Saturday, March 29, 2014

April 2014 Update

Would you rather see this update via video and listen to me run my mouth too much?  Check out the YouTube version!

I’m a bit early with the update, but this will be the last Wicked Words blog entry for a couple of weeks.  Shalia’s Diary will also be going on hiatus after Monday’s entry, the final entry of what will eventually be Shalia’s Diary Book 3.  Shalia will be back April 14 with an all-new story that I hope you will all enjoy.  This blog will return to its usual schedule that week as well.

I do not know how long it will take me to pull Shalia 3 into book format and offer it for sale.  It will probably be late May, if we’re lucky.  With Clan, Honor, and Empire releasing late April and the re-release of Unholy Union soon to follow, Shalia’s Diary Book 3 is having to take a number. 

I feel I have to warn you all about what’s to come in the next storyline of Shalia’s Diary.  After the first few entries, it’s going to end up in a dark place.  This next bit is going to take a decidedly different turn from what’s happened before.  I got a little freaked out myself as I was writing it.  To say anymore will give too much away, but be prepared.

Clans of Kalquor 3:  Alien Conquest – It is done and out there.  You can get it on Kindle, Amazon UK, Nook, from Smashwords, and in print.  For those of you who elected to get the updated version, I hope you enjoyed the changes and enhanced storyline.  Because this book is now under a new publisher, it will not automatically update on your e-readers.  That would be illegal.  You do have to buy the book all over again, for which I apologize.  I kept the e-book price low at $3.99 so it wouldn’t be a big hit on your wallets.  Thanks for understanding.

Clan Beginnings:  Clan, Honor, and Empire – I am into the final read-through before submitting this to the editor.  I am hoping with all my heart that when the blog starts up again, I will be announcing a release date.  Late April is where I’m aiming now.  I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel!  Keep your fingers crossed.

Unholy Union – This erotic horror tale was first published back in 2011, and was nominated for an award.  The reviews are glowing, so if fear and demon sex are your cup of tea, check it out.  The rights return to me April 26.  I’ve just finished a fresh round of edits, as I do with all my re-releases.  I am now formatting.  Fortunately for my sanity, Unholy Union did not required any significant changes.  I will be putting a new cover on Unholy Union and getting it back on sale as soon as I can.  Once that’s done, I can get to work pulling together Shalia’s Diary Book 3.

First Mataras:  Michaela – I am looking forward to going full steam ahead with this one as soon as Clan, Honor, and Empire is out of my hair.  Because things have essentially fallen apart schedule-wise, there is no longer any attempt to set even a tentative release date.  

Clans of Kalquor 4:  Alien Salvation – Rights revert to me at the end of July.  The re-edit of this one is part of the reason why I can no longer set a date for the new books Michaela or Alien Indiscretions.  

Netherworld I:  Drop Dead Sexy – Rights revert in August.  I’ve taken a peek at the first few chapters and feel like this one will demand a major overhaul.  As a result, my plans to write Netherworld IV this year have been scrapped.

Clans of Kalquor 9:  Alien Indiscretions – I really hope I can squeeze this in before the year is out.  I will do my best.

Clans of Kalquor 5:  Alien Slave – Rights revert in November.  Another reason Netherworld IV will not happen this year.

I guess I didn’t anticipate how much time the re-releases would demand of me.  I’m on bended knee, praying that when I go over Alien Salvation and Alien Slave, they will be like Alien Rule and not insist on major changes. 

Every time a book’s contract approaches its end, my soon-to-be former publisher pulls it off distributors’ lists to sell it exclusively for a few weeks.  As a result, I get deluged with e-mails asking where those books are.  Because of the popularity of the Clans of Kalquor books, I have to make their re-releases a priority over the new stuff.  For those of you waiting on the new stories, I am sorry about the delays.  Trust me, I am as unhappy with tossing my schedule out as you are.  Maybe even more, given my obsessive tendencies.

So you know where I’ll be for the next two weeks:  grimly staring at my computer, scowling at the pile-up of writing that only seems to get bigger each day.  I’ll pop in and out on Facebook and say hi to those of you there, but forgive me if I don’t stick around.  Writing-wise, I’ve got Kalquorian butts to kick.

I’ll be back on April 14!  Take care, everyone.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

WIP Wednesday – First Mataras: Michaela

As they walked down the corridor towards one of the huge house’s exits, Korkla kept an eye on his small charge.  Little by little, she lost the dreamy-eyed look.  She snuck quick glances at them, and the Dramok could feel her nervousness returning.  Worry creased her brow, and a small frown touched her full lips.  

