Monday, February 29, 2016
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 10: Alien Hostage
Tasha
eyed her surroundings as she stood on the open platform near the top of a
blue-leafed tree. The foliage was thick due to the late spring growth,
shielding the wood-planked deck from any curious eyes that might be around. And
yet she felt watched by avid eyes.
She
took in the platform itself. It boasted little, but enough for her to know it
had recently been used. Cushions as long as her body made from furred animal
hides lay scattered about. Depressions in their centers spoke of someone – or
something – making use of them at some point.
Tasha
inhaled deeply. She smelled the wood of the tree itself, of the deck beneath
her bare feet. The leaves had a dusty yet distantly sweet fragrance, much as dried
flowers might carry. There was her own light fragrance, a spritz of perfume
that wafted from her body. Then there was another scent, something musky and
spicy, with a hint of cinnamon...
She
backed toward the trunk of the tree, where the improbable rough spiral
staircase wound about its thick circumference. She had padded up its circular
path less than a minute before, curiosity about what she’d find driving her
forward. Now, feeling those unseen eyes upon her, she headed back that way,
trying not to think of the dizzying height that she must descend to reach the
ground.
Tasha
turned as she neared the trunk, reaching toward the flimsy-looking railing that
wound in tandem with the steps anchored in the massive tree. Her hand froze in
midair as her gaze locked with that of a man standing a couple of steps down.
He was
big, his naked torso made of granite muscle. Tasha’s breath caught to see the
powerful swells beneath mocha-brown skin. Her gaze skittered down to the tan
animal hide tied about his waist, revealing legs as strong as his upper body.
His waist-length black hair drifted loose in the breeze, waving like lazy
tendrils of fire. His purple, cat-pupiled eyes were narrowed as he looked at
her, as if he could drill into her soul with his very gaze. He had sensual lips
in defiance of the carved masculinity of his face, and they curled in a knowing
smile.
Tasha
took a step back from that ruthless leer. Her legs felt weak all of the sudden.
The alien man drained strength from her with the power of that unblinking
stare.
In
response to her retreat, he advanced another step, growing taller. His eyes
were now at least three inches higher than hers now. He kept climbing, looming
bigger. Then he was on the deck with Tasha, towering over her.
Movement
behind him alerted her to the second man on the steps. Tasha took another step
back, realizing she didn’t have much room to retreat to. She was going to run
out of platform soon.
The
first man’s companion mounted the deck and came around to stand at his side.
This one was slighter but no less impressive. His dark face was long. The
features would have been haughty had it not been for the warmth in his eyes ...
and lust curling his lips. His shaggy hair brushed his wide shoulders, tousled
locks that shone blue-black in the dappled light. He also wore a skin loincloth
knotted low about his hips.
And yet
a third man appeared. He held Tasha’s gaze more rapt than the first two. Her
mouth went dry to see the heavy, brutal brow and the downward scar that started
at one corner of his lips, making him seem to scowl fiercely even though she
saw a definite smile on his face.
It was
one of many scars which covered his masculine body. He was built just slightly
less bulky than the first man who’d gained the platform, and the jagged marks
emphasized many of the curves of muscled flesh. Tasha’s gut squeezed tight as
she eyed the brute, a savage-looking creature who seemed born to fight and take
what he wanted.
“A
Matara has entered our territory,” the first man said. He spoke slowly, as if
relishing every word. His low, deep voice struck a chord in Tasha’s body. She
shivered.
The
scarred beast lifted his face, his wide nose flaring as he inhaled. “She is
ripe for breeding,” he rumbled.
Tasha’s
weakened knees shook even harder. It took all she had to not collapse to the
planking.
The
slightest member of the group’s eager smile grew wider still. “Then let us take
her.”
Release date not set.
Monday, February 22, 2016
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
WIP Wednesday – Portals to Risnar: Book 1
Jeannie Gardner blinked at her
brightly-lit surroundings as enveloping warmth thawed the cold that had begun
to penetrate deep into her flesh.
There were more of the striped
animal-men like the pair that had taken her prisoner inside the domed building
that made her think of a telescope observatory. Except the dome overhead was
made of curved triangles of clear glass that showed the large blue planet that
hung in the heavens.
Podium-like structures made of
the same metallic material of the dome’s shell circled the center of the room.
Along the curved walls were screens that displayed strange symbols – possibly
an alien language, she reasoned; along with one that showed an overhead shot of
what was obviously a landscape. There were also screens that were blank.
After three weeks outside of the
alien laboratories – to the best of her calculations, it had been three weeks
now – she’d grown used to that bizarre sky with its blue planet that watched
over her trials and travels. But the building she was in and the manimals that
occupied it ... those were different. Scary. Fascinating. Their rumbling but
sibilant speech sounded bizarre but it was not unpleasant.
Particularly the one that held
her close to his body that had started out as hard as steel and now felt every
bit as pliant as her flesh. He smelled like the outdoors, a nice, woodsy scent.
He looked down on her now, his pupils as shiny as brand-new nickels with
eight-pointed starburst pupils. His pointed ears moved, perking towards her as
if he waited for her to tell him something particularly clever.
If not for those weird eyes and
ears and the gold, brown, and white-striped skin, his face would be utterly
human. He looked like one of those cosplayers that went to comic book
conventions, a kind of tiger-zebra-superhero perhaps. Certainly his physique
ran in the hyper-masculine superhero direction.
