Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Monday, March 30, 2015
Saturday, March 28, 2015
I hope you are all enjoying the newest book in the Clans of Kalquor series. Here's a little bonus for you: the girls' night out scene that I had to cut from the book during edits. I loved this scene with Cissy, Tasha, Jessica, and Lindsey at Vax's restaurant. Unfortunately, it didn't add anything to the storyline, and bogged the book down. It had to go.
So here it is, the deleted scene. Enjoy!
As Cissy had expected they would, they ended up at the restaurant owned by Lindsey’s Imdiko Vax. Cissy was amused to see it had an Earther name: A Taste of Home. It specialized in a fusion of Earther and Kalquorian dishes.
“There isn’t anywhere better to eat,” the elder McInness said with no shortage of pride as they were ushered straight to an intimate table. “Vax is a culinary genius. The wait for a table is four months now.”
“He needs a bigger restaurant for this area,” was Jessica’s opinion. “Councilmen are always complaining to me that they can’t get in, as if I would presume on my family to give them special treatment.”
“It could be a good bargaining point at council meetings,” Lindsey teased. “Have them buy Vax the new meat smoker he’s had his eyes on, and he might go along with bumping up their reservations.”
“I heard my name and new meat smoker,” a cheerful voice said a second before Vax poked his head around the corner. “Do I put my order in or is it already on its way?”
The women laughed as the sweet-faced Imdiko walked into their high-walled private dining circle. “I’m bargaining hard with your sister-in-law,” Lindsey told him as she rose to greet him with a kiss. “Why are you working so late?”
Vax looked surprised at the question. “You brought your cousins. I wanted to cook for them myself and make sure they got a proper welcome to my restaurant.” He smiled at Cissy and Tasha. “How are you liking the Matara Complex?”
Tasha smiled at the handsome Kalquorian who looked almost too young to be clanned. “We like what little we’ve experienced so far. Today was all about the shopping.”
“Is that a new dress? Very nice.” He turned his attention to Cissy. “You look lovely as well, Cissy.”
“Sure I do,” she snorted. Her blouse, while new, wasn’t nearly as prissy as Tasha’s dress. Cissy had also opted to pull her hair back in a simple ponytail. She’d made a slight effort with her makeup, having swiped on some mascara and lipstick.
“You do,” Vax insisted. “I appreciate women who don’t paint themselves unnatural faces.” He beamed at Lindsey, who wore no more makeup than Cissy did.
The comedienne in Cissy wanted to pretend to gag at the besotted way Vax looked at her cousin. Instead, she found herself envious of the outright adoration in the Imdiko’s expression. Nearly four years wasn’t long to be clanned, but did people really still look so in love after that amount of time?
Cissy wondered what it would be like to be loved as much as Vax obviously loved Lindsey. On the heels of that, she tried to imagine loving a man with that much devotion.
I’m too damned ornery, she decided. No man, much less a clan of three men, is going to get that kind of reaction from me. I know how to love my family to the point of doing anything for them, but I’m never going to be sappy like that. Too bad. I’d like to know what that kind of love feels like.
Vax took their orders himself, gave Lindsey a kiss, and left to make their dinner.
And what a dinner. Afterward, Cissy and Tasha agreed their meal was magnificent. Cissy went into paroxysms of delight over her bacon-wrapped ronka strips in a creamy honey and spice sauce. She followed it up with a tart pastry that reminded her of key lime pie. She also had more than her fair share of alcoholic leshella, ordered by Jessica just for the occasion. Cissy was giddy by the end of the meal. Thoughts of propriety had quietly exited when she wasn’t looking.
“Better than sex,” she told Vax when he came by to check on them, slurring her words slightly. “I’d tell you the state of my panties right now, but that would be crude.”
Vax’s eyes went wide. As Jessica and Lindsey howled their laughter, Tasha crossed her arms on the table and laid her head down, hiding her face as if she would die of embarrassment. However, her shoulders shook, letting Cissy know her twin laughed as hard as the other two women. Vax stammered his thanks and beat a hasty retreat.
“You – you are terrible,” Lindsey gasped, crying just as hard as she guffawed. “And drunk. My poor Imdiko. He may be scarred for life.”
“That’s what he gets for cooking so damned good,” Cissy sighed as she spooned in the last bite of tart. “How are you not 200 pounds, woman?”
“I work it off.” Lindsey grinned. A bit drunk herself, she added, “Naked. In fact, I think I’ll insist on a workout tonight and make the boys late for work tomorrow.”
The leshella kept flowing and the women kept laughing. It was a wonderful night.