She suddenly said, “I, um, I wanted to see how Jessica was doing.  I guess I forgot to keep track of the time.  I’m sorry you had to look for me.”

Korkla exchanged a look with his clanmates.  Raxstad, as a law enforcement officer, was trained to detect subterfuge.  Govi also knew a lie when he heard it.  Perhaps Michaela was sorry to have avoided them, but she hadn’t done so as a mistake.

Govi smiled as if he accepted her excuse.  “No harm done, little one.  Did Jessica enjoy meeting with her clan last night?”

Korkla knew the question for what it was:  a ploy to distract Michaela from her fears of them.  It worked like a charm.  Her dark, almost black eyes flashed.  In an instant, the nervousness disappeared from her demeanor.

She snapped, “Oh, Jessica said last night was just fine and dandy.  It was this morning when Korkla’s boss showed the kind of man he really is that sucked.”

Michaela leveled that angry gaze at Korkla, as if he held the blame for his employer’s actions.  The Dramok sighed.  “Clajak doesn’t always handle himself as well as he could.”

“He made my friend cry, Korkla.  He treated her like a piece of meat and tossed her aside.  He’s an asshole.”

She’d come to a stop in the middle of the hallway to confront him in an aggressive stance with her legs wide and fists parked on her hips.  Michaela didn’t seem to notice Korkla stood head and shoulders above her.  She didn’t care that he probably outweighed her by over a hundred pounds of muscle.  She was pissed off on Jessica’s behalf, demanding someone make it right.

Her anger was amazing, her lack of fear astounding.  Moreover, she was absolutely stunning with her eyes snapping sparks and her coloring deepening with ire.  Damn if she wasn’t giving him a hard-on.  Korkla could have put her on her back in the middle of the floor right there and then and fucked her.

Instead, he put the brakes on his libido, knowing it was not welcome ... yet.  He told the spitfire, “I wish I could apologize for Prince Clajak, Michaela.  It is unconscionable that he upset Jessica to that extent.”

Govi added, “He has issues that often lead him to acting like a spoiled child, when in fact it is fear and dread that drive him.”

It was more information than Korkla felt prudent to give someone not yet privy to Kalquor’s eventual ruler.  However, the admission calmed Michaela down.

She cocked her head inquisitively.  “But Clajak is a prince.  What does a prince have to worry about?  And what gives him the right to take it out on Jessica?”

Korkla’s tone was stern.  “He has no right to do any such thing.”  He softened again when he had to speak a little in Clajak’s defense, since Michaela obviously thought he deserved none.  “As to what he would have to worry about, that would be the eventual rule of an entire Empire.”

She sucked on her lower lip in an adorable expression of realization.  “Oh.  Well.  I suppose that is a hell of a burden.”

Raxstad growled, “He’s still an asshole for making your friend cry.”

Despite the rough voice, Raxstad’s expression was only a parody of fierceness.  He winked at Michaela, and she grinned in delighted response.

Her smile made something in Korkla’s chest tighten.  Damn it, this boy-woman was absolutely stunning.  Whether lively with anger or childlike with nervousness, she had enraptured him.  If only he could find some way to make her see herself as he did.

Release date not set.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Alien Conquest Release Update

Sometimes I love being proven wrong.  Such is the case with Alien Conquest.  The original publisher has pulled it off sale everywhere even though it is the weekend.  I have just finished the task of loading the new version to all distributors.  Even the print version has been pulled, so if tree book is your thing, you are in luck.

In fact, if you frequent Smashwords for your e-books, you can get Alien Conquest now at  Have I mentioned lately how much I love Smashwords?  Let me proclaim my ardor for that site once more.

The Kindle version is also already up, much to my amazement.

In the UK, your link is

CreateSpace has the print version.

Nook has also just added it to its site.

I hope you enjoy the additions to the story!

