Friday, May 26, 2017

Question of the Week

Q: Do you have a favorite Clan/Matara/Book?

A: Tough one. I always fall madly in love with whatever clan I'm currently writing about, so right now, I'm having a serious affair with Clan Piras. However, the clan that stands the test of time for me is Clan Tranis. 

As for Mataras, I'm split evenly between Dani (Alien Slave) and Elise (Alien Caged). Dani, because she's the most like me. Elise, because she's older and we older ladies deserve our clans too.

I'm not sure I could pick a favorite book I've written. I enjoy writing Clan Beginnings books the most. To Clan and Conquer might hold the edge there. 

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Wednesday, May 24, 2017

WIP Wednesday - Clans of Kalquor 11: Alien Revolt


           His gaze was kind, though there was brutal desire behind the compassion. He wanted her. There was something animal in his demeanor, something barely restrained that should have made him dangerous. How could the desire she saw lurking beneath the caring veneer be leashed?
              Somehow, it was. Hope was certain Lokmi did not lie. He would not claim her unless she agreed to it.
              He was so big though. “I can’t handle what you’re, uh, equipped with.”
              “You can. It might be uncomfortable to start with, but you’re made to adjust.”
              “You’ve been with Earther women before?”
              Lokmi shook his head. “I’ve read about your kind though. Studies and books have been written explaining how things work best between your people and mine.”
              Hope crooked a brow at him. “You’ve researched how to have sex with humans?”
              The Imdiko snickered. “You’re not going to fault a man for hoping, are you? I like women. There aren’t enough Kalquorian women to expect I’ll ever get to explore having a meaningful relationship with one. So yes, I tried to educate myself as much as possible on how to make an Earther woman enjoy having sex with me.”
              Hope thought about it and had to laugh. “This sucks to say, but you are probably more of an expert on it than I am then. I haven’t got a clue what I’d like from a man.”
              “Each woman is different. We’ll have to explore the possibilities.”
              Hope considered. Another peek at Lokmi’s cocks brought a flash of dread. She was afraid of sex with him. She didn’t see how the hell it could possibly work.
              Yet somehow, she felt safe with Lokmi. Something about him told Hope she was in no danger. A sense of security enveloped her as he waited patiently for her to make up her mind.
              Hope liked the aura of shelter he projected, as if she might find sanctuary in his arms. The urge to explore that impression, every bit as much as sheer lust, moved her towards giving sex a try.
              She made herself look over the whole package, to finally get to appreciate one of her infatuations in the bare flesh. Monstrous cocks notwithstanding, Lokmi was a sensual feast for the eyes. His body was a sculpted masterpiece, as close to perfection as she could imagine a man could be. The idea of feeling his naked flesh against hers made her insides tremble.
              “If you damage me with those things, I’ll take them off you,” she warned.
              A bark of laughter erupted from Lokmi. He grabbed a pillow, covering his face to smother his mirth. Hope snickered at his amusement. Because it felt good to be lighthearted, she kept her humor by deliberately averting her gaze from his manhood.
              Once Lokmi recovered, he sat next to her. He pulled off his boots and peeled his uniform away. He turned to her and stroked her hair.
              “Any time anything gets to be too much, just say so,” he told her.
              “I think I already did,” Hope said, still keeping her sights up and away from the twin terrors. “Do you get frequent backaches from the weight?”

Releasing June 2017

Friday, May 19, 2017

Question of the Week

Q: Could we please have another short stories book. Ideas we came up with: A clan having triplets, celebrating Christmas (Sister Katherine?), A day in the life of the Empress, a clan opening a pleasure club, a matara with more than one earth child, a school for clans to learn about earth matara, a matara with a cat. 

A: It is a possibility in the future, but unfortunately, not very soon. My dance card is incredibly full right now what with the Basma's war, Portals to Risnar, and closing out Shalia's Diary. Those are some super fun ideas though. I wish I had more time, but I am scheduled to the teeth!

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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

WIP Wednesday - To Protect and Service: Righteous Fury

              Kimi glanced again at Todd, wondering if he was as clueless to his own urges as she’d been. Or if he actively rejected his leanings. Well, she wasn’t going to figure that out looking at him, especially since he was walking off towards the men’s room.
              The guy he’d been chatting with, however…he was still sitting at the bar. And staring at her. It was an intense, unblinking gaze, one that gave her the creeps despite his clean-cut ebony hair and devastating ice-blue eyes. His handsome face drifted into a smile, one that made him more handsome than any man had a right to be.
              She should have been swooning with desire and plotting how to get him back to her apartment for wild sex without feeling totally slutty about herself. True, the man with wide shoulders and a body every bit as delicious as Todd’s filling out his tee-shirt and form-fitting jeans—and what a form they fitted—made her pussy spasm in a way it hadn’t since Raven’s disappearance. Yet every hair stood up on Kimi’s body, as if an instinctive alarm to deadly danger had activated. The man was gorgeous, outrageously so, but he felt lethal even at a distance.
              As a ranger for the National Park Service, a more dangerous job than most people knew, Kimi had learned to heed that instinct. She smiled up at Maurice and spoke through gritted teeth. “Creep alert.”
              “Where is he, honey?” Maurice was always on the lookout for men who made unwanted advances on women. He might not have been sexually attracted to Kimi’s gender, but he respected the hell out of them. He didn’t put up with anyone’s shit where a woman’s safety was concerned.
              Kimi knew she could handle just about anything, but she liked having backup anyway. “He’s sitting at the bar, next to where Todd was. Wait, he’s leaving.”
              Tall, Dark and Unsettling had risen from his barstool, still smiling that enigmatic smile. Kimi was on the verge of believing she’d imagined his too-intense interest until he reached the door that led to the parking lot. He turned, gave her and Maurice a little nod, and then left.
              Maurice scowled, his wide face squashing down in abrupt fury. “It’s a good thing I always walk you to your death-wish machine. Something about that dude didn’t feel right. He’s got too much of that spider-looking-for-a-fly vibe, you know?”
              “I hear you. Though I will remind you, as I always do, that I can take care of myself. I’m just letting you in on some of the ass-kicking fun.”
              Maurice rolled his eyes, but Kimi knew he believed her. Anyone familiar with her the past year would. 

No release date set.