Thursday, September 21, 2017
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
“Do you believe politics will be more interesting?” Rivek asked.
Ospar’s face lit with the excitement of a young boy receiving gifts. “I’ve always been fascinated with affairs of state. I watch the vids of the Royal Council arguing and wrangling like others watch sports. I want to be in the middle of all that, in the center of making law and having an impact.”
Rivek pursed his lips. “There’s that ‘I want’ again. What about what everyone else wants?”
“I’m not sure I follow.”
“What about the people of Kalquor, the people who would elect you? Have you factored them into the equation?”
Rivek’s question brought a resounding silence from Ospar. The Dramok’s brow furrowed in concentration as he appeared to turn that consideration over in his mind.
Interesting. Ospar had been thinking of others’ welfare as he saw it, but hadn’t stop to wonder how those same people would feel about what he identified as their problems. At least his heart was in the right place, the priest decided. Ospar just needed to let his intelligence in on the debate.
Hoping to drive the point home, Rivek added to his observation, “I guarantee you, the Empire is interested in what you will do for it. No one cares what you want.”
A burst of laughter behind them made both men whirl around. The hems of Rivek’s robes snapped as he faced Nobek Jol, who must have been following silently. He smirked at the scowling Ospar.
The Nobek said, “Poor Ospar. It sounds like the master is saying exactly what I’ve been telling you all along: you are not the center of the universe.”
“Speaking of things people don’t care about: your opinion.” Ospar told Rivek in a complaining tone, “This is what I live with every day. This!” He pointed dramatically at Jol.
Rivek thought about reminding him that he had chosen to clan the man. Prudence won out, and he kept his mouth shut.
Releasing Winter 2017
Monday, September 18, 2017
Friday, September 15, 2017
Q: Will there ever be twins or triplets? It would be awesome to see Kalquorians find out their Matara is pregnant with multiples, and then to see them react to having so many at once!
A: It's a fun scenario, but not enough to be the basis of a book. That's why the announcement of Clan Rajhir's twins was only a side item in Alien Rule. If multiple births were ever a needed central detail in a plot, I would add that. So far, that has not been the case.
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Thursday, September 14, 2017
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
Urt’s smooth voice was a calm counterpoint to all the muscled brutality present in the room. “What a lovely surprise, Dramok Ospar. What brings you to my office today?”
“I’d heard you had a new mural painted on your ceiling. I do love artwork.” Ospar had heard no such thing, but the scenery, depicting Pladon’s flagship mine on an island in the middle of the peridot sea, was as good an excuse to have a look around the office as any. Ospar wondered what was hidden in the far corner of the room, kept secret by a gem-studded metallic screen.
“Ospar, you are too funny for words. Artwork, indeed. Tell me you’re ready to settle our dispute for Eruz?” Urt settled back in his chair.
Ospar snorted. “Absolutely not. I only came to thank you in person for your lovely gifts.”
“Gifts?” Urt crooked an eyebrow at him, as if he didn’t have a clue what his rival was talking about.
“One delivered at Itga’s platinum mines a few days ago. The other sent to my office only yesterday. For pity’s sake, Urt, can’t you do something classier, subtler, than explosives?”
He didn’t miss how Urt’s gaze shifted to the man on his right before giving Ospar an insulted look. “Mother of All, Ospar, do you really think I’d try to blow you up? I’d far more enjoy the entertainment of seeing you lose this contract. The look on your face will be priceless when I win.”
“I’d hoped that was more your style. One I quite agree with, by the way.”
“Of course you do. We are alike in many ways.”
“Except in our choices of business partners. Your backers have a history of removing competition permanently. It says a lot about a man, the company he keeps.”
Urt stilled. Again, his glance went to the ugly creature standing next to him. Then he glared at Ospar. “My financiers are upright citizens of the Empire. Such allegations hinge on libel, Ospar. Unless you have evidence, you’re asking for trouble.”