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan, Honor, and Empire

            As Flencik set to work injecting coagulant to stop the minor internal bleeding, he spoke to distract Breft from the pain.  “What do you hope to do when you’re done with basic training camp, Breft?”
            “I’d like to get into Global Security.  My father died in the line of duty, and it would be an honor to be an officer like he was.”
            Alc’s voice was kind, as if trying to cushion the blow of how unlikely Breft’s aspirations were.  “That’s a hard group to get into, Breft.  I’m not saying you couldn’t handle the work, but the process just to be considered for training is brutal.  You have to be lucky too, with good references and the recommendations of powerful people.”
            Breft said, “I know.  I’m going to have to work my way into it, I suppose.  It would help if I knew someone currently in there for Global Security’s youth training program, but I don’t.  I’ll have to take the long path in.” 
            Flencik asked, “Your parent clan hasn’t explored their connections?  After all, if your Nobek father was a member, then you’d have an advantage over many applicants.”
            Breft’s voice was flat.  “I don’t have a parent clan, and no one from my father’s parent clan survives.  In short, I have no advocates.”
            “None of your parents are alive?”  Flencik felt a stab of sympathy, which he masked.  Nobeks didn’t like people feeling sorry for them.
            “My mother is, but she never joined a clan.  She’s kind of a free spirit who doesn’t like to be tied down.  She only sees unclanned Nobeks for companionship.  If she was to advocate for me, Global Security wouldn’t be impressed with her credentials.”  Breft chuckled.
            Flencik blinked.  He was used to being around men of rank, who came from parents of a higher status.  That Breft had no men to call fathers, that his mother had never clanned and would not – it was not something he had ever encountered before.
            At a loss as to what to think about such a situation, Flencik lamely said, “Oh.  I guess that does make things a little complicated then.”
            “Yeah.”  With unabashed audaciousness, Breft said, “So if you happen to know anyone who could help my case, Doctor, I’d love to make an impression.”
            Actually, Flencik did know someone with Global Security connections:  Rajhir’s Nobek father Astef.  The former officer even sat on the new recruit selection board.  He was as impressive a connection as a young Nobek aspiring to such work could hope to get.
            Flencik didn’t mention that.  He knew nothing about Breft, other than he was a cute ragamuffin the Imdiko couldn’t help but like. 
            He simply said, “I’ll ask around.”
            “Thanks.”  Breft looked down at his torso as Flencik completed his work there.  “You work quick.  I can actually breathe without pain now.”
            Flencik grinned and motioned for the young man to lay back on the table.  “Put your legs up.  I have just this sprained ankle and finishing up your arm, and you’ll be in fighting shape again.  Not that I’m recommending that any time soon, you understand.”
            Breft grinned at him.  “I’ll give it a couple of hours.”
            Flencik snorted and shook his head.  He could well imagine Breft walking out of the treatment room and starting a fight right off the bat.  Yes, the young man was a terror, but Flencik couldn’t help but like him.  Maybe he would mention Breft to Astef after all.  It couldn’t hurt.

Release tentatively scheduled for April.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Being Murphy's Bitch

I feel like Murphy’s Law was made specifically for me.  Today I’m laughing about it, but a lot of the time I turn the air blue with profanity.

It never fails.  I find an empty spot on my calendar, a couple of weeks in which absolutely nothing is going on.  I mark the end of that two weeks as a book’s release date.  This gives me plenty of time to format, gear up for promotion and marketing, and all the other little details that come with publishing something new.

And then as release day nears...BAM. 

A call from my son’s teacher.  “We need to schedule a meeting.”  And all she and the rest of the special ed support staff have available is a day the week before release.  Maybe even the day of!  Then his behavioral specialist re-schedules a consultation right in the middle of everything.

A family emergency arises.  Someone is getting divorced.  Or lost their job.  Or is in the hospital.

My mother suddenly decides this is the time to drop by unannounced for coffee every day.

Something major breaks in the house, or the car needs a repair. 

I tell you, it NEVER fails.  Somewhere, the being in charge of scheduling my life is cackling wildly every time I pick a release date for a book.  All I can do is sit there and stare at my calendar and whimper, “Are you f-ing kidding me?”

Life happens.  And it only seems to happen whenever I decide to put a new book out.  That’s just the way it works.

Re-releases are turning out to be no different.  I have no control over when the contracts on my first books run out.  Due to Kalquor’s increasing popularity, I must get those particular books re-released ASAP.  As you might have guessed, things are already popping up around the re-issue date of Alien Conquest.  I am watching and shaking my head as the phone rings of the hook, people come for spontaneous visits, appliances break down, specialists change my son’s schedule, and my extended family’s drama goes into high gear. 

Murphy, you merciless son of a bitch. 

Don’t worry though.  I knew this was coming.  I’m laughing it off these days.  What the hell, I can rest when the book comes out and ready myself for the next time.  Oh shit, that’s next month with Clan, Honor, and Empire.  I’m supposed to re-release Unholy Union in April too, and I haven’t even begun an editing run on that.  Well, damn.  I guess the fun will never end for ol’ Murphy. 

And there goes the phone again.  Caller ID:  my son’s school.  Sigh.