Holy smokes, he was naked too.
Naked with no genitalia. Jeannie was relieved she wasn’t in danger of being
ravished by Super Alien Dude and his friend, but a small part of her mind
thought it a shame that such a stunning specimen had no equipment.
Release date not set.
Monday, February 15, 2016
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
WIP Wednesday – Portals to Risnar: Book 1
Kren and Arga drew up short,
close enough to reach out and touch. However, they made no move to make
contact. Instead Kren trained a light beam at it, bringing bright illumination
to spotlight the thing they’d caught. They stared at something they’d never
seen before.
It had a humanoid appearance,
similar to themselves. The being’s one-colored peach skin was apparently soft as
it was covered in scratches. Kren supposed the small injuries had come about
from the strange animal’s flight through the dense woods. Had it no armor?
Except for the triangle of pelt over its genital area and the mid-back length
of its hair, it showed no signs of protective covering at all.
His gaze kept going to that
fuzzy vee between her thighs when it wasn’t arrested by her rounded breasts
with the fascinating pink points. He’d never seen the creature’s like, but the
signs declared she wasn’t the only one.
Arga voiced the same thoughts.
“It is ready to nurse. Where is its offspring?”
Risnarish women only displayed
breasts when they were in the nursing stage of motherhood. This female was
similar enough to Kren’s people that he had to assume she had given birth
fairly recently. The full breasts, a newborn’s font of nutrition, had no other
reason to be present.
He muttered, “Good question. It
looks like it’s in season as well.”
Kren swallowed hard. Through the
kinky curls of the Tysu’s light-colored pelt, he could plainly see the cleft of
a female sex. It was just like that of the women he had bred with. Did this
thing have a mate nearby along with a baby?
So many questions for this
strange, cringing being. A sense of pity washed over him for the obvious fear
in her strange blue eyes ... eyes with round pupils. How was it possible that
something obviously not Risnarish could possess so many similarities to his
species?
Underlying Kren’s confusion was
the idea that the funny-looking female was pretty in a dainty, exotic fashion.
Fine-boned, too delicate, too defenseless when compared to the hardy creatures
of his planet ... but compelling with her heart-shaped face, wide sky-blue
eyes, and blatantly female exhibition.
Kren didn’t like that he found her
interesting beyond curiosity’s natural call. He didn’t like that he felt
compelled to touch her unstriped skin or that full flowing mane that looked
soft as the linens covering his bed at home. By the Universal Soul, what was wrong
with him?
Release date not set.
Monday, February 8, 2016
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
WIP Wednesday – Unnamed New Sci-Fi Series
Arga halted next to him. Without
looking at him, Kren knew the edges of his friend’s pointed ears grew more
cuplike as his had, seeking to capture any sound. In a whisper so low it might
have been an errant breeze, Arga asked, “Something?”
His voice just as low, Kren
said, “Listen. The nightflyers are silent. Something has spooked them. Whatever
is out there, it’s nearby.”
His skin automatically armored,
answering the instinct for protection. Malleable flesh was now as rock hard as
a hiser’s hide, protecting all vulnerable organs from harm. Laser shot or
projectile bursts could penetrate armored Risnarish skin, but blunt trauma and
even puncture wounds were deflected. If Kren was about to encounter a wild
animal, he was well protected.
Arga’s striped skin rippled as
he too armored. He took a deep breath and his eyes widened. “I smell something.
Not overwhelmingly awful, but not pleasant either.”
Kren caught a whiff of it as
well. The smell was sour, a little like tog milk that had been left out in the
sun. He exchanged at look with his partner. The recent rash of Tysu sightings
often included reports of smelling something strange. This certainly qualified.
He nodded to Arga. They went off
the path, following the scent through less densely packed foliage. Certainly
something could have moved through the area with little problem. He could still
make out patches of underbrush here and there in the remaining light from the
huge planet hanging in the night sky. As Kren noted broken twigs and disturbed
needles from the surrounding trees, he felt sure something had passed through.
Yes, the sour odor was
strengthening, growing bright in Kren’s nostrils. His mane stoodup straight on
his neck and spine. His hand sprouted a couple of extra fingers as he grabbed
the stunner wand on his belt. Had it been the telltale oily scent of a drone or
the dry husk smell of a Monsudan, he would have armed himself with his spray
shooter. This was no known enemy however. Probably some animal, sick or
infected.
Arga had his wand out too,
firmly gripping the telescoping rod with six fingers and a thumb. “That stink—”
he started to whisper.
He was interrupted by a
high-pitched cry, something that sounded similar to a small child’s wail. A
shrub a few steps away shivered – and a bipedal creature burst out from behind
it.
Kren had the impression of pale
flesh and long, whipping hair. Absurdly slender arms and legs flailed as the
creature ran deeper into the woods, crashing through the underbrush as it went.
The abrupt appearance of so bizarre an animal stopped him and Arga in their
tracks.
Arga yelled in his shock. “Shit!
Did you see that?”
Kren didn’t answer. His
momentary shock flew from him and he plunged into the woods after the Tysu. He
heard Arga’s thunderous tread behind him and the creature’s wild flight in
front. The two men raced after the off-putting smell and noise of the being
crashing through the underbrush.
Release date not set.
Monday, February 1, 2016
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