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March 2016 Update

Shalia’s Diary – During the merry month of March, Shalia continues to deal with her least favorite trainer Resan as matters on the transport go from bad to worse.
In other Shalia news, I am considering putting the next storyline (which would be Book 8) in book form and selling it BEFORE posting it on the blog. However, it will be more expensive than usual for me to do it this way. To get Book 8 in advance of the blog, the ebook will cost $2.99 U.S. It will be posted in serial form as usual on the blog for free. Once all entries for that storyline are up, the ebook will be reduced to the usual 99 cents. This is my potential response to all of you who have told me you’d gladly pay for the entire storyline up front rather than wait. Let me know in the comments how you feel about this option, as I have not made a final decision yet.  

Clans of Kalquor 10: Alien Hostage – I have been working diligently on the next CoK book. I am three-quarters finished with the first draft of Alien Hostage, due out mid to late April for North American ebook readers. In this one, Tasha Salter (Cissy’s twin from Alien Indiscretions) is kidnapped by the Basma’s henchmen. Tasha learns the Basma is set to begin his attack on those loyal to the Empire. Her only hope for rescue in time to warn Kalquor lies with the most unlikely of allies: the Basma’s own son Falinset and his clanmates Nur and Wekniz. 

Portals to Risnar – As many of you know from the excerpts posted on WIP Wednesdays, I have begun work on the first book of a new sci-fi series. Portals to Risnar is shaping up to be more romance than erotica. There will be a hot and heavy scene or two, but not on the level of Clans of Kalquor or my other works.
The overall premise of PtR is that victims of alien abduction in our present day world are being taken to a planet called Risnar by a race called the Monsuda. Abductees are subjected to experimentation and then sent back to Earth until recalled for more experiments. In the first book (still untitled), a young woman named Jeannie escapes the Monsudans. She is discovered by other beings on the planet, a couple of hunky Risnarish men. One of the men in particular, Kren Zvanhahz Bolep, is attracted to the exotic Earthling. Unfortunately, the language barrier keeps them from communicating properly. All Kren knows for sure is that Jeannie emerged from a Monsudan hive laboratory – and if she’s judged to be the creation of his people’s greatest enemy, she will have to be destroyed.
Here for your amusement is Jeannie’s first impressions of her new Risnarish friends from the unedited WIP:
              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.               The half dozen other manimals – she kept thinking of them as that with the stripes they wore – converged on the one holding her. Their nickel eyes were wide as they jabbered excitedly. They were various hues of browns, golds, whites, blacks, and even greens. All striped. All with ears that sat on either side of their heads but higher than where a human’s ears protruded from the skull. The ears were mostly pointed, reminding Jeannie of foxes, but they changed shape slightly too, sometimes scooping like cups, as if to catch every sound coming from whatever direction they pointed.               And they were naked. Though they looked masculine, not a one of them possessed even the most vestigial hint of a sex.
Don’t worry about the lack of genitalia, my friends. Risnarish men have all their important parts, along with a few other surprises.
There is no release date for the first book yet. My agent wants to shop it around to various publishers when it’s finished, which will probably be in the summer.

Speaking of publishers, I am delighted to announce I have signed a contract with Totally Bound Publishing. I look forward to working with this wonderful bunch of people. Totally Bound has one of the best reputations in the erotic/romance publishing industry, and I’m in amazing company with superb authors. More details will come as news develops.

It’s my son’s birthday weekend. He’s discovered monster trucks, so I am off to ear-splitting, mud-splattering, big-wheeled fun today. Everyone have a great weekend!

