Monday’s Friend: SS Hampton, Sr

I’m pleased to welcome Stan Hampton back to the blog for his second appearance this year.  His new book, SHARING RACHEL, an erotic romance, is rather different to his last release. Let’s find out more about it.

SJT:  Your new novel is a bit of a departure from your previous work. How did the concept come about?

SH:  Yes, SHARING RACHEL is different from my first story, BETTER THAN A RABBIT’S FOOT, both from MuseItUp Publishing (MIU). During research for my writings (horror, fantasy, science fiction, erotica, and military fiction) I often come across information that I think would make a good foundation for a story. SHARING RACHEL is the first contemporary erotic romance novel that I have written, and that is a far cry from my previous MIU writing, BETTER THAN A RABBIT’S FOOT, which is a military short story. One thing about writing that I do not care for is the necessary evil: editing. Editing a novel is more time consuming and requires even more attention to detail than a short story.

Sharing Rachel coverSJT:  When is SHARING RACHEL released, and where can we find it?

SH:  The novel will be released before the end of 2014, and it can be found in the MuseItHOT bookstore of my publisher, MuseItUp Publishing.

SJT:  Who would you cite as your influences?

SH:  Various influences, fiction and non-fiction authors. They include Frederick Forsyth (The Odessa File, The Dogs of War), Jean Larteguy (The Centurions, The Praetorians), James Michener (Centennial), and those whose works are too many to mention, HP Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, Arthur C. Clarke, Isaac Asimov, Cornelius Ryan, and Bernard B. Fall.

SJT:  What advice would you pass on to beginner writers that you wish someone had told you when you were first starting out?

SH:  Recognize and understand the importance of marketing and public relations. More and more unless you are a successful big name writer, getting the word out about yourself and your writing has become the writer’s responsibility. The various small publishers help to a certain extent, depending on the publisher, but first and foremost, it is on the writer’s shoulders. In some ways this has become more important than the actual writing.

SJT:  Have you ever been inspired to put people you know in real life in your books?

SH:  No. Fictional characters in different times or places were never based on anyone I knew, just because. Fictional characters represented in current military fiction—stories taking place during the Global War On Terrorism—will not represent anyone I know. It may sound a little superstitious, but though I may add a trait or two from various people I know, no character is based on a real person. If I write that a character is killed or crippled in combat, I would feel like I had cursed the real person to such a fate. And I know plenty of people who still serve, and will serve overseas in a combat zone. So, no.

SJT:  When it comes to your writing projects, would you describe yourself as a meticulous planner, or a ‘seat-of-the-pantser’?

SH:  I would have to say more of a “framework planner.” I start out with an outline and characters, but as my story progresses I will readjust as necessary. Sometimes a story (or even a character) needs to progress in a different direction than I had planned. I learned a long time ago (though I do not always pay attention, usually to my regret) to listen to my “gut feeling.”

SJT:  Have you got any works in progress on the go?

SH:  Plenty of story/novel ideas and outlines with research—the problem is I cannot make my mind up as to which one to start on. Additionally, I am still unpacking from my move, and recovering from the financial devastation visited upon me because of the Defense Finance and Accounting Service sitting on the 3-months military retirement backpay I was owed. I could start on the second sequel to SHARING RACHEL (the first sequel has been submitted, but no word of acceptance or rejection yet). There is a story about a haunted German Tiger tank in North Africa during World War II; a science fiction writing that asks what makes a man “great” in the eyes of others; an “alternate history” or perhaps fantasy visit to the Crusades, and more stories about the Global War On Terrorism, most being military-supernatural based (one of my favourite combinations).

SJT:  What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

SH:  Have a beer or Smirnoff Ice Screwdriver, watch Netflix or YouTube, and listen to music. Sometimes I meet a friend or two for drinks and dinner. After I have my 16-year old car looked over and worked on (very reliable foreign made car), go for drives and listen to music while exploring what lies over the horizon, around that bend in the road, or at the end of the old, narrow Las Vegas street—all of which are useful for scouting locations for my photography. Okay, add some painting and drawing. And, that’s about it.


Sometimes people choose to live life to the fullest…

Burt and Rachel Markham are ordinary small business owners of a seed & feed store in a small Kansas farming and ranching community. Many years before, as young university graduates eagerly anticipating exciting overseas employment, a lifetime in Kansas was the furthest thing from their minds, particularly Rachel who was raised overseas and dreamed of going back. By July 2013 their twin 18-year old daughters, having graduated high school several months before, go east to attend a university. Burt and Rachel settle into their new life of an empty house and a predictable and unchanging routine that threatens to stretch far into the future. One summer evening Burt has an idea—but will Rachel accept the idea? If she does, will the idea add new excitement to their marriage, or destroy it?


She stood and grasped his hand. “It’s a little windy out, but it looks like there’s only a slight drizzle. We won’t get too wet walking home.”

Burt glanced at the steaming dancers again and smiled. “It’s been a long time since we walked in the rain.”

“It has been,” she said and leaned against him.

“I always liked walking in the rain. A light rain that is. A slight drizzle is better.” They stepped into the cool twilight. “Anyway, when your blouse is soaked your nipples really stand out.”

“Oh God,” Rachel giggled. Silent lightning lit the wet road as if showing the way home.

