‘I can’t believe you wrote a dirty book!’
I am a former lawyer and a sometime journalist. I have more than 30 years of experience combining my legal and writing skills, working for law firms, bar associations, legal publications, and yes, even courts. I know the backrooms better than the corner offices, but it has been a living.
Writing a collection of short stories the revolved around the fantasies of a young lawyer toiling away in a law firm seemed to be a natural extension of my life experience. Yes, I kicked it up a bit, making the sex a bit more exciting and a bit more explicit than most would imagine lawyers were capable of, but lawyers are not only human, they also fall privy to the frivolities of the heart. They love, they laugh, and yes, they even have kinky sex. My stories are fiction embroidered with a window into legal world.
So when I completed my book, and it was accepted by a publisher, I expected my family and friends to be as excited as I was, and yes, I even expected them to be proud. Most were. Except for one individual, who shall remain nameless. She reacted with such disdain, such outright prudery, that I was left questioning my intentions for writing the book.
The completion of my book was a coming of age, of sorts. It was a declaration that nothing could defeat me. In 2002, I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. The diagnosis was soul-crushing, but not unexpected. For years, my complaints about clumsiness and stiffness in my legs had been brushed off as arthritis. When I started falling without explanation, I began to push harder, and one morning, after I awoke and was unable to move, I threw down the gauntlet. I demanded an explanation from my doctors, and after some rather terrifying tests—I defy anyone to submit to a spinal tap and enjoy it—I was diagnosed with MS. Sometimes, when you have plans, God laughs, hard. The day before my diagnosis I had finally paid off my exorbitant student debt. I was planning a vacation somewhere warm to celebrate.
Unfortunately, I was suddenly a newly divorced mother with a young child, who had recently left the legal world to start her own business as a legal marketing and public relations consultant with a chronic neurological disease, one without a cure. I was terrified. I struggled through multiple treatments and medications, until finally, in 2008, I felt ready to move on with my life. My disease was considered “stabilized.” Then the fun began. For a variety of reasons, I was subjected to six surgeries in five years. I was literally in an anesthesia fog. I had been warned that it would take up to a year for each round to clear out of my body and mind, but the cumulative effect left me a mere shadow of myself. My mind was a big fat blank.
One day, I woke up and my mind was clear. I was churning with ambition and grand ideas. I wanted to write a book. For more than 20 years, I had been collecting information on my late grandfather, who had founded a notorious religious cult in Canada. I began writing. At the same time, for my own amusement, I began to write fantasies about lawyers in love, throwing in a little kink to spice things up. I never expected those stories to see the light of day. They were personal, a reflection of my experiences as a woman lawyer and all the frustrations that I witnessed firsthand.
However, after experiencing considerable frustration over finding an agent for the book about my grandfather, and never finding one, I switched gears. I knew the book was good and eventually, someone would embrace it as I had, but I was becoming a “query machine” and I was in danger of losing my passion.
So I decided to compile my short stories and shop them around. My idea was to offer a guilty pleasure, something that could be stuck in a purse or a briefcase for quick read on the train or during a break at work. When the book was picked up by a credible publisher, I was ecstatic. Finally, I felt like I had taken my life back.
So my response to that snooty little relative who reacted with such scorn: “Did I write a dirty book?”
Damn right. In fact, thus far I have written four!
When love and lust combine in the legal world, something kinky will happen, says Milwaukee author Seelie Kay, a former attorney.
Kinky Briefs, Too, a collection of short stories about lawyers, love, and law firm hijinks, was released by eXtasy Books today and is now available for sale as an ebook on the publisher’s website. It will soon be available as an ebook and paperback from major booksellers, including Amazon.com.
The book continues the theme of lawyers and other legal staff in love from its predecessor, Kinky Briefs, which was released on February 24. That book received five-star reviews from Goodreads.com, Amazon.com, and ManicReaders.com.
The collection of short stories in Kinky Briefs, Too provide a humorous, but twisted look at the inner workings of the legal world, from a mass torts lawyer determined to win the heart of a law student to the trauma of a courthouse shooting and the seduction of a paralegal by a billionaire in a romantic, but very public setting.
“Many stories are drawn from the headlines and combined with a touch of fantasy to provide a contemporary, romantic twist,” says Kay, who writes under a nom de plume.
She says her book is intended to be a guilty pleasure, something “to stick in your backpack, purse, or briefcase, ready for a quick peek during breaks and moments of leisure.”
Kay adds, “You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you might even blush, but one thing is for certain, you will never look at lawyers or the legal profession in quite the same way. Heck, this book might even convince you to apply to law school!”
Kinky Briefs, Too is available as an e-book at www.extasybooks.com and will eventually be sold by major booksellers, including www.amazon.com. It is the second book in a series.
Bio
Seelie Kay is nom de plume for a lawyer and journalist, the author of Kinky Briefs and the soon to be released Kinky Briefs, Too and The Garage Dweller. She is currently completing Kinky Briefs, Thrice. She lives near Milwaukee, WI, and can be reached at www.seeliekay.com or www.seeliekay.blogspot.com.
