Sunday, October 30, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Alien Interludes: Abducted (WIP)

    Jessica sighed.  “Time is something we don’t have a lot of, especially with the recent attacks on Earther Mataras.”  She scowled.  Someone had it out for the Earth women who had chosen to join Kalquorian clans.  Two women beaten and one missing in the last two months had everyone on edge.  While the vast majority of Kalquor’s indigenous population was overwhelmingly in favor of mixing the two endangered species to create a new one, the rebellious few had become more vocal in their opposition as of late.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Creat a Kalquorian: New Poll is Up

We have hair ... mid-back length, wavy hair hanging loose down our Imdiko's back.  Yum.  Nice job, gang.

Now you have the delightful task of putting a body on this babe.  You may choose as many options on this poll as you wish.  I am not responsible for any damages incurred because of drool on your keyboards, by the way.

Have fun!

Friday, October 28, 2011

First Four Friday - WIP, Netherworld 2: Blood Potion No. 9

Scene 1:
    The creaking of the old wooden stairs and the thumping of many feet warned me I was about to have company.  I tucked my book under my arm and went to the mirror on the wall, its luster long faded with age but still doable to make sure my upswept red hair maintained its pristine style.  Yep.  I looked pretty swell for a dead gal.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Create a Kalquorian: New Poll Coming Soon

Well, we're close to wrapping up another poll as we put together Imdiko Conyod.  It's been a real tug of war as to whether he will end up with midback or waist-length tresses, but one thing's for sure:  loose, rippling waves are a popular look for our alien psychologist.

On Saturday, we'll turn our focus to Conyod's bod.  You'll have a chance to decide if he'll be a great thing in a smaller package, average height for his race, or a hulking honey.  Do we want him to be a lean and lithe machine, sporting a toned and tight athletic physique, or macho and musclebound?   I'm leaving it up to you ladies and gents.  He's all yours, so start thinking of your dream physique and meet me back here Saturday.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Unholy Union - Now on Kindle

After a massive struggle from my publisher (thanks Megan, you rock!), Unholy Union is finally available on the Kindle.  To celebrate, I'm giving away signed print books to my first three reviewers. 

Here's how it works:  post a review of Unholy Union on, email me the title of your review at, your snail mail address, and which book you'd like to receive:  Unholy Union, Alien Embrace, Alien Rule, or Alien Conquest.  If your review is one of the first three up on Amazon, you win.

Thanks gang!

WIP Wednesday - Netherworld 2: Blood Potion No. 9

If you think bad boys on Harleys are hot, you're not alone.  But the criminal element of biker clubs like the Outlaws and Hell's Angels are not a place for any woman to hang with.  When I discussed this underbelly of the criminal world with an ATF agent acquaintance who went undercover inside one of these gangs, he took any notion of romance right out of the equation.  Women associated with these groups are not considered to be anything but property.  They are less than the club they're affiliated with, less than the men's motorcycles, less than the brotherhood of bikers.  They are objects to be owned and used, period.

Blood Potion No. 9 explores this grim world in the guise of the shapeshifting Beasts Motorcyle Club (these groups don't call themselves gangs; they are clubs).  Brandilynn gets her eyes opened wide when she's prepped to infiltrate the Beasts' lair to search out criminal activity:

First things first.  Playing spy sounded fun, especially since weres can’t see ghosts.  No real danger there. 

“Sure.  What am I doing?”

“Just keep your ears and eyes out for anything unsavory.”

“By unsavory, you mean illegal?”

Tristan’s eyes narrowed.  His fists clenched and opened, clenched and opened.  Good heavens, what had his dander up tonight?  “The leader of the Beasts is very careful, even among his own people.  Only his closest lieutenants know anything about what his exact undertakings involve.  The majority of the group is mainly concerned with collecting protection money, beating up others, murder, the smaller time stuff.”

I raised my eyebrows at him.  “Murder is small time?”

He scowled.  “For this group, I’m afraid so.  Gerald, will you fill Brandilynn in?”