Weekend Wake-up Call –Sister Katherine

He knelt between her legs, much as Simdow had.  However, the Nobek propped her ankles on his shoulders, making her toes point at the ceiling.  He entered her carefully, slowly, his expression telling Katherine he relished every moment of it.  For her part, Katherine found the slow, creeping invasion enthralling.  She felt every delicious inch of him press into her sex and anus.  The awareness made her tremble all over.  She’d never been so intensely conscious of anything happening to her body before.
When Miv’s body met hers, he stopped and looked at where they joined.  He took a deep, shuddering breath.  “My Matara,” he whispered.  “We are one.”
Katherine saw how much it meant to him.  This was beyond sex, beyond fulfilling a lustful mating urge for Miv.  His expression was rapturous, as if he witnessed a miracle.  Perhaps for a Kalquorian who’d been seldom graced with the presence of females, it was a true blessing.
A civilization, on the brink of disappearing.  No wonder they were so desperate.  Wouldn’t Earth have been, in their place?
She knew it to be true.  The Church would not have argued against sullying the pure Earther created in the image of God.  Had their situations been reversed, they too would have decided abduction of breed stock to be excusable.  Anyone would.
That realization more than any other made Katherine smile at Miv and accept him and the others fully.  Without any hesitation, she said, “Yes, my Nobek.  We are one.”
He swallowed and closed his eyes.  “Thank you, my Katherine.”
She was moved by how deliberate his lovemaking was.  Miv kept her calves clasped tight to his chest as his hips swung back and forth, slipping in and out with measured thrusts.  This huge, scarred, brutal-looking man proved the tenderest of them all.  Nothing of his primal nature showed as he took his unhurried pleasure with Katherine.  For her part, she reveled in the lingering climb to passion.   They might have had forever to sate their desire from the way Miv took such delicate care of her.  
Just because he chose to be gentle did not mean Miv eschewed being demanding.  Even as he rocked slowly against Katherine, his fingers found her clitoris.  At first he drew circles around it with a light, barely-there touch.  Tiny splinters of arousal sank into that sensitive flesh until she wriggled in a desperate attempt to force contact.  Miv only chuckled.  But when she reached for his hand, he gave her a frown that froze her in place.
“Perhaps my Dramok or Imdiko will restrain our eager Matara?  She wishes to take what I am not ready for her to have quite yet.”
Both men converged on Katherine, each one grasping a dainty wrist and pinning her arms to the bed.  She stared up at them, surprised.  
“Much better,” Miv said.  His hips continued to sway, his fingers to tease.  The one brown arm held her legs prisoner against his body.  With Simdow and Vadef restraining her arms, she had no way to move.
Somehow, being so helpless made everything Miv did more compelling.  Katherine’s arousal leapt stronger than ever, and she strained against the men.  They held her effortlessly, compounding the effect.
She panted, every breath ending in a little cry as Miv swung his hips back and forth and his fingers endlessly circled.  The Nobek watched as she suffered with pleasure, his eyes half-lidded and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.  The more she tried to squirm, the louder her moans, the more satisfied he became.  Katherine realized he liked being in control of her.  He liked seeing her strain to meet him, to watch her agonize over the thrills he gave and denied.
Most shocking of all, she liked it too.

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WIP Wednesday – Portals to Risnar : Book 1

                The half dozen other manimals – she kept thinking of them as that with the stripes they wore – converged on the one holding her. Their nickel eyes were wide as they jabbered excitedly. They were various hues of browns, golds, whites, blacks, and even greens. All striped. All with ears that sat on either side of their heads but higher than where a human’s ears protruded from the skull. The ears were mostly pointed, reminding Jeannie of foxes, but they changed shape slightly too, sometimes scooping like cups, as if to catch every sound coming from whatever direction they pointed.                 The creature holding her squeezed her a little. She looked at him, and he smiled down at her. He said something, his voice soothing. His body was strong but not hard like it had been when he’d first grabbed her. Human-like, with pliable skin. When she’d banged her fists against his chest, he’d been like a wall of concrete. How was that possible?                The one who had helped catch her patted her head and also spoke in gentle tones. The others began petting her too, speaking quietly, as if to soothe. It was as if they thought her some little stray puppy they’d found.                Could that be it? Did they think her some sort of animal, something exotic? They acted more inclined to be nice than not, even if she was bound up in some sort of strange, flexible strap that wound from her chest to her knees.                Great. With my luck they’ll put me in a zoo and charge admission.                Still, it was better than being food. Or a lab experiment. Maybe these funny looking fellows would even help her if they realized she was an intelligent being. Maybe they would help her get back home.                She knew nothing of these – whatever they were. Maybe if she let them know she was a thinking as they were, they would go crazy with superstitious terror and kill her on the spot. But she was caught and not in North Carolina anymore. Jeannie wasn’t even on Earth. She’d have to take a chance.                She’d been brave these last few weeks, braver than she’d ever known a person could be. Yet it still took every last mote of courage left to her to open her mouth and speak to her captors who continued to pet and chatter to her in voices pitched for a child.                The one who held her caught his breath and winced. His ears folded in on themselves, much as they had before when she’d screamed. They sprang open when she spoke instead.                Enunciating carefully even though she knew it couldn’t possibly help them understand her, she said, “Hello. My name is Jeannie.
Release date not set.

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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Conviction

