Extreme Patience

I have begun work on His Robot Wife: Extreme Patience.  I always said that I would drop whatever I was doing and start on January 1st, 2021.  Turns out, I’m a few days ahead of schedule.  Watch this space for more details.

This week is the Summer/Winter sale at Smashwords.  There are thousands of books on sale, many of them free.  This of course, includes most of my books.  Visit www.smashwords.com.

Blood Trade

I’ve just updated Blood Trade, my vampire novel. It’s a horror story set in an alternate Las Vegas, one falling apart from the combined influences of vampires and the mob. It features some of my favorite characters, from a goth model/detective to a dirty cop to a vampire going “vegetarian.” I would really appreciate it if you would give it a try, and so until January 4, 2021, you can get the ebook version from Smashwords for free. Just use the coupon code: CE26Q at checkout. Thanks for your support.


For those of you who do not know, I have a Patreon page at www.patreon.com/wesleyallison where some very wonderful readers have been supporting my writing efforts. If you are unfamiliar with how Patreon works, individuals donate money on a monthly basis to creative types (boy, that sounds narcissistic when talking about one’s self), and they receive small benefits from doing so. The more that is donated, the more or bigger the benefits.

I have recently revised the various levels of patronage and added a few new levels. Now I need to offer some additional benefits (rewards). If you have some ideas about what those could be, whether you are a patron or not, let me know in the comments section below.

And, thanks to all of your for your support. Whether as a patron or as a reader, your support means more than you know.

Astrid Maxxim and her Hypersonic Space Plane – Chapter 7 Excerpt

Astrid Maxxim and her Hypersonic Space PlaneAstrid and her father gathered their dishes and took them to the kitchen, placing them in the dishwasher. Then they walked into the family room. Dr. Maxxim started to sit down, but Astrid waved for him to follow and led the way into the living room beyond.

“Now would be the time to talk,” she said.

They stood in the center of the formal living room that was almost never used. Astrid pointed to the doorway that led from the room, down a long hallway. That hallway was lined with small rooms that had once been servants’ quarters.

“So, what’s the deal?”

“Have you ever noticed how strange this house is?” asked her father, seemingly taking them onto a different subject.

“Um, sure. Especially since there are big parts of it we don’t even use.”

“This house was old when my grandfather bought it,” explained Dr. Maxxim. “I don’t know what it was exactly, but he liked it and bought it. It was all the way back in New York State then. When he moved out west, he brought it with him. He had it taken apart and reassembled right here. Then over the years, he began modifying it, changing it around. My father made a few changes. Both of them were happy to have a house full of servants taking care of them. I never felt comfortable with all these people living among us, and us acting like they were invisible.”

“Mom’s right, Dad. People don’t act that way anymore.”

“Maybe not,” he said. “You’ve looked in those rooms before?”

“Sure. They’re mostly empty, but a few of them have some furniture in them. They’re not too bad. Aren’t they about the same size as my bedroom?”

“No. Your bedroom is about fifty percent larger. And these rooms are only as large as they are, because they were intended to hold eight household staff in each one. They had their own dining room and common room at one time. They were right here, as a matter of fact. Your mother and I turned it into the living room. When we first got married, we went on a building spree, you might say.”

“You created my bedroom by dividing up a larger room, right?”

“Yes. We did the same thing with our bedroom. We added bathrooms. We put in the pool. We had the kitchen remodeled and created the breakfast room. Then we sort of ran out of gas. At least I did. We just closed off the rest of the house that we didn’t use.”

“Have you thought about doing anything else?”

“I guess I just figured that I would leave it for you when you grow up,” he said.

“Well, I have a lot of ideas,” said Astrid. “Some of them, I think we need to start on right now.”

Crazy Month, Crazy Year


It’s been three weeks since I last updated this page.  It’s been a crazy month.  Getting ready to teach virtual classes, and then to start teaching them has been crazy.  But then, this has been a crazy year, hasn’t it.  Who could have ever imagined something like this?  Isaac Asimov?  Arthur C. Clarke?  Probably.

I’ve been plunking away at a couple of story ideas, only one of which will result in a publication this year– hopefully soon.  I hope to have the next Astrid Maxxim book out by the end of the year, which will make three books for 2020.  The last time I published three books in a year was 2016.

Next year, I will be devoted to getting His Robot Wife: Extreme Patience completed before anything else.  Hopefully, I’ll be able to get some new stuff done after that.

In the meantime, stay safe and stay healthy.  And thanks for your support.