I stared at Tristan.  He was on edge tonight, his usually cultured voice snapping words like whips.

Before I could call him on it, tall, dark and purrfect (hey, I never claimed to be funny) stepped forward.  As if the werepanther wasn’t sexy enough, Gerald’s deep rolling voice sealed the deal.  Cool and smooth, it was the kind of voice you’d want to rub all over your naked body.

He smiled, his catman face wearing it well.  I realized I rarely saw this hired muscle smile.  “Hi Brandilynn.”

“Hi Gerald.  You doing okay?”

“Just fine, thanks.”  His ears twitched this way and that, forever patrolling for trouble.  His nose, hinting at the triangular shape of the big cat he turned into on occasion, flared as he tested the air, as if he tried to scent me on Isabella’s body.  “Here’s the lowdown on the Beasts.  They’re organized crime, pure and simple.  Human trafficking, drug and arms smuggling, contracted killings … you name it, they do it.  They swear loyalty to their organization above all else.  Once a part of the Beasts, no one leaves, not alive anyway.”

I couldn’t help myself, not even in Isabella’s body.  I batted my eyes a little and made her voice high, light and happy.  Flirt should have been my middle name.  “What a lovely sounding bunch.”

He went down on one knee in front of me, like he was going to propose.  Of course he was only being polite; he knows full well it’s hard for a spirit to move around in a channel’s body.  That’s why I stayed sitting, and he was doing me the kindness of sinking his six feet plus frame down to where I wasn’t breaking Isabella’s neck to look him in the face.  But boy, it made my heart go pitty-pat to have such a handsome man at my feet. 

Steady girl, I reminded myself.  You’ve already got one boyfriend too many, and Gerald is head over tail about Patricia.

He eyed me seriously.  “What you’re going to see, it’s going to be plenty ugly.  I want you to be prepared.  Their women are all human and regarded as property if not outright slaves.  It’s nothing to them to slap ‘em around or make them do –” here he paused and took a deep breath, “—acts of a personal nature in front of others.”

Okay.  Message received.  Eww and gross.  I don’t mind watching people put on a show, but it has to be consensual.  I had the feeling what Gerald described wasn’t always that way.

Tristan stepped closer, his hand briefly touching on Gerald’s shoulder.  Dismissed, the werepanther gave me another rare smile, rose, and went back to leaning gorgeously on the desk.

Tristan said, “The Beasts themselves are all werecreatures, mostly alligators and hogs.  Besides the women, there’s only one non-shifter in the group.  He’s a witch.  Every chapter of the Beasts has one to keep their club warded.”

Oops.  The danger factor just went up a millionfold.  “He’ll be able to see me.”  All witches have second sight that allow them to see the dead.  I’d run afoul of a particularly nasty one a few months back.

From his oak perch, Gerald rumbled, “You’ll have to hide when he’s around.  This guy is a really good witch and really bad news.”

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Netherworld 2: Blood Potion No. 9 (WIP)

Before I could call him on it, tall, dark and purrfect (hey, I never claimed to be funny) stepped forward.  As if the werepanther wasn’t sexy enough, Gerald’s deep rolling voice sealed the deal.  Cool and smooth, it was the kind of voice you’d want to rub all over your naked body.

He smiled, his catman face wearing it well.  I realized I rarely saw this hired muscle smile.  “Hi Brandilynn.”

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Coming in November ... Alien Salvation

Lindsey McInness and her parents are barely surviving on post-Armageddon Earth.  When a Kalquorian shuttle crashes nearby, Lindsey has no choice but to offer herself to the clan on board in exchange for food and rescue.

Bacoj, Japohn and Vax are stunned when a young woman presents herself to them for their sexual pleasure.  Kalquorians of their youth and low rank have no expectation of finding the elusive Earther mates Kalquorians covet so highly.  But the strong willed and yet yielding Lindsey seems to be a perfect fit for them … until they learn her secret that threatens to tear the entire clan apart.


