without chocolate handy. You'll need your endorphins stimulated. He is one of Ruthie's Foursome.
* DrSpin's Standard Disclaimer:
I write and you read, if you care to.
That's all there is to it. Any reader
who is offended should not have been
here in the first place.
Abducted By Aliens (M/F+, aphro, not sci-fi) March 2000, 7,500 words, 44,KB
The first Ace ![[Ace's logo]](images/DrSpin_Ace_Logo.gif) misadventure
Ace Dyson can't say no to a woman with a problem. And then another. And yet another. Luckily a mysterious side-effect of New Zealand shellfish means he can keep up the pace in satisfactory style.
Celestial Reviews 359"23 March 2000
"Let me say it up front. This was an absolutely delightful story.""Celeste.
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| Venus |
plot & character |
10 |
| Athena |
technical quality |
10 |
| Celeste |
appeal to reviewer |
10 |
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Another Ace misadventure
wherein Ace meets The Doctor ![[The Doctor's logo]](images/DrSpin_Alison_logo.gif)
Ace Dyson is back in New Zealand and deep in trouble. The mayor's naughty daughter is on again/off again and once more Ace has to get out of town faster than a speeding bullet.
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This story is a
Pendragon Challenge
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Another Ace misadventure
The 'plane has broken down in Bahrain. Ace Dyson is bored out of his skull cooped up in the holding lounge of the new international airport. What, or whom, can he find to occupy his time?
Quickie reviews of recent stories, 3rd May 2000
"Ace shags a red hot redhead in the disabled toilet at Bahrain airport. This woman is furious. She's stuck in this airport with no bar, her husband is fast asleep and her flight is hours late. When Ace propositions her she doesn't know whether to kick him, fuck him or slap him so she does all three. Great.""Erota
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Another Ace misadventure
wherein Ace meets The Colonel ![[The Colonel's logo]](images/DrSpin_Colonel_logo.gif)
The new boss is an ex-USAF Colonel and she's coming down hard on hapless Ace. The boss is a fucking sheila? Too fucking right! And a long-legged blonde, too. Ace will need the luck of the devil to get out of this one.
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Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Colonel
Senator "Richo" Richardson smells a rat when Miss New Zealand performs the magic flute on Ace's young brother, Fletcher, before he goes out to represent Australia against the dreaded All Blacks. Against a background of Sydney Olympic Games skulduggery, Ace broadens his sexual horizons and explores his uneasy relationship with The Colonel.
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Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Colonel
Ace is imprisoned in a Chinese monastery with big mobs of un-naturally randy little Chinese sheilas. And guess what he has to do to get out…
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Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Colonel
Why me? Excellent question. That's exactly what I asked the Colonel when she told me I was going to be the brat's minder until the movie was finished.
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I really ought to get married, I said to myself. Maybe then women would stop taking advantage of me just because I was single, hetero, clean, healthy, uncomplicated, and passably good looking, depending on the vagaries of taste.
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Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Colonel
"Holly Hooper. A formidable woman, highly ambitious, extremely dangerous. Establish a rapport with her. I need to know everything I can about her, what she says, who she talks to, what she's thinking."
With the Colonel's description begins another Ace Misadventure.
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Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Colonel
I had a feeling the next few days were going to be hard work. Fancy footwork would be needed. Ah well. It's a tough life and a dirty job, but somebody has to do it.
"Ladies," I began, "call me Ace. Everybody does."
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Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Colonel
Damn. Why was this woman always such a trial to me? I looked at her as she lay crumpled on the grass, one arm flung wide and the other fallen between her thighs. She really did have an excellent figure. Nice curly pubic hair. Fluffy. And her breasts were quite lovely.
What do you do with a naked boss lying unconscious at your feet? Good question. I studied her and tried to come up with an answer that wouldn't get me into big mobs of trouble.
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Ice-Cold, Too Beautiful, (MF+) July, 2003
Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Doctor
Telephone.
"Ace?"
"Yeah," I said sleepily. Who? What?
"If anybody's with you, get her out. I'll be there in half an hour."
Click.
I sat up and looked at my watch on the bedside table. It was just gone 9.30am. It was Sunday morning and I was having a luxurious lie-in.
Was. Maybe I still could. No, damn it all, not possible. Bloody hell. Only half an hour. I swung out of bed, confronted the truth of myself in the bathroom mirror, pensively, and started the sluggish job of making Ace Dyson as presentable as he could be. Only she could make me try this hard. Of all the women I had known, she was the one who could most make me feel inept, inadequate, unworthy.
Insecurity, thy name is Dr. Allison King.
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Belles of the Bali Ball, (MF+) July, 2003
Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Colonel
Annabelle Cossington-Bell was old money, old school, old fashioned, and an old dragon. She was also a 15% company shareholder in Pacific Rimfire Australia and a meddlesome member of the Board of Directors. She had long been a widow, and it was not hard to imagine Mr. Crispin Cossington-Bell dying gratefully in sheer self-defence, in an upper class version of what the lower classes called "doing a runner." Mrs. Cossington-Bell was the sort of woman any bloke would want to escape from. Inescapably, however, she was to be my date for a formal ball during a three-day excursion on the lush tropical island of Bali.
