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Countdown to Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction, Excerpt 1

For ghost Brandilynn Payson, there is no such thing as resting in peace. Trapped in a vampire’s body during the night much to the horror of those surrounding her ... particularly her former sweetheart Tristan ... she struggles to cope with an afterlife that keeps getting more complicated.


Even with her one true love Dan and werepanther Gerald helping her, Brandilynn struggles to find her way. As she deals with a body that desires more than just blood, Brandilynn must also come to terms with her former lovers triangle and the new unwanted one that has come about. Plus she must now face a member of her family who cast her aside.


Worse still, the town’s shifter population is disappearing without a trace. As if her afterlife isn’t crazy enough with personal failure and heartbreak, an unspeakable threat menaces Brandilynn’s friends and family.


Being a vampire is tough. Keeping those she loves alive is even tougher.


Contains elements of BDSM.  


Red hazed my vision. Anger dripped acid in my brain, melting any sanity that lived there. Hatred for my condition exploded from my non-beating heart until every fiber of my body quaked with it. I tore clods of soil from the ground, wanting to claw the world apart.
I saw movement at the corner of my eye. I sensed warmth, smelled life. Without thought, I launched myself at it, mouth gaping wide open.
Shifters are fast. Vampires are faster. Gerald had no time to reverse course or put up a defense.
I had him by the throat in less than a breath. My mouth filled with heat, the only heat I could feel in this body. The thick fluid spilling from the rent I’d torn in the werepanther’s flesh fairly sang against my tongue. All conscience fled as I drew on the man I’d toppled to the ground.
What does it feel like to feed on real live blood? The best way I could describe it would be the elation of Christmas morning, graduation, and your wedding day all rolled into one. It’s joy so incredible that it can’t be contained. 
My whole being warmed as I filled with that sweet elixir. My stolen heart thumped once, twice, and then pounded against my sternum. I drew breaths between swallows. I was alive again. Alive! And more alive than when I’d lived in my own body. I felt hyperaware of everything, particularly the man lying beneath me.
Patricia had been a long, lithe gal, elegantly slender without veering into skinny territory. With her body I draped lightly over the behemoth werepanther giving me a small taste of animation. My breasts, lovely teacup mounds, mashed against the concrete swells of Gerald’s heaving chest. The tops of my thighs cradled within his hips.
My pussy throbbed to life, as it always did when I attacked Gerald. Live blood made my entire being want to celebrate every possible sensation of warmth ... especially that of sex.
As I continued to suck hungrily at Gerald’s throat, I tore at his fly. He helped, shoving his jeans down as soon as he was able. His cock matched the rest of him: big and swollen. 
He was eager as always. Sometimes I thought he didn’t put up much of a fight on purpose. Not because he knew he’d lose, but because he wanted to lose. Gerald had suffered an unrequited love for Patricia when she was still with us. With no hope of winning her, he contented himself with being her bodyguard and protector. The man definitely had a knight-in-shining-armor complex when it came to his former charge.
Having sex with me in Patricia’s body was the closest he could come to being with his lost love. Plus sex with a feeding vampire was supposed to be as good for the victim as it is for the bloodsucker. At any rate, Gerald showed no hesitation when I ripped open the slacks and panties I wore and plunged down on his avid cock. His hips bucked upward, spearing deep into me.
My senses rioting, I came on the spot. My pussy clenched hard around the thickness within, pulling as hard on the flesh as my mouth did on Gerald’s throat. Now all was elation, 4th of July fireworks, and a New Year’s Eve celebration. 
Releasing January 29
DON'T FORGET! The first book of the Netherworld series Drop Dead Sexy is available in ebook format for 99 cents until February 1 at Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and All Romance.

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 6: Alien Redemption

“Very wet,” he proclaimed.  “I bet we can get you wetter.”

He sat on the edge of the table.  Conyod picked her up and settled her facedown across the long, sleekly muscled legs of his Dramok.  Rachel felt Erybet’s erections press against her hip.  He caressed her ass, his hands big and warm.  Strong.  A spanking from those hands would hurt.   Suddenly she was very tense and afraid.  But she was also churning out juices, practically gushing at the thought of the Dramok wearing her ass out.

What is wrong with me?

Erybet’s voice was breathy, but he sounded careful as well.  “Rachel, can you say the word sholt?”She licked her dry lips.  “Sholt.”

Conyod stroked her head and leaned down so he could look her in the eyes.  “Very good.  That is Kalquorian for ‘stop’.”

Erybet’s voice over her head was as warm as his hands.  “I have no intention of making you suffer, my sweet.  This spanking is only for play and our mutual pleasure.  If at any time you are uncomfortable, whether it be emotionally or physically, say sholt.  I will stop immediately.”

Conyod gave her an encouraging smile.  They were so careful with her.  They made her feel something she couldn’t claim too often:  safe.  She smiled back at the Imdiko and nodded.

He said, “Stay relaxed, Ray-Ray.  It hurts more if you tense up.”

She nodded again and concentrated on making herself soft and easy.  Erybet continued to caress her rump, tracing its curves with a delicate touch.  “So beautiful.  You’ll be watching her, Conyod?”

“Carefully.”

Erybet sighed.  One hand drifted from her butt up her spine, settling at the middle of her back.  It flattened out and pressed her against his thigh.  He was holding her down.  Keeping her still for his discipline.  Desire stabbed through Rachel’s pussy.  It was coming.