            Lindsey waited for the men in the main cabin of the shuttle.  It was a small space with bench seating around two small round tables attached to the floor.  The ceiling, floor and walls were all the same white surface, and the black furniture was stark.  She thought little of the Spartan d├ęcor.
She shrank back as the aliens joined her.  Their sheer size was so intimidating.  Was she really going to do this?
Bacoj looked at her, his gentle expression doing little to alleviate the dread settling heavily in her stomach.  He walked past her to the back of the cabin, where a door hissed open.  “Here sleeping room,” he announced.
She slowly walked toward him, aware the other two men were behind her.  Surrounded.  If she changed her mind, would they let her go?  Or would they force her to keep her bargain?  The swelling of Bacoj’s groin told Lindsey he very much wanted to have her.  She fought back the rise of panic that threatened to send her screaming out of the shuttle and down Fort Lauderdale’s debris-strewn streets.
She peered into the sleeping room, standing just outside the doorway.  This room had a little more warmth than the main cabin.  Golden light emitted from the walls and ceiling, casting a warm glow.  Soft chocolate brown plush covered the little bit of the floor not covered by the bed, a raised billowy surface big enough to sleep a family.  Or three large Kalquorians.   White linens covered its surface.
“You all sleep in here?  Together?”
Japohn’s heavy voice answered her.  “We are clanmates.”
So perhaps the rumors of same-sex coupling among the Kalquorians were true.  Lindsey tried to decide how she felt about that.  Her Buddhist upbringing taught her to accept others as they were, a far cry from the state-approved religion’s anti-homosexual stance. 
Why should I even care?  All I want is to get some food anyway.  It’s none of my business what these guys do with each other.
Lindsey stepped into the room.  She leaned over, yanked at the shoestrings of one boot and pulled it off, a little embarrassed when sand sprinkled the clean floor.  “Let’s get this over with.”
A big hand curled around her wrist, stopping her.  She looked up into Bacoj’s purple eyes.  He said, “Wait.”
She straightened.  He didn’t want to do this after all?  Despair warred with relief.
His mouth worked as he fought for words in her language.  “You trade.  To help family.  You no—” he shook his head, struggling to express himself.  He barked something at the other two men that sounded like kalom.
Vax shook his head helplessly.  Japohn thought a moment before saying, “Whore?”
Bacoj’s expression cleared.  “Correct.”  He turned back to Lindsey.  “You no whore.  We no allow you act whore.”
Lindsey’s eyes widened.  She certainly felt like a whore, but realizing the alien didn’t regard her as one made her feel a little better about the situation.  She warmed to Bacoj.  “So what do you want me to do?”
He smiled.  “This trade make good.  For you and us.  You no sex before?”
Her stomach fluttered at his heated expression.  Really, the man was stunning.  Perhaps sex wouldn’t be that bad after all.  “That’s right.  I’m a virgin.”
Bacoj nodded.  “You nervous be.”
More like terrified, especially since it looks like you have an anaconda in your pants.  “You could say that,” she told him.
He smiled, and Lindsey saw long, needle-thin fangs appear behind his more humanlike square teeth.  “I help no fear.”
She stared at the fangs, unable to help herself.  “How—”
Lindsey never saw Bacoj move.  All at once, he had her wrapped in his arms, held close to his gorgeous, muscular body, his face warm against her neck.  Pain jabbed into her throat.
“Ow!  What are you doing?”  She struggled in his grip.  He held her easily as he might a baby.
The pain was fading already as Vax answered.  “He bite you.”
            “No kidding!  Get him off me!”
            Japohn stroked her hair, his dark expression softening.  He brought her chestnut locks to his face and inhaled.  The pleasure on his face made Lindsey’s lower body clench, and her struggles weakened.  Warmth infused her.
            “His bite give intoxicant,” the huge alien said.  He stroked her hair and Lindsey shivered with sensation.  “It calm.  You feel?”
            Boy, did she ever.  Euphoria coursed through her veins as Bacoj disengaged, his raspy tongue sliding a wet trail over where he’d bitten her.  Lindsey felt warmth pulse from her nether regions, wetness pooling in her panties.
            Bacoj smiled gently.  “Apology.  I no wish frighten.”
            Lindsey moved against him, but not in struggle.  Suddenly she couldn’t get close enough to the Kalquorian even though their bodies were already molded tight to each other.  “Sure.  I’ll get over it.”
            “Feel good?”
            “Very good.”  Her arms slipped around his neck.  “Very, very good.”
            His beautiful, sensuous mouth found hers, enfolding her lips in a kiss.  And what a kiss.  Lindsey had received pecks on the cheek before from dates, dry, impersonal things that still pushed the boundaries of acceptable behavior on pre-Armageddon Earth.  But Bacoj’s kiss was a revelation:  moist, warm and lingering, sending electric shocks of heat from her lips to her womb.  She felt melted inside, like chocolate left out in the sun.
            His lips parted to let his tongue snake into her mouth.  Lindsey gasped to feel the warm wet flesh invade, tasting her inner recesses.  Her insides went from melted chocolate to molten lava in an instant.  Just when she didn’t think the kiss could get any better, Bacoj’s hand cradled the back of her head, holding her so he could plunder deeper still.  His tongue wove around hers, cat-scratchy and delightful, sending her heartbeat thundering as if she’d run a marathon.
            As his remarkable kiss continued, hands tugged at her clothing and his, baring her to the hard heat of his skin.  She’d never felt anything like this wondrous sensation of another’s body molded against hers.  He was granite where she was soft, and she reveled in how she melded against him, seemingly absorbing into his muscled frame.  She ached to get closer still, to imbue the alien with her own essence.
The intoxicant he’d sent into her system made her brave with desire.  All inhibitions fled as it sang effervescent harmonies in her bemused brain, entrancing her. Lindsey’s hands roamed the chiseled frame, eager to know every ripple, every indentation, every bulge.  She started with the thick column of his throat, running her fingers down to delight in the width of his shoulders, the flat planes of his pectoral muscles, down over his abdomen with its double row of bumps, devouring him with her touch.  And she dared even lower, to touch the hard, slick maleness folded between their bodies, pulsing against her belly.  Her hand gripped him there, feeling the wet, velvety skin over his iron, and just below that a second length of firm flesh…
            Lindsey jerked back, tearing her lips from the sweetness of the alien’s embrace, her eyes skittering down Bacoj’s muscled torso to confirm what her hands had discovered.  Shock warred with the euphoria of his bite as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing and touching.
            “Earther men one.  Kalquorian men two,” Bacoj said softly.

