Thursday, October 19, 2017
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Though he did his best to hide it, Rivek was disquieted by Ospar and Jol’s reactions. Jol looked protective, though he should have expected that from a Nobek like his friend. Yet Ospar wore the same expression, even moving close to the priest as Jol did, as if he would shield him with his very body. Their anger on his behalf was palpable. They behaved as if the warning he’d been given was the worst possible thing that could happen—them, who had faced death itself.
Something within him responded to what seemed to be visceral responses from the two men. It was strange and intrusive to him—and yet comforting. Warm. Welcoming.
His whole being filled with a yearning Rivek wasn’t used to. A desire for more of the security Ospar and Jol seemed to want to shelter him with. An urge to join them in a way more profound than mere sex.
No. All I want is friendship. I don’t need to do more than like them.
Yet the strength of his feelings shook him, as did their seemingly emotional investment in him. A matter completely at odds with his plans to remain above the fray of normal life, to seek total enlightenment. Even the members of Rivek’s parent clan, all of whom were involved in the priesthood, had far too much conflict to immerse themselves fully in the experience Rivek sought. Even though their union contained no more than the natural differences that came with close relationships, Rivek thought it hobbled them in their search for true inner peace.
The last thing he needed was a serious involvement with a pair like this Dramok and Nobek, men who courted trouble on a daily basis. Never mind finding complete illumination, absolute tranquility. How could Rivek possibly remain spiritually connected if he remained intimately involved in their contentious lives?
The short answer was, he couldn’t. His equilibrium would never be maintained in such an atmosphere of nonstop conflict.
Noticing the rising tide of nervous energy, Rivek took a deep breath. Now was not the time to wrestle with any kind of decision. Not in the heat of the moment of recognizing he was more invested emotionally with Ospar and Jol than he wanted to be.
Releasing November 17, 2017
Monday, October 16, 2017
Friday, October 13, 2017
Q: I was wondering will Clan Dusa have a book eventually?
A: It's not currently planned for, but there is always the possibility. Given they are no doubt still having adventures as they rescue Earthers, there is certainly potential for them to have a story at some point.
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Thursday, October 12, 2017
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
As soon as Ospar wrapped up his latest campaign tour, he and Jol went back to their district feeling much had been accomplished. Jol was glad to be back on home turf where the surroundings were familiar and he could most effectively guard his Dramok.
He was even happier to visit with Rivek at the temple. Despite the last few weeks of Ospar meeting and greeting the population, they’d kept seeing the priest who was a calming influence on their chaotic lives and a tumultuous inspiration for lovemaking. Jol was fascinated with the dichotomy of a man who lived in serenity and fucked like a zibger.
The Nobek was gratified that Rivek seemed glad to see them too. The joy on his square-jawed face shone without embarrassment as he accepted Ospar’s effusive greeting and Jol’s more sedate but heartfelt embrace.
Ospar’s grin was the real one, the one that said he was genuinely happy and not putting on a show. “How goes it in the tranquil world of faith and the search for truth?”
Though Rivek looked and sounded as pleased as ever to be in their company, Jol detected an undercurrent of something indefinable that wasn’t usually there. Something off that made the priest uncertain of his claim.
Jol took his arm. “What’s wrong, Imdiko?”
This time, a shadow did pass over Rivek’s face. He shrugged, as if to brush it off. “It might be nothing.”
Ospar’s eyes narrowed. “What might be nothing?” he demanded, his tone brooking no prevarication.
Rivek gave in without an instant of hesitation, deciding on truth rather than evasion, as was typical for him. “I had just finished leading a meditation class yesterday when a couple of men approached me. Big, rough-looking types.”
The disquiet sitting heavily in Jol’s gut grew. “Nobeks? What did they say?”
“Only one spoke. He said I should keep in mind that politics and faith are not the most compatible of bedfellows.” Rivek’s tone never changed its mild cadence. “When I told him I have little interest in politics except to vote with my conscience, he said, ‘Then perhaps you should curb your interest in particular politicians. They can be bad for a man’s health.’”