                Wynhod’s raspy tongue stroked Krijero’s, urging it to twine in a sinuous dance.  The kiss alone would have been enough to excite the Imdiko’s senses.  Wynhod kissed like pure erotic desire, the taste of him wild and delicious.  Krijero sucked on his tongue, drawing it in so he could have more of that flavor.                Meanwhile the Nobek continued to tweak, tug, and caress Krijero’s sensitive nipples, sending fiery darts of pleasure down into his gut where Gelan’s hands ceaselessly stroked him.  Krijero kept fighting the urge to shove into those rough, calloused hands faster as desire spiked with increasing frequency.  He was under orders to do only what he was told, which meant no moving unless given permission.  He’d learned in one of his earliest encounters with the pair that disobedience meant instant punishment.  Not that discipline was such a bad thing in Krijero’s book.  However, the memory of lying naked over Wynhod’s lap for a hard-handed spanking followed by standing for an hour facing a corner of their sleeping room still had the power to humiliate him.  At his age, being treated like a naughty child had not been fun in the least.                What was happening right now, however, was a lot of fun.  Krijero just had to keep obeying Gelan and Wynhod for it to continue.                  “I need to be inside your ass,” the Dramok sighed in his ear.  “Out of the way, Wynhod.”                The Nobek narrowed his eyes at his clanmate but obligingly stepped aside.  Gelan tugged on Krijero’s dicks, urging him forward.                “That’s it, Imdiko.  Go to the edge and lean over it.  Spread your legs for me.”                Krijero waded through the water that came up just below his ass cheeks.  The edge of the basin stood right at his waist, so it was an easy matter to bend over it as Gelan wanted.  He opened his stance wide, terribly aware of how he offered himself for the Dramok’s use.                “You can use your hands to brace yourself.  Otherwise, you are to remain still and accept my cock.”                Krijero stretched his arms over his head, feeling the cool stone floor beneath his hands.  Gelan continued to pump his dicks in his tight fists, making everything coil within.  A little harder and faster, along with the Dramok’s length rubbing that sweet spot inside his ass, and Krijero would come.  Anticipation made his pricks throb.                “Good boy,” Gelan said.  The approval made Krijero smile.                He felt the slick, hot prod of velvet-covered iron touch the bud of his ass.  Krijero opened for the invasion, and Gelan slid inside with a sigh.  “Fuck, yes,” the Dramok said.                He moved in and out, matching the rhythm with that of his hands that continued to masturbate Krijero.  The Imdiko couldn’t withhold a groan.  As always, Gelan had unerringly found his prostate, gliding friction against it fit to make his toes curl.  It was too slow and careful to make him come however.  The Dramok was drawing pleasure out for himself and driving Krijero crazy in the meantime.                Gelan gave a sudden jerk, and his hands tightened on Krijero’s cocks.  “Son of a ... what the hell do you think you’re doing?” the clan leader said.                Krijero disobeyed the order to remain still by looking over his shoulder.  Fortunately, Gelan wasn’t looking at him.  He stared over his shoulder at the smugly smiling Wynhod, who stood right behind him.                The Nobek leered at his Dramok.  “Just keep doing what you’re doing.  Meanwhile, I’ll do you.”                Gelan jerked again as if trying to buck Wynhod off his back, nearly dislodging himself from Krijero’s asshole.  “Get off me.”                “Make me.”                The two men showed fangs at each other.  Krijero watched them wide-eyed.  He waited for Gelan to pull all the way out of him, to turn around and show Wynhod who was boss.                Instead, the Dramok calmed and gave Wynhod a grin full of threatening promise.  “I’m entirely too comfortable with my cock up this Imdiko’s ass to stop now.  You have your fun but know you’ll pay for it.”                “I have no doubt of that.”  Wynhod returned the smile.  “And I look forward to it.”                “Bastard.”  Gelan kissed his clanmate.                Krijero turned his head forward again, though he would have enjoyed watching the two men with each other.  For Gelan to give up domination over his Nobek so easily seemed to once more indicate a mixed-breed status at the very least.                  No, Krijero would never let on he thought Gelan wasn’t a pure Dramok, that he might even be more Nobek than not.  Not when Gelan and Wynhod were so obviously right for one another.  They belonged together.  Krijero knew that and smiled a little to know at least two men would have something special for the rest of their lives.                Gelan pushed deep into him, once more fucking him and rubbing his cocks.  The Imdiko moaned as he found exciting contact with that hot spot.  After a couple of strokes, the power behind them grew stronger.  Strong enough that it lifted him to his toes and made the water slosh about his groin.  He grunted with the force.  Gelan’s cock hit his prostate hard, and the only reason Krijero didn’t scream with the gorgeous bliss was because he suddenly couldn’t breathe.  His palms slapped the floor hard in reaction.                “Like that?” Gelan gasped.  “You’ve got us both, Imdiko.  Wynhod’s fucking you too, through me.  Two of us, at once.”                Despite Gelan’s command to be still, Krijero couldn’t have obeyed if his life depended on it.  The thrusts were hard and demanding, sending waves of ecstasy roiling from the base of his spine up into his skull.  Meanwhile, Gelan’s hands pumped his cocks, making pleasure pool heavily at their bases, thudding in time to his quickening heartbeat.  The Dramok’s breathing was like a hurricane in Krijero’s ear.  Gelan and Wynhod were driving him harder and harder, shoving him right off his feet.  His legs kicked wildly, splashing the steaming water all around them.  Krijero clawed at the smooth rock floor, every breath ending in desperate cries, each one more beseeching than the last.                Boiling heat slid into Krijero’s secondary cock, where it poured and poured until he thought it might burst.  Gelan masturbated him mercilessly, his grip tight and insistent.  The burning elation overflowed into the Imdiko’s larger prick.  He was coming.                A thick, molten trail flowed into Krijero’s main cock, traveling up the swollen length in a rush.  His entire body stiffened, bracing for the coming cataclysm.  Heat flushed throughout the Imdiko, the last thing he knew before everything went blinding white.
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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.

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