Friday, October 21, 2011

First Four Friday - Alien Slave

Chapter 1:

    Reggie’s hypnotic trill lulled Dani as he slipped his penis into her.  The swing that held her suspended in the air creaked as it moved back and forth in the middle of one of the brothel’s playrooms.
    Dani barely felt the thin appendage as she floated in a calm sea of contentment.  Sex with the Isetacian, one of her regulars since coming to Dantovon five months ago, was always pleasant.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Thursday Update - The Latest

It's time again to let you know what's going on and coming up.  So here's what's happening with various projects:

Unholy Union:  It's official; hates me.  First they put Alien Rule under the wrong category twice.  Now it has no category at all.  The latest snafu is significant technical issues getting Unholy Union on the site.  My publisher is working to correct this problem, so we'll just have to keep our fingers crossed it will be available for the Kindle some time in the near future.  Thanks for your patience. 

By the way, once Unholy Union is available for the Kindle, the first three reader reviews will win a signed print copy of Unholy Union, Alien Embrace, Alien Rule, or Alien Conquest (your choice).  Just email me at to let me know which review is yours, along with your snail mail address and which book you'd like to receive.

Now back to the update:

Alien Salvation (Clans of Kalquor 5):  Currently scheduled to release as an e-book in November and in print in January.  Yay!

Netherworld:  Drop Dead Sexy:  Scheduled for e-book release early January.

Alien Slave (Clans of Kalquor 6):  Almost finished with final formatting.  Then it's off to the publisher for approval.