Friday, March 27, 2015
Cissy Salter is more than ready to shed Earth’s repression when she moves to the planet Kalquor. She leaps headlong into drinking, partying, and liaisons with young alien men. She would be having the time of her life if not for the disapproval of a certain rich, gorgeous Dramok she can’t avoid. She’d love to despise him, but her heart has other ideas.
Dramok Diltan sees the bawdy, unrefined Cissy as a thorn in his side. The last thing he needs is a woman who drives him crazy every time they meet. Yet the spark in her eyes kindles a fire he can’t ignore. His enthralled clanmates Wal and Rolat are determined to get the two to stop fighting, at least long enough to explore the possibility of making Cissy part of their clan. When they discover Diltan’s past misdeeds, Wal and Rolat issue an ultimatum: help them seduce the Earth woman or face punishment.
As Cissy and Clan Diltan discover each other’s true nature and love blooms, the long-hidden secrets of Kalquor’s leadership are revealed. An old conspiracy brought to light shatters Kalquor’s peace, driving the Empire apart ... and tearing Cissy from the arms of the three men she can no longer live without.
She couldn’t even summon the strength to tense when Wal’s soapy fingers began to cleanse her pussy. All she could do was tremble as his hand worked over her splayed mound. Her head lolled against Rolat’s wide chest as she moaned in gratitude for the sweet sensations waking in her core.
His eyes bright with mischief, Wal looked to Diltan. “She needs a thorough rinsing.”
The Dramok already had a metallic sprayer in his hand, connected by a tube to one of the many jets that lined the pool. “I would be glad to take care of that.”
With a push of a button, a stream of water shot out of the sprayer. Cissy’s eyes widened as Diltan brought it towards her pussy. Her hands instinctively shot out to shield herself, but a laughing Wal caught her wrists, making her helpless.
Diltan’s evil grin was at odds with the gentle cooing tone he spoke with. “Hold still, little girl. Let me get that soap off.”
His aim was deadly accurate. The spray found her clit, and Cissy no longer rode gentle swells of arousal. Ecstatic lust burst forth, fully formed and stampeding towards climax.
Had Diltan left the jet of water unmoving, the violent excitement would have swiftly turned to pain. However he played it over her pussy, letting it stroke the lips and clit and even her plugged ass from different angles. The stream left her screaming, but in rapture. Her body suffused with incredible heat. She damned near crackled with it.
Cissy’s sex heaved all at once, the orgasm tearing through as if to escape an intensity it couldn’t face. She twisted and jerked in Rolat’s arms, her throaty screams turning into high-pitched shrieks. There was no escape. The delicious, insane pleasure continued, forcing brutal climax from her.
Then it was gone, leaving Cissy devastated in its wake. She groaned, her body sagging against the Nobek holding her. Her pussy pulsed with angry surges.
She blinked groggily at the radiant smile beaming from Diltan’s face. He held the now quiet sprayer in his hand, pointed away from her. She eyed it as if it was a weapon he might turn on her at any moment. It essentially was.
“Fu—fuck,” she wheezed. “Fuck.”
“We’ll get to that,” he answered as the other two laughed. “But first, this.”
With his free hand, the Dramok reached to her still convulsing pussy, seizing the red, swollen nubbin at the top. The instant his finger and thumb squeezed, a thunderclap of elation rolled through Cissy again. She yelled at the fresh spasm.
“Don’t, Diltan,” she begged, her feet kicking arcs of water around the group. “Don’t, you’re killing me.”
“Your word is sholt,” he reminded her. He rubbed her clit between finger and thumb, making her arch against the stoic Nobek who held her without straining. “If you want me to stop, it is your only way out.”
Cissy gasped as he teased mercilessly. She couldn’t believe that she was tempted to fold because of pleasure. Yet perhaps there could be too much of a good thing. She was crazed from the powerful sensations overloading her wits.
However, the rebellious part of her heard the challenge in Diltan’s tone. He believed she was too weak to withstand the gorgeous torment. He didn’t think she could take it. Cissy didn’t think she could take it either. In fact, she was sure of it. Yet she couldn’t stand to bow to that knowing smirk of his. She might love the man, but she was still ready to argue with him, to make him work to win her over.
Cissy bit her lips together hard, making it hurt, taking what refuge she could from the unbearable bliss.
Diltan’s grin spread wide enough to break his face. “There’s my stubborn little rebel. Last chance, Cecilia.” He pressed the button to turn the jet on again.
A tiny moan of terror escaped Cissy’s clenched jaw. She pulled against Wal’s grip on her wrists even as she shook her head in refusal to bow.
“As you wish, my love.”
He turned the spray on her pussy again.