Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Alien Hostage Now Available at Totally Bound

Now available outside the U.S. You can get your copy at Totally Bound's site right now. Or pre-order at Amazon in the UK, Germany, Australia, Canada, and France. The book will be available there on July 26. Yes, Canada is there too. Due to miscommunications, I belated learned I kept only U.S. rights, not North American. Whoops!

Print has not yet been scheduled. It may be a while yet before Alien Hostage is available in that format.

Tasha Salter is caught in a quandary: she wants to fall in love, but past trauma keeps her from commitment. The only people she trusts are her family, especially in this time of treason against the Kalquorian Empire. When she and her three-year-old cousin are abducted by the revolt’s shadowy leader, matters of the heart no longer apply. She finds herself in a battle for their survival.

Clan Falinset left Kalquor in self-imposed exile when their parents’ illegal activities threatened their honor. Dramok Falinset, Imdiko Nur, and Nobek Wekniz only want to be left alone to live their quiet lives. Yet the drumbeat of war is sounding as traitorous forces prepare to attack Kalquor. Worse still, the revolt’s leader wants his son Falinset at his side … and refuses to take no for an answer.

A wild escape attempt throws Tasha and her young charge into the reluctant care of Clan Falinset. With betrayal in their past and war in their future, there is no reason to find love. Yet passion flares between those who should be enemies, leading Clan Falinset and Tasha to realize that they are not on opposite sides after all. Together they have the chance to heal.

Yet the sins of the fathers have come to rest on the shoulders of their sons. Falinset must make an impossible choice: bow to his father’s blackmail and turn traitor to the Empire or doom his clan by saving the young princess of Kalquor and the woman he’s fallen in love with.

Contains BDSM situations including bondage, D/s, and multiple partners.

              He was shocked when she reached up to stroke the scar dragging the corner of his mouth down. Her husky voice even lower than before, she murmured, “So strong. So fierce.”
              He swallowed hard. He did not dare to think she could be interested in him, and silently warned the throb in his groin to depart. “Strong and fierce. And not pretty.”
              Tasha snorted as if he’d said the most ridiculous words ever uttered. “I don’t care about pretty. Give me vigor. Intensity.” She rose up on her knees on the lounger so they were eye to eye. Her hand cupped the melted side of his face with the air of a connoisseur admiring a fine piece of statuary.
              Wekniz couldn’t believe it when she leaned close to press her lips to his marred cheek. “Give me power and might.” Her hands moved down, touching his chest and abdomen, her hands skimming over his shirt to feel the body beneath. “Bravery. Guts.” She pulled at his shirt, drawing it up to uncover the rest of his scars to touch them with reverence before bending to run her mouth and tongue over the disfigured flesh. “To hell with pretty. I want the body of the conqueror, the man who has faced the worst and lived to tell about it. The magnificence of the warrior who can’t be defeated.”
              Wekniz watched her, too stunned to move consciously. Yet his instincts blazed to life. His cocks pounded with the beat of his pulse, the hairs on his body standing on end. As she kissed and stroked the scarred skin with frenzied excitement, his being drew closer to the violent moment when he must take her.
              She abruptly stopped her near-frantic embraces to stare at him with want-filled eyes. “You are magnificent. Will you have me? You don’t have to offer sweet words. You don’t need to worry if I want you to fuck me senseless, because I do.”
              One part of Wekniz thought she had to be joking. Surely this beautiful creature couldn’t want him. But the burning in her eyes said something else. Seeing that eagerness slammed shut any arguments the Nobek might have come up with. Hunger roared forward, taking away all hesitation.
              In an instant, Wekniz had Tasha on her back, his body covering hers, passion pouring from him as he tore at the shirt she’d borrowed from Nur. All was devouring need.
              She was as ardent, her hands everywhere, her mouth latched onto his. Damn it, she was a little wildcat. He felt ravished, ravaged, ready to be made a meal of by the fervent Earther. The dominant in him rose up, but Wekniz held it off. He didn’t want to mess this chance up.
              But when her hand clamped on his crotch, the need to be in charge overwhelmed him. He wanted the woman his way. His need to be in charge was quick to remind him she’d practically begged him to take her. He heeded that call, moving fast to grab her wrists and pin them over her head. He heaved up to stare at her.
              Tasha gazed up at him, her eyes growing wide and round and soft. Her mouth parted open, a tiny sigh escaping. Her breathing was quick and shallow. Her expression – it was all want. Complete surrender.
              Wekniz’s cocks swelled at the sight of willing, compliant woman. The wildcat had wanted to be tamed. The thought swamped his senses, and his shafts gave a massive jerk.
              By the ancestors. This could be amazing.
              His thoughts flew, wondering what she’d respond to. Being held down played havoc with her desires. He scented the raw need coming from her lush little body, the smell drawing his more animalistic instincts to a razor-sharp point. Oh, he had a thought or two of where an interest in bondage could lead.
              Wekniz held her down with one hand. The other unbuckled his belt. He pulled it free of his waist, sliding off pouches that held the things he liked to carry as he went. Tasha watched him do so, her blue-green eyes gleaming with delighted knowledge. So she thought she knew what he was up to, did she? He was about to surprise her.
              He let go of her arms to put the belt in position. She had no time to figure it out before the belt circled about her neck and he closed the loop. The Nobek kept his fingers between the strap and her throat, making sure it wasn’t tight enough to choke. He locked down the buckle’s latch. There. She was collared and leashed, a perfect pet harnessed nice and proper.