I am a former lawyer and a sometime journalist. I have more than 30 years of experience combining my legal and writing skills, working for law firms, bar associations, legal publications, and yes, even courts. I know the backrooms better than the corner offices, but it has been a living.
Writing a collection of short stories the revolved around the fantasies of a young lawyer toiling away in a law firm seemed to be a natural extension of my life experience. Yes, I kicked it up a bit, making the sex a bit more exciting and a bit more explicit than most would imagine lawyers were capable of, but lawyers are not only human, they also fall privy to the frivolities of the heart. They love, they laugh, and yes, they even have kinky sex. My stories are fiction embroidered with a window into legal world.
So when I completed my book, and it was accepted by a publisher, I expected my family and friends to be as excited as I was, and yes, I even expected them to be proud. Most were. Except for one individual, who shall remain nameless. She reacted with such disdain, such outright prudery, that I was left questioning my intentions for writing the book.
The completion of my book was a coming of age, of sorts. It was a declaration that nothing could defeat me. In 2002, I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. The diagnosis was soul-crushing, but not unexpected. For years, my complaints about clumsiness and stiffness in my legs had been brushed off as arthritis. When I started falling without explanation, I began to push harder, and one morning, after I awoke and was unable to move, I threw down the gauntlet. I demanded an explanation from my doctors, and after some rather terrifying tests—I defy anyone to submit to a spinal tap and enjoy it—I was diagnosed with MS. Sometimes, when you have plans, God laughs, hard. The day before my diagnosis I had finally paid off my exorbitant student debt. I was planning a vacation somewhere warm to celebrate.
Unfortunately, I was suddenly a newly divorced mother with a young child, who had recently left the legal world to start her own business as a legal marketing and public relations consultant with a chronic neurological disease, one without a cure. I was terrified. I struggled through multiple treatments and medications, until finally, in 2008, I felt ready to move on with my life. My disease was considered “stabilized.” Then the fun began. For a variety of reasons, I was subjected to six surgeries in five years. I was literally in an anesthesia fog. I had been warned that it would take up to a year for each round to clear out of my body and mind, but the cumulative effect left me a mere shadow of myself. My mind was a big fat blank.
One day, I woke up and my mind was clear. I was churning with ambition and grand ideas. I wanted to write a book. For more than 20 years, I had been collecting information on my late grandfather, who had founded a notorious religious cult in Canada. I began writing. At the same time, for my own amusement, I began to write fantasies about lawyers in love, throwing in a little kink to spice things up. I never expected those stories to see the light of day. They were personal, a reflection of my experiences as a woman lawyer and all the frustrations that I witnessed firsthand.
However, after experiencing considerable frustration over finding an agent for the book about my grandfather, and never finding one, I switched gears. I knew the book was good and eventually, someone would embrace it as I had, but I was becoming a “query machine” and I was in danger of losing my passion.
So I decided to compile my short stories and shop them around. My idea was to offer a guilty pleasure, something that could be stuck in a purse or a briefcase for quick read on the train or during a break at work. When the book was picked up by a credible publisher, I was ecstatic. Finally, I felt like I had taken my life back.
So my response to that snooty little relative who reacted with such scorn: “Did I write a dirty book?”
Damn right. In fact, thus far I have written four!
When love and lust combine in the legal world, something kinky will happen, says Milwaukee author Seelie Kay, a former attorney.
Kinky Briefs, Too, a collection of short stories about lawyers, love, and law firm hijinks, was released by eXtasy Books today and is now available for sale as an ebook on the publisher’s website. It will soon be available as an ebook and paperback from major booksellers, including Amazon.com.
The book continues the theme of lawyers and other legal staff in love from its predecessor, Kinky Briefs, which was released on February 24. That book received five-star reviews from Goodreads.com, Amazon.com, and ManicReaders.com.
The collection of short stories in Kinky Briefs, Too provide a humorous, but twisted look at the inner workings of the legal world, from a mass torts lawyer determined to win the heart of a law student to the trauma of a courthouse shooting and the seduction of a paralegal by a billionaire in a romantic, but very public setting.
“Many stories are drawn from the headlines and combined with a touch of fantasy to provide a contemporary, romantic twist,” says Kay, who writes under a nom de plume.
She says her book is intended to be a guilty pleasure, something “to stick in your backpack, purse, or briefcase, ready for a quick peek during breaks and moments of leisure.”
Kay adds, “You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you might even blush, but one thing is for certain, you will never look at lawyers or the legal profession in quite the same way. Heck, this book might even convince you to apply to law school!”
Kinky Briefs, Too is available as an e-book at www.extasybooks.com and will eventually be sold by major booksellers, including www.amazon.com. It is the second book in a series.
Bio
Seelie Kay is nom de plume for a lawyer and journalist, the author of Kinky Briefs and the soon to be released Kinky Briefs, Too and The Garage Dweller. She is currently completing Kinky Briefs, Thrice. She lives near Milwaukee, WI, and can be reached at www.seeliekay.com or www.seeliekay.blogspot.com.
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