Erotic Romance Author Beau Johnson


Isn’t it funny how the memories before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterward? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle–it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It’s not an act of bitterness. It’s an act if self-preservation. It’s not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?” ― Ally Condie, First Day


Breaking Bad

“Ever since I’ve met you, I’ve wanted to break every rule.” Aiden turned away, the muscles in his neck tensing. He sighed. “You’ll become the center of someone’s world one day. And he’ll be the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth.” ― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Pure

A Request

“Don’t kiss me like a woman if you’re going to treat me like a child.” ― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave


“No. No, I don’t believe you’d betray me with her. I don’t believe you’d cheat on me. But I’m afraid, and I’m sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.” ― J.D. Robb, Innocent in Death

A Forest Rendezvous

Liberating Rhonda is a Sixties coming-of-age tale featuring Rhonda and Gwen, her BFF and their hormonal curiosities about guys, romance, and relationships…p 66…

A chilly night in the lower fifties, Rhonda initially considered jeans but in the end, wore her long wool coat, a grey below-the-knee wool skirt, a white long-sleeve pullover under a front-buttoned sleeveless sweater, to go with her knee-high boots. The more layers and barriers are worn the better she liked it, for a couple reasons.

Much to her relief, she passed no familiar cars or people while hurrying to her forest rendezvous with Marc.

Approaching the thick dark tall pine trees, the dense blackness made Rhonda uncomfortable. Twigs crackled as something moved slowly through the brush. Owls hooted from the branches high above. Doubts began to crowd her mind. Stomach churning, her breathing picked up as she heard the continuous snapping sounds. What if it was a bear? A mountain lion?

Enough time had been spent at the local lake and forests with her father to know considerable wildlife roamed the area, at least a few brown bears and bobcats, let alone skunks. Rhonda could just imagine getting sprayed by a skunk in the woods in the middle of the night. Trying to explain that one to her mom would be impossible.

Fifty yards from the forest she spotted a silhouette standing at the edge, looking in her direction. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Marc? Is that you?” her voice hushed and tentative as she slowly approached.

Liberating Rhonda, Beau Johnson, Author, Kindle Unlimited…


Liberating Rhonda is a Sixties coming-of-age tale featuring Rhonda and her BFF Gwen and their hormonal curiosities about guys, romance, and social and sexual relationships.…

The next night after their exciting initial meeting in the Essex theater Rhonda and Marc met in the forest two blocks north and three blocks west, respectively, from their homes. She snuck out of her house through her bedroom back door across the grass and into the alley, which led to the streets.

Rhonda quickly decided she didn’t want to travel alone in the dark to meet him again. In the future she would request, and if necessary demand, Marc escort her to the forest. Sneaking around alone in the dark made her uncomfortable. She needed to assert herself, as liberated ladies do.

She wouldn’t prowl through the streets alone for anybody else but Marc. A pretty, young girl traveling at night was vulnerable to predators, both two-legged and four-legged. In addition, she also worried about being seen by a neighbor who might then tell her parents about her secret nighttime outings.

Liberating Rhonda, Beau Johnson, Author, Kindle Unlimited…


I’m about to make a wild, extreme and severe relationship rule: the word busy is a load of crap and is most often used by assholes. The word “busy” is the relationship Weapon of Mass Destruction. It seems like a good excuse, but in fact in every silo you uncover, all you’re going to find is a man who didn’t care enough to call. Remember men are never too busy to get what they want.” ― Greg Behrendt

Theodore “Ted” Hendricks

Olde Hippie

I began playing tackle football in the sixth grade on the Virginia Gardens team, as Miami Springs didn’t have a team yet. I would ride my bike about a mile-and-a-half  each way after school to Blessed Trinity field in full pads from my home at the corner of Hammond and Westward Drive. After a couple hours of practice the trip home was a long and slow one. Once a week or so I would stop at Grace’s Deli for a Coke before starting home. I think it cost a nickel in 1959, if memory serves me, which it sometimes does.

I liked the physical contact as it was a socially acceptable way to release my frustrations. Wayne McMullen was our halfback- running back now- and he was amazingly fast. I used to enjoy just watching him run- a smooth, short, compact graceful stride, almost like ballet it was so coordinated…

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A Kiss

“And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien

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