Now why would I be doing such an improbable thing?
"Because I order it," said PRA chief executive, Colonel Ruth Webster, reading my face and anticipating the question.
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Purple Passion and the Gypsy's Armpit, (MF+) July, 2003
Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Colonel
Great Aunt Matilda died a spinster at the exceptional age of 94. I'd met her maybe three times and certainly not since my voice broke, but apparently she liked me. I got one of those letters everyone hopes to get. Something to your advantage. Attend upon J.L. Krone, Esq., of Savage, Savage and Krone, at your convenience. Hell's bells and bless your silvery whiskers, Great Aunt Matilda. I take back all the things I thought about you when I was eight years old and you made me sing Danny Boy in a quavering soprano to a bunch of frightening old ladies.
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Don't Drink the Water, (MF+) July, 2003
Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Colonel
"No fucking way," I said murderously. "They can't even spell my name right."
"I'm thinking about it," the Colonel said, vastly amused. "It seems your butt is commercial property, and if I say you go, you go."
"Ma'am, my butt is my own. It goes where I take it."
"Dyson, in fact your butt is mine. It goes where I send it."
Fuck.
What does a bloke have to do to be taken seriously in this world?
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Bottoms Up, (MF+) July, 2003
Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Doctor
If ever I get stupid enough to allow memoirs, this episode won't be in them. Dyson drops his daks and dangles his dick at a bunch of rich-bitch spotty little sheilas. How humiliating. And all so two daughters I will rarely be allowed near can have the privilege of growing up snotty and superior. It was the worst of the legion of bad things Allison King had done to me.
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Wedding Blues on Green Island, (MF+) July, 2003
Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Doctor
A beautiful naked blonde invites you to fuck her, on condition that you lay no claim to any ensuing progeny. What are you going to say? What would any man say? When the target is in sight you don't think ahead to the afterglow, let alone nine months down the track.
Allison King manipulated me on the first day I met her. She's been doing it ever since.
Allison was now seven months pregnant with our second child, apparently another daughter. Same deal. She got me again. She valued my sperm but not me. But I had extracted from her, at some personal cost to dignity, a promise of one free afternoon with Belinda. The date was marked with a circle on my Anna Kournikova kitchen wall calendar ($29.95 but worth every cent. July is a killer). The time had come to collect on the promise.
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Where In The World is Vladimir Gurov, (MF+) July, 2003
Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Colonel
The intensely dark or vice versa small sheila did not look happy. Ashira was a fake name. I knew that straight away down in the bar. I'm not stupid. Who's called Ashira? But she had been hot to trot and she was sexy in a darkly intensive small-packaged way. I may be easy but I'm not stupid.
That was then. Now I could tell she was not happy as she leaned over me, her pointy little tits scraping my chest. I could tell she was not happy because she had a small but intensely dark snub-nosed pistol pressed hard against my cheekbone.
"You're dead," she hissed intensely.
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A Bunch of Annies and The Big Banana, (MF+) July, 2003
Another Ace misadventure
It got bent out of shape at The Big Banana, and it hasn't been straightened out since. If it's true that you make your own trouble, then I sure am a gifted troublemaker. Women, you know. They never seem to bring me good luck.
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Rainbow Serpent Dreaming, (MF+) July, 2003
Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Colonel
She didn't respond. All day she'd been remote, distracted, uncommunicative. Even the acid banter that made up the bulk of our customary conversation was missing. The relationship had turned sour. For a while we'd been friends. Almost, we were more than that. We went to the brink and turned back, and since then it had all gone to pieces. For the past few weeks we'd barely spoken at all.
God knows what the two of us were doing together in this empty place. The grizzled geologist who was supposed to be our guide had come down with severe tummy wobbles and we'd dropped him off at the health clinic at Yuendumu. Served by a map that folded out to be half as big as the inside of the vehicle, we decided to press on alone. Why? Well, that was a complicated question. She wasn't going to back out just because she would be alone with me, and vice versa. I could almost see the repressed rage that was so much part of her nature bubbling beneath the surface. Me? I wasn't angry. I'm never angry. But for some reason I couldn't put my finger on, she caused me niggling pain, and that brought out my stubborn streak.
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Coming... Soon?
Another Ace misadventure
featuring The Colonel
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Has it come to this? After 20 Ace Dyson episodes, is our sexy hero really ready to settle down? And with an older woman, no less? One who's been such a hard boss? Ace Dyson, house-husband and kept man? Can it be?
To tell the truth, I don't know. I haven't written it yet. But it can't be that simple. No. There must be a few twists and turns in this road yet.
To be continued.
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