Wednesday, August 16, 2017

WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Conscience

              Ospar wasn’t as happy to be home as he usually was. As he stomped to the door of his home, he ignored Jol on his heels. His door was keyed to automatically recognize him and it slid open at his approach.
              Jol shoved him aside and entered the house first. “I will go in ahead and make sure nothing dangerous has been introduced into the home environment.”
              “How about introducing some good breeding into the environment? Shove me again, and I’ll break all your fingers.” Ospar stormed in after him.
              Jol ignored him and investigated the greeting room, starting with the bar near the entrance. He snarled at Ospar as the Dramok headed straight for the doorway that would take him further into the home. “You will wait until I clear each room before you enter it.”
              “Fuck off.” Ospar kept going.
              The next thing he knew, he was flying through the air. He’d never seen Jol’s approach, but he sure as hell felt the man grab. Ospar landed safely on the billowy soft lounger across from the bar, one of many luxurious seating options scattered in the large room meant for entertaining.
              Jol stood over him, his fierce visage more primal than ever. “I said stay in here!”
              Ospar stared up at him, stunned more at the man’s temerity than his speed and strength. The son of a bitch just didn’t know when to quit with the whole bodyguard shtick. And it was going to cost him.
              Though furious, Ospar wasn’t stupid. He knew he couldn’t physically tangle with a Nobek like Jol and hope to keep his hide intact. Yet the man would pay for putting his hands on Ospar.
              It was a vow the Dramok had every intention of keeping, or die trying to make happen.

Releasing Winter 2017

Friday, August 11, 2017

Question of the Week

Q: Will there be stories about the hybrid children becoming adults and how they change the society?

A: It's a possibility. However, since those would be much different stories from the current series, I would probably make it an entirely different Kalquor-related series. 'Children of Kalquor' or something to that effect. With my current writing schedule, it wouldn't happen for at least a couple of years.

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Thursday, August 10, 2017

Shalia's Diary Book 11 Now Available

Shalia’s happily-ever-after is shattered when her daughter is kidnapped.

Shalia has at last found the love she’s risked her life to win. She’s got everything she could wish for—an amazing career and a wonderful home for herself and her baby Anrel. Better still, she’s the Matara to the best possible mates she could wish for in Clan Seot.

Yet desperation spurs someone to commit an unthinkable act. When Anrel is stolen in broad daylight, Shalia and her clan will do anything to get her back. The kidnapping sets Shalia in a direction she never anticipated going—and affects all the Mataras of Kalquor.

Contains BDSM and multiple partner situations.

Get it now from Amazon, Amazon UK (coming soon), Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords. Also available in print.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

WIP Wednesday - To Protect and Service: Righteous Fury

              Kimi left the gym, exhausted but her head clearer. Maybe she’d have an hour or two where the endorphins would keep her from wanting to commit mayhem on some poor, unsuspecting schmuck. Certainly they would last long enough for her to get home.
              She was halfway across the parking lot to her bike when her cellphone rang. Kimi plucked it out of the open side pocket of her gym bag. The number came up Unidentified. Her heart slammed into overdrive.
              “Hello, my darling. How are you?”
              Laaruu’s insinuating purr raised every hair on Kimi’s body and slammed her to a halt. The clarity she’d gained from pounding the hell out of the punching bag disappeared in a swirl of chaotic feelings.
              Her first instinct was that she needed a drink. So much for turning over a new leaf in record time.
              She took a deep breath to calm her pounding heart. “How am I? Do you really give a fuck?”
              She heard the laughter in his voice. “Believe it or not, I do. Are you at least sober?”
              “What, you haven’t been keeping tabs on me?”
              “Maybe I have. Maybe not. It would be nice to establish some trust if you are to come with me.”
              Kimi started for her bike again, scowling in all directions in case he could see her. “Yeah, well, I’m not so sure that can happen. The trip, I mean. I could give a hot, holy fuck if you trust me.”
              “Are you saying you don’t wish to join me in my cause against Hanos? The enemy of the women of your planet who only want to live their lives and not be forced into a brutal servitude?”
              “The same kind of servitude you offer me?”
              “You know it’s not the same thing. Not by a longshot.” Laaruu’s voice was a seductive purr.
              Kimi tried to think straight, tried to think with her head and not her twat. Unfortunately, her pussy had begun throbbing with eager want the moment she’d heard his voice on the phone. Remembering the ways he’d fucked her, the way he’d made her come over and over—damn it, she’d cut off a tit to feel him inside her again. Even in her ass.
              She had to admit—at least to herself—that she wanted Laaruu almost as much as she wanted to find Raven and maybe help those women who had already been abducted.
              She reached her bike. Hung her head. Admitted the unavoidable truth. “I want to go with you.”
              Kimi hated how much she basked in the pleasure of his approval. “Excellent. I’ll come right over with a contract for you to sign.”
              Kimi froze. “A contract? Seriously?”
              “Absolutely. You must agree to be my slave in a preserved record. It’s the law on Paatuun.”

No release date set.