Burt slipped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.

“Hi,” he whispered in her ear. She responded with a little sigh and reached back to place her hands on his hips.

The greeting was their signal when in public that one or the other was horny. They began whispering “hi” to each other shortly after they became lovers; now they also whispered it after he slipped into her or when she seated herself on him and they were looking into each other’s eyes.

The storms passed and the humid summer heat returned. The feed store remained busy. The trains rumbled past Four Corners, past their home, as they had done for the past two decades. Burt always thought that the late night train whistle that echoed across the moonlit prairie was one of the loneliest sounds he ever heard.

One night during their dinner walk they passed by the dark school. Rachel paused and stared at the small wooden building. Twinkling fireflies floated through the schoolyard.

“Are you going to volunteer this year?” he asked. Classes would start in a few days.

She was silent for a few moments before shaking her head. “No. I enjoyed being a volunteer teacher’s aide, but with the girls gone…” Her voice trailed into silence. “It wouldn’t be the same.”

Burt brushed her long hair away from her face. “What about soccer?”

“They asked me and I said I’d help on special occasions, like the end of season awards banquet.” She folded her arms around herself as if she were cold, though a warm breeze blew across the moonlit prairie. “But otherwise, no.”

“It wouldn’t be the same?”

“Jah, jah,” she whispered.

“Well, okay. I mean, there’s been a big change in our lives, but it doesn’t have to mean cutting most ties.”

When they returned to the farmhouse Rachel announced she was going for a swim. She poured a glass of Sauvignon Blanc for herself and picked up a CD player. She usually listened to classical music, waltzes, and operas when floating in the pool. There was a chakra wind chime hanging near the pool for the times when she felt like floating in near silence except for the chimes and the sound of the prairie wind.

A few moments later Burt followed with beer in hand. Maggie trotted behind him, rawhide bone in her jaws. Classical music floated through the night; fireflies played hide and seek among the neatly trimmed hedges along the perimeter of the yard. Others drifted in and out of the nearby cornfield, while the insects of the night droned on in disharmony.

He saw Rachel drop a dark robe to her feet. In the silvery light of the moon her nude fleshy form had a ghostly white sheen to it. She glanced over her shoulder, flashed a lusty smile at him, and dove into the pool. He stood by the edge of the pool and watched her gliding beneath the sparkling moonlit water. Then she surfaced, rolled and floated on her back with closed eyes. A pair of fireflies circled above her face.

It was the second time she was skinny dipping. It was like she was shedding the older, busy exterior of motherhood so that her younger carefree personality could reassert itself.

He sipped his beer and watched her face with Bettie Page bangs plastered to her forehead, surrounded by a fan of long hair and the glimmering water. She looked so content.

A thought was born.

A surprising thought.

A thought he never entertained before about his wife of 21 years—and the mother of his children. He walked unsteadily to a wooden chair with thick cushions and sat down heavily. He gulped his beer. A warm breeze flowed through the night; the trees rustled and the field of corn swayed like watery currents. Fireflies sailed past him.

“Dammit,” Burt whispered to himself in disbelief…disbelief and excitement. And trepidation. What would her reaction be? What would she say? Could he even find a way to suggest it?


He returned to the poolside. Her eyes were open. Moonlit water droplets on her beautiful face sparkled like tiny diamonds.

The thought wouldn’t let go. It took root…

SHARING RACHEL will be available from the MuseItUp hot bookstore later this year.



Author Bio:

Stan Hampton, Sr. is a full-blood Choctaw of the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, a divorced grandfather to 13 wonderful grandchildren, and a published photographer and photojournalist. He retired on 1 July 2013 from the Army National Guard with the rank of Sergeant First Class; he previously served in the active duty Army (1974-1985), the Army Individual Ready Reserve (1985-1995) (mobilized for the Persian Gulf War), and enlisted in the Nevada Army National Guard in October 2004, after which he was mobilized for Federal active duty for almost three years. Hampton is a veteran of Operations Noble Eagle (2004-2006) and Iraqi Freedom (2006-2007) with deployment to northern Kuwait and several convoy security missions into Iraq.

His writings have appeared as stand-alone stories and in anthologies from Dark Opus Press, Edge Science Fiction & Fantasy, Melange Books, Musa Publishing, MuseItUp Publishing, Ravenous Romance, and as stand-alone stories in Horror Bound Magazine, The Harrow, and River Walk Journal, among others.

In May 2014 he graduated from the College of Southern Nevada with an Associate of Applied Science Degree in Photography – Commercial Photography Emphasis. A future goal is to study for a degree in archaeology—hopefully to someday work in and photograph underwater archaeology (and also learning to paint).

After 13 years of brown desert in the Southwest and overseas, he misses the Rocky Mountains, yellow aspens in the fall, running rivers, and a warm fireplace during snowy winters.

As of April 2014, after being in a 2-year Veterans Administration program for Homeless Veterans, Hampton is officially no longer a homeless Iraq War veteran, though he is still struggling to get back on his feet.

SS Hampton can be found at:

Melange Books
Musa Publishing
MuseItUp Publishing
Amazon UK
Goodreads Author Page


1 comment so far

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    Sara Jayne,

    I just wanted to say thank you for having me visit. Have a great week!


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