The Phucket List:  Megan and I have completed the outline!  We are now writing the first draft.

Netherworld 2:  Blood Potion No. 9
:  Halfway through the first draft.

The Font:  Halfway through outline.

Alien Interludes (Clans of Kalquor short story collection):  First drafts of five short stories are now completed.  Three to go!

Alien Redemption (Clans of Kalquor 7):  We're creating Imdiko Conyod via polls, the first of his clan. 

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

WIP Wednesday - Alien Slave

Up until now, the Clans of Kalquor series has introduced mostly humanoid aliens:  the big, hunky Kalquorians and tall, willowy Plasians.  Science tells us that if there is intelligent life beyond our own world, chances are it won't be humanoid like us.  I have to say, part of the fun of writing science fiction is coming up with aliens, especially those markedly different from ourselves. 

A large portion of Alien Slave takes place on the sex slave planet of Dantovon, where there is more of a variety then we've seen in the previous books.  You'll not only get up close and personal with the almost universally despised Tragooms (which also show up in Alien Salvation) but you'll also meet Joshadans, an Isetacian, and the Dantovonians themselves.

Dantovonians aren't the most attractive creatures in the universe by our standards.  But then, they probably think we're ugly too.

Husta, a native Dantovonian, rolled her lidless eye at Dani.  The brothel owner’s sister’s segmented face didn’t allow much expression, but she managed to convey her dislike for Dani anyway.  “We’re busy.”

Dani looked around the lounge where every available space was crowded with sex slaves.  “Then why are so many lying around?”

“They’re not Earthers.  You’re popular for whatever reason.”  Husta’s long, cylindrical tongue flicked out of her tiny mouth.  Dani knew the tongue scented the air, tasting the various aromas.  Dantovonians looked like a science experiment gone terribly wrong, as if some mad laboratory had bred amphibians and insects with each other.  Not pretty.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Clans of Kalquor 5: Alien Slave (WIP)

    As the door closed behind Dani, movement came from the far corner.  Instead of a dozen tiny Solns, three huge men stepped from the shadows.  Kalquorians.

    Dani had only an instant to register the dark-skinned, black haired aliens before turning on her heel and running for the door, a scream poised on her lips.  She’d not gotten one step before a thick, muscled arm wrapped around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides and pulling her to a granite hard body, lifting her from her feet.  The Kalquorian had her near six feet length dangling several inches above the floor.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Create a Kalquorian: New Poll Is Up!

You have decided to create Imdiko Conyod first.  He is a psychologist on Kalquor who specializes in traumatized Mataras.  Despite being an excellent therapist, he is currently at a loss to deal with his clanmates.  They have returned from the Earth/Kalquorian War changed men he barely recognizes.

We begin with physical characteristics, starting with the hair.  You have three choices to make on this poll:  length, texture, and style.  I look forward to seeing what you all come up with.  Have fun!

Friday, October 14, 2011

First Four Friday - Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy

Chapter 13:

    We arrived at the library, and I immediately flopped in a most unladylike fashion onto the sofa with a weary sigh.  I wasn’t physically exhausted; after all I wasn’t physical anymore.  But in my mind and heart, I was a battered soul.  After all, a witch wanted to catch me and hand me over to the monster who had killed me.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Create a Kalquorian: New Poll Coming

With our first poll to Create a Kalquorian drawing to a close in the next couple of days, I'll soon be posting a new one.  We'll be delving into the first of the physical characteristics on our alien:  the hair.

It's not as easy to choose as it sounds.  Sure, the vast majority of Kalquorians have black hair that's at least shoulder length.  But we have to decide on coarse or soft; smooth, wavy or curly; and if he wears it loose, braided, cornrowed, dreadlocked, mohawked, etc.  FYI, the fifth Clans of Kalquor book does have a Dramok with cornrows and a Nobek with a mohawk.  So you have to decide if we'll repeat those hairstyles or not. 