Fury spiked white and jagged in Jol’s skull. The bastard. Someone needed to rip his throat out for uttering such words to Rivek.
Ospar gasped, his expression thunderous. “How dare they target you! Jol, what can we do about this?”
Rivek looked at him with quiet surprise. “Why should you have to do anything? They were only words.”
“That’s a threat they knew would get back to us. Of all the cowardly antics, to threaten a priest.” Only Jol’s training and the continued peaceful countenance of the Imdiko before him kept him from storming out after their enemies, to unleash the fury that pumped his muscles with the need to fight.
The syndicate had gone too far. He would hunt down and tear apart any gurluck who tried to harm Rivek.
Releasing Winter 2017
Monday, October 9, 2017
Saturday, October 7, 2017
Today, I'm handing over the blog to the forever entertaining Aubrey Cara. She's got a new book out that you have to read to believe. I'm dying to tell you more, but I don't dare for fear of revealing spoilers. It's impossible to talk about Bambi's Alien Abduction without saying things like, "Wait until you get to the part where she finds out he's wants to--" or "You will die when she decides to--". Nope, can't get through it without blowing the lid off. So, without further ado, take this blog away, Aubrey!
Thank you for having me, Tracy! For those of you unfamiliar with my books, I currently have three sci-fi series out. All the books in the series are stand alones, but have secondary plots that are being carried throughout the series.
TakingTheir Human and KeepingTheir Human are part of the Monrok Warriors series. All the Monrok Warrior stories are ménage relationships, with no titillation between the men. Their Human Pets is the first filthy book in my Monrok Masters series. These books are no holds barred. Titillation can happen between any combination of characters.
My brand-new series, Earth Girls Guide to Surviving an Alien Abduction is set in the same universe as the other books, but much lighter. I just released Book 1, Bambi’s Alien Abduction. I had a blast writing this book, and I hope everyone finds it a fun, if slightly raunchy, good read.
Have a peek:
Leaning in, he breathes deep. My muscles ache, I'm holding so still. His breath puffs against my neck and hair as he sniffs me as if I'm the best thing he's ever smelt. Getting sniffed this way should not be a turn-on, dammit. But it's making me go gooey, and I find myself sniffing him in return.
He doesn't smell too bad himself. Exotic, like spices and herbs, but some kind of flower, too. It's intriguingly masculine and has a melty effect on my girly bits.
"You deny me while your body cries the mating call, female?" The low rumble of his voice at my ear sends a tremble through me. His hand wedges between us and cups my cooch, over my panties.
A flush of embarrassment works up my chest knowing he's got to feel how wet I am through the cloth. I gasp when he sweeps the thin barrier aside and one of those long fingers dives in. I grab his wrist, but that doesn't deter him movements. It only makes him growl at me. "I will put my root away only after you swell with my ling," he tells me, his stubborn fingers still exploring me. "Only then will it not ache to be inside you."
He aches to be inside me?
I'm not sure if my body was crying anything before, but it's singing something pretty loudly now. His amber eyes are so heated. I wonder if his kind kiss. His lips are bare inches from mine and look surprisingly sensual. If I leaned in just a bit, I'd be able to discover if they taste...
I've been abducted by Amish aliens, and hand to God, I'm so over it.
Don't get me wrong. Their leader is super hot, despite his likely shared ancestry with Godzilla. But he's all about sexing me up and implanting his eggs in my you know where. And yes, I said eggs.
If that's not bad enough, my besties have been abducted, too, but by entirely different aliens and are on an entirely different planet. I've got to get out of here and pull off some heroic sh*t ASAP.
Only problem, outside of the whole "I don't know how to fly a spaceship" thing?
I may have gotten a little carried away while playing "just the tip" with my hot alien abductor. And now...well...if I could update my social media status, I'd be going from single & ready to mingle, to it's WAY complicated.
Bambi’s Alien Abduction is available on Kindle Unlimited and is marked down to $2.99 for a limited time!