Friday, May 19, 2017

Question of the Week


Q: Could we please have another short stories book. Ideas we came up with: A clan having triplets, celebrating Christmas (Sister Katherine?), A day in the life of the Empress, a clan opening a pleasure club, a matara with more than one earth child, a school for clans to learn about earth matara, a matara with a cat. 

A: It is a possibility in the future, but unfortunately, not very soon. My dance card is incredibly full right now what with the Basma's war, Portals to Risnar, and closing out Shalia's Diary. Those are some super fun ideas though. I wish I had more time, but I am scheduled to the teeth!

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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

WIP Wednesday - To Protect and Service: Righteous Fury



              Kimi glanced again at Todd, wondering if he was as clueless to his own urges as she’d been. Or if he actively rejected his leanings. Well, she wasn’t going to figure that out looking at him, especially since he was walking off towards the men’s room.
              The guy he’d been chatting with, however…he was still sitting at the bar. And staring at her. It was an intense, unblinking gaze, one that gave her the creeps despite his clean-cut ebony hair and devastating ice-blue eyes. His handsome face drifted into a smile, one that made him more handsome than any man had a right to be.
              She should have been swooning with desire and plotting how to get him back to her apartment for wild sex without feeling totally slutty about herself. True, the man with wide shoulders and a body every bit as delicious as Todd’s filling out his tee-shirt and form-fitting jeans—and what a form they fitted—made her pussy spasm in a way it hadn’t since Raven’s disappearance. Yet every hair stood up on Kimi’s body, as if an instinctive alarm to deadly danger had activated. The man was gorgeous, outrageously so, but he felt lethal even at a distance.
              As a ranger for the National Park Service, a more dangerous job than most people knew, Kimi had learned to heed that instinct. She smiled up at Maurice and spoke through gritted teeth. “Creep alert.”
              “Where is he, honey?” Maurice was always on the lookout for men who made unwanted advances on women. He might not have been sexually attracted to Kimi’s gender, but he respected the hell out of them. He didn’t put up with anyone’s shit where a woman’s safety was concerned.
              Kimi knew she could handle just about anything, but she liked having backup anyway. “He’s sitting at the bar, next to where Todd was. Wait, he’s leaving.”
              Tall, Dark and Unsettling had risen from his barstool, still smiling that enigmatic smile. Kimi was on the verge of believing she’d imagined his too-intense interest until he reached the door that led to the parking lot. He turned, gave her and Maurice a little nod, and then left.
              Maurice scowled, his wide face squashing down in abrupt fury. “It’s a good thing I always walk you to your death-wish machine. Something about that dude didn’t feel right. He’s got too much of that spider-looking-for-a-fly vibe, you know?”
              “I hear you. Though I will remind you, as I always do, that I can take care of myself. I’m just letting you in on some of the ass-kicking fun.”
              Maurice rolled his eyes, but Kimi knew he believed her. Anyone familiar with her the past year would. 

No release date set.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Question of the Week

Q: Are you planning to do more with the Nuns of Europa? I'd love to see how Tina settled and honestly Clan Osopa seemed pretty interesting.

A: I would like to get back to them, but unfortunately my schedule won't allow me to do that soon. Hopefully within the next couple of years I can check in on Tina (who was my intended heroine for the next Europa book).

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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

WIP Wednesday - Clans of Kalquor 11: Alien Revolt






              Lokmi looked vulnerable in his misery. Somehow, the open contrition made him more appealing than ever. Wondering if she was having her own blindly stupid moment, Hope placed her hand on his and squeezed. “I think you Kalquorians are more like us than different. I’d like to test that theory, if you don’t mind.”
              With that, she leaned in and placed a tentative kiss on the surprised Imdiko’s lips.
              Hope had never kissed a man. She’d regarded rebellion and romance as an impossible mix. She’d seen her parents kiss, had chanced upon them doing so passionately, but it was not something she knew how to do.
              Lokmi knew. After a moment’s frozen amazement, he kissed her back. His soft lips firmed beneath hers. His arms gathered around her, pulling her in close, right onto his lap. She gasped to feel him against her, so firm even where there was no protective armor.
              When her lips parted, Lokmi’s tongue flickered between them. He was tasting her. Enthralled by the sensation, Hope tasted back. Their tongues twined together in a serpentine dance that left her breathless.
              Kissing was glorious. Hope decided she had been missing out.
              The intimacy of the act, sharing herself in such an unguarded fashion, had another effect. Hope’s sex felt warm and melting, like rock in a volcano turning to lava. Pleasure she’d only known from touching herself flared to life, craving more of the delicious experience. Forgetting the original motive that had made her question Lokmi about clans and given her the chance to kiss him, Hope moaned and moved against the man, delighting in his physicality. Her breasts were small, but they were soft, and she gloried in the difference between them and the granite strength of the Kalquorian.
              Lokmi suddenly pulled back, breaking the kiss. He stared at her. The cat-slit pupils had widened until his purple irises were nearly eclipsed. In a breathy voice, he asked, “What is this all about?”
              “You don’t like me?” Hope’s voice was more plaintive than she had intended. Definitely not a sexy voice. Almost whiny with want, because she desperately wanted to keep kissing him.
              Oh yeah, I had another reason to seduce him too.
              Lokmi suspicious look told her that plot was in danger of being discovered. “I like you. I most certainly do. But this level of interest is rather sudden for a repressed Earther.”
              “Maybe I’m too curious to be repressed.”
              “Maybe you want something from me. And I’m not talking about sex either.”
              Hope knew she’d been caught. There was no point in pretending otherwise, not with a man as smart as this one. She huffed in dismay. “Okay. I kissed you because I want to guarantee you’ll give me that phase device for Charity. She’s in danger, Lokmi.”
              He scowled, but not at her ruse. “Did Copeland bother her again?”
              “No, but it’s coming. I know it is.”
              He gave her an understanding smile. “Hope, I vow to get you and your father and sister phase devices. That’s why I came here tonight, to make sure they’d operate perfectly and keep you safe. You don’t have to throw yourself at me.”
              Hope tried to ignore the jolt of disappointment. “Okay. I didn’t know what I was doing anyway.”
              She thought he picked up on her tone, because his expression gentled. He stroked her cheek. “Did you like kissing me?”
              She was embarrassed, but it didn’t occur to her to not answer. “I…yes. I didn’t know kissing felt like that. You seem to know what you’re doing.”
              “I’ve had a little practice.” His grin was bright, then it became a more dangerous look. “I don’t suppose you’d like to practice? Work on those seductress skills?”
              The teasing tone made her scowl, but her pussy warmed again. She was wet as well, damn him. “What if I did?” she challenged.
              “I’m always in favor of a person improving herself. I’d be pleased to help you, of course.” He took her hand and pressed it to his groin. Hope gasped to feel how swollen and hard he was there. “Do you feel how pleased I am, Hope?”
              There was only one way to answer such a question. She crushed her lips against his.

Releasing late June 2017