Right now the Imdiko is the frontrunner in our poll with almost half the votes.  The response has been good enough that I'm thinking you will be helping me with the entire clan, so if you were hoping to create the Dramok and Nobek, you'll have your chance.  Thanks so much for playing along!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

WIP Wednesday - Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy

You'd think that once you're dead, you'd be beyond pain and suffering, right?  Brandilynn is certainly under that impression, but fellow ghost Dan and vampire Tristan have news for our newly deceased heroine:

Tristan frowned.  “Watch where you take her.  The east side of Old Town is getting violent again.”

Okay, Mr. County Commissioner sounded a little too paternal.  What next, be home by eleven?  “What does it matter?  We’re dead, right?  So nothing can hurt us,” I pointed out.

Dan slowly shook his head at me.  “Oh, we can be hurt.  You felt pleasure with sex, didn’t you?”

Tristan gave me a very serious look, serious enough that I got off my high horse about his patronizing attitude.  “Not only can ghosts be hurt, but we can be ‘killed’ again, so to speak.  Permanently erased from existence.  Which can be a blessing if someone decided to torture you for eternity, which is also possible.”

His words sparked a thrill of terror.  “Wow, nasty.  What about vampires?  If you get staked, you’ll be ghosts full time, right?”

Tristan’s lips thinned into a straight line.  “Staking doesn’t kill vampires, it just pins them down so they can be killed.  But the answer to your question is that the souls of dead vampires disappear entirely, including our daytime ghosts.”

Dan added, “That’s why their day resting places are kept so well hidden.”

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy

     He nodded at the body.  “You’ve probably been out here several days, Brandilynn.  It’s been warm and raining.  They’re just lucky the wild pigs didn’t find you yet.”
    Oh, this dream was so not turning out, not even with Dan the Marlboro Man holding me tight against his broad chest.  “You’re saying that’s me over there?"

Coming in January!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Book Release News

I have tentative release dates for my books from the publisher.  Remember, these dates aren't set in stone, so if they change, don't shoot the messenger (me)!

The one you've been asking about, Alien Salvation (Kalquor 4) is set for release sometime in November.  One month away, gang!

If Amazon cooperates, Unholy Union will be available for the Kindle this weekend.

Netherworld:  Drop Dead Sexy is scheduled for an early January release.

Friday, October 7, 2011

First Four Friday - Alien Salvation

Chapter 8:

    Bacoj’s stomach roiled as he watched Japohn prepare for battle.  The Nobek strapped on black body armor before attaching an assortment of knives to his belt.  No percussion blaster.  Bacoj clenched his fists.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

WIP Wednesday - Alien Salvation

Where for art thou, Alien Salvation?  Still waiting to show up on the publisher's Coming Soon page.  I am not a patient person.  Maybe that's my lesson for this life?  To learn a bit of patience?  If so, I'm failing miserably.  I guess I'll have to come back and do it again.

Meanwhile, I continue to tease.  Here's another little morsel for you:

     Lindsey opened her eyes to stare at Bacoj.  “So you’ve mentioned rescue parties, containment forces, and now a search party.  What’s being searched for?”
     Bacoj swallowed before he answered.  “Empress Jessica family.”
     Japohn added, “They live near before war.  Must find for her.”
     The Earthers paused in their eating, giving their rapt attention.  Tara’s expression in particular was eager.  “Tell us about Empress Jessica.  Is she treated well by your emperors?”
     Bacoj blinked his surprise at the question.  “She Empress.  She Kalquor leader.  All treat well.”  He mused for a moment, while he considered how to inform them of the Empress’ importance to his people.  “She give Empire prince and princess,” he said finally.
      His statement elicited wide-eyed stares from all three Earthers.  Tara choked out, “She’s had children?”

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Alien Salvation (Kalquor 4)

Japohn tilted her head back so she could see his humorless smile.  Her sex clenched at the sight of ruthless domination in his expression.  “Our ship.  Our rules.”

Before meeting the Kalquorians, surrender had never been in Lindsey’s vocabulary.  But with Vax’s mouth closing over her breast, Japohn massaging her buttocks and Bacoj slipping his fingers into her inner realms, she abdicated all control.