The hand still on her ass disappeared.  Then a meaty clap resounded through the room.  It took a moment before Rachel’s right ass cheek pulsed to life.  She jerked a little, her eyes widening. Warmth suffused where his hand still lay, and there were little darts of pain at the edges.  As discipline went, he’d been pretty gentle.

She relaxed.  Well, it wasn’t the mindblowing excitement she’d hoped for, nor the agony-filled torture she’d feared.  It was okay.  A little kinky, so it was kind of fun in a taboo sort of way.

Erybet’s hand lifted again.  Another clap, this one louder than the first.  Her left cheek suddenly blazed to life, the pain sharper this time.  She jumped, jerked her head up, met Conyod’s dark gaze with wide eyes.  He watched her intently, and Erybet paused again.

Rachel’s backside throbbed a little with her heartbeat.  It was warm.  So warm.  The heat tickled its way into her pussy, making something inside turn over.  This was better than just okay.  This was good.

Rachel closed her eyes.  She waited.  Erybet’s hand disappeared again.

Smack, smack, smack, smack!

The quick torrent of slaps crashed against her bottom, and she yelped in surprise.  Then burning bright agony swept over her ass, and she writhed.  Erybet’s hand kept her pinned down, making Rachel aware of his absolute control over her.  She had nowhere to go.  No way to escape, should he choose to ignore her plea for him to stop.  She was defenseless and completely at his mercy.

Devouring arousal tore through her guts.  Something inside took the pain and helplessness and turning it into need greater than she’d ever known before.  She gasped against the fiery heat spreading from her ass straight to her pussy.  Heaven and earth, something was really wrong with her, but she was getting off on the punishment.  She wanted more.

“Sholt, Rachel?”  Conyod’s voice seemed to come from a million miles away.

Sholt?  Was he kidding?  She wished she had learned the Kalquorian phrase for ‘keep it fucking coming’.

She thrust her hips up, begging for more of that heavy, exacting hand.  Erybet’s rumble was delighted.  “That is definitely not a request to stop.”  His fingers slid to bathe in the flow of her pussy.  “By the ancestors, she’s soaked.  You really did find us the perfect Matara, my Imdiko.  All right then, little one.  A good, firm round of discipline to make us all very happy.”

The thigh supporting hers moved so that her pelvis rested on it instead.  Conyod sat up and moved over to pillow her head on his leg.  Then Erybet gave her a real spanking, such as not even her parents had ever given her.

The air filled with sharp reports, sobbing gasps, and little squeals.  Rachel’s world narrowed to one of burning heat and piercing arousal.  She bucked and fought to break free, and the firm hand holding her down gave her no escape.

She did not say sholt.

Through the pain she became aware of how her jerks moved her clit against Erybet’s thigh.  Shocks of need fed the inferno of the spanking, and she rubbed hard against the muscled expanse.  She completely forgot about trying to get away from that pounding hand slapping her backside.  She had to come.  Groans interrupted her cries as she worked to find nirvana.

She got hotter and wetter by the moment.  Moaning, she braced her hands against the table between the support of Conyod and Erybet’s legs.  Her feet dug for purchase against the surface, trying to find some way to make better, stronger contact with the thigh holding her butt up for its punishment.  Her clit scraped against him, but she just couldn’t get the right angle to make the teasing orgasm hit.

Erybet rumbled something in Kalquorian, and Conyod answered.  The Dramok shifted his leg, removing the tantalizing pressure Rachel had been determined to get more of.  Before she could scream the protest that barreled up her throat, Conyod leaned over her.  His fingers groped down her lower belly, zeroing in on her mound.  She keened a desperate, wordless plea.  The next instant his fingers closed over the swollen nub.

The searing heat from Erybet’s spanking had reached a crescendo.  Rachel felt her total helplessness against the two men as they controlled her body, her ass, her clit.  Climax burst through her, shattering from the inside out.  She shrieked as if in hell rather than heaven as blinding white starbursts … one, two, three, four … rocketed through her.
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January 2016 Update

Happy New Year all. I hope your holidays were amazing and everyone has recovered by now. I don’t think I quite have, but life waits for no one. I’m trying to buckle down and move my ass to get some books out to you soon.
My time is extremely limited these days, so if you try to get in contact with me, expect a long wait. My son is now attending online school from home. He requires hands-on coaching, so a lot of my day is now wrapped around his classes. Between that and trying to get work done, I’m not going to be easy to reach. Please expect delays in replying to comments, emails, messages, etc. Thanks.


Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction -  At long last, this book is ready to be released. If all goes well, it will come out January 29. I’m thrilled to have Brandilynn back and keeping Fulton Falls interesting as only she can. Vampires, werepanthers, werewolves, and werebears, oh my! As always, Erin Dameron-Hill has created an exquisite cover for the book. If you haven’t tried out the Netherworld series yet, Netherworld I: Drop Dead Sexyis 99 cents as an e-book until the end of the month. Then it goes back to its original pricing of $3.99, so scoop it up while it lasts. It’s available at Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and All Romance.
Clans of Kalquor 10: Alien Hostage – The latest book is outlined and I’ve started on the first draft.  Tasha has pulled a few surprises on me already – I thought her twin Cissy was rebellious, but Tasha might have her beat. I am working towards finishing it in the spring, but no guarantees. The outline alone was the size of a novella. Crazy huge. I’ve nicknamed CoK10