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Friday, June 24, 2016

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 5: Alien Slave

The mouth kissing her moved to her ear, the warm breath bringing gooseflesh out all over her body. Gelan’s voice rumbled. “You have no idea of how beautiful you are, do you? How stunning your body is, how wonderful you taste?”

“I’m small up top,” she protested. “I’m tall for a woman, I have a big butt, wide hips, and I’m awkward.”

“Your breasts are perfect,” Krijero growled, releasing the mound he’d been teasing unmercifully. “Flawlessly formed and sensitive. There’s not one damned thing wrong with these.” His mouth covered the other breast, sucking hard either to underscore his words or to punish her for hers. Dani groaned in reaction to the darts of pleasure coursing from his mouth to her clit, still adoringly tongued by Wynhod.

Gelan paused nibbling her earlobe to add, “Tall is good. So many of your kind are tiny, insubstantial creatures. I couldn’t touch any of them for fear of breaking one.” He looked into her eyes. “I love your round buttocks because I can fill my hands with them. These hips are perfect for cradling my big body. You have nothing – nothing – to dislike about yourself.”

Dani heard more of the praise in his tone than his words, because Wynhod was doing things to her that claimed the majority of her attention. He pressed a second finger into her core, and his hard teeth scraped over her clit, setting off firecrackers of sensation stuttering through her body. She arched against the solid bulk of the men on top of her, the heels of her feet digging into the soft dirt of the cave floor. She ground out a cry between clenched teeth.

“How close, little Dani?” Gelan whispered. His hand circled the column of her throat.

Wynhod scuffed his teeth against her straining nub again, and everything below her waist seized. Dani wailed a little, orgasm sidling close before easing back a half step. She trembled all over, a tiny antelope within a hairsbreadth of the jaws of a hungry lion. 

Panting, every cell of her being on the verge of cataclysm, she managed to answer. “Close. Almost – almost.” She couldn’t say anymore. Words were beyond her as she waited for the final strike.

Gelan’s other hand cradled the top of her head, holding it still as he peered into her face. “I’m going to watch your face as you come. I want to see every single spasm that you feel.”

He didn’t have long to wait. A second later Wynhod’s teeth closed over her clit, trapping it for his rasping tongue to rub intimately.

The climax sprang, overwhelming her with its ferocity, consuming her in its scorching maw. Dani jerked and screamed, torn asunder with ecstasy that fed and fed and fed on her. Gelan’s blue-purple gaze riveted on her face as she shrieked against the beast gorging itself on her agonized bliss.

It pulled her inside out, feasting on her most delicate parts with frenzied bites. There was nowhere to retreat to, no way to defend herself from the ravaging. She could only surrender herself to it as consumed her utterly.

After awhile the savage feast slowed, the climax taking more delicate bites as its appetite found satiety. As it took its last relishing licks, Dani found herself looking into Gelan’s dark face. His cat’s pupils had widened, almost swallowing the irises. He breathed fast through parted lips.

“Beautiful,” he whispered to her. “Don’t ever think you’re not.”