Ospar grinned at the Nobek Urt couldn’t seem to help looking to. “And what are you asking for, Urt? It seems to me that a failure to deliver the Eruz Mountain Range might not be looked upon favorably by your…supporters.”
The hobgoblin’s eyes narrowed. He darted a glance at the equally ugly man on Urt’s left. Urt looked at both of them before snickering at Ospar. “I’d have never taken you for a conspiracy theorist. Next thing you know, you’ll be telling me the Lost Tribe is living on a secret colony in the Trag system.”
Ospar was about to respond when the aide sitting outside the open door cried out. A blurred figure raced into the room. Yells rang out in the room, and every Nobek abruptly pointed a blaster at Ospar—and Jol.
His bodyguard was suddenly in front of Ospar, placing himself between the Dramok and Urt. Three more Nobeks dashed into the room, looking furious.
How the hell did he get past Pladon’s security?
Ospar’s thought was a momentary blip in his radar, because bigger issues had arrived with Jol. Surrounded, with almost a dozen blaster barrels pointed at them both, such questions faded into the background.
Releasing Winter 2017
Monday, September 11, 2017
Friday, September 8, 2017
Q: Will there be any books mentioning lesbian relationships? I've wondered about Narpok and what her future holds, particularly if she would express interest in joining a clan or choosing other options.
A: If you're asking about a book featuring Narpok specifically, I don't have any in the works. I also don't know if her current relationship with an Earther woman, or anyone else for that matter, will be mentioned in any upcoming books. I like to think Narpok is enjoying her life right now, exploring all her future can be in love and happiness with whomever adds to that. She deserves it.
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Thursday, September 7, 2017
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
Ospar ran his fingers from Jol’s chin to the hollow of his throat, discovering the steady pulse there. The guard’s skin was velvet over steel, hot to the touch.
Meanwhile, Jol’s blue-violet eyes watched him with interest—but not enough heat to make Ospar feel he was doing anything for the man. He was supposed to be rewarding Jol, and here he was, tiptoeing around without a clue as to how to do that. It had been far too long since he’d tried to actually seduce someone.
“By the ancestors,” he groaned.
“What’s wrong? Am I not attractive to you?” Jol’s demeanor remained the same, but the crease between his brows deepened.
“You’re attractive. You’ve got nothing to worry about there.” Was he ever. That might be part of the problem, Ospar realized. The man had to know how delicious he was to look at, to lust after.
Ospar was going to have to fess up. Feeling pathetic, he admitted, “Don’t laugh, but—well, it’s been a while.”
Jol didn’t laugh. “Too much work, not enough recreation?”
“Unfortunately.” Ospar raked his fingers through his hair, feeling frustration on more than one level. “I’ve got so much to prove. Do you know I’m the youngest director of any Kalquorian mining company? Ever?”
Jol combed his fingers through Ospar’s scalp, smoothing out the tangles he’d created. It was an innocent gesture, a platonic one, yet for some reason the consideration enlivened Ospar’s senses. He was abruptly aware of the other man on a more profound level.
The Nobek’s deep voice was soft. “You’re under a lot of pressure. Is that why you’re such a jerk?”
Ospar scowled, but there was hardly any real irritation behind it. Not when Jol treated him like a real person and not a responsibility he had to nursemaid. He complained anyway. “Oh thanks. Nothing like a little seductive patter to get a man in the mood.”
Jol actually smiled at that, his even teeth bright in his dark face. Ospar’s stomach turned heavy to see how the expression elevated the Nobek from merely handsome to striking. A surge of interest filled his cocks, making him hard.
Jol cupped his ass and pulled him close. Judging from the thick iron pressing against Ospar’s belly, he wasn’t the only one feeling the growing heat of the situation. The Dramok’s breathing went ragged as he felt the strength of the other man against his body.
“I think I’m beginning to recall how this works,” he said, his tone thick.
“Yeah?” Jol chuckled. “Then why don’t you shut up for a change and kiss me? Surely you can figure out how to do that much.”
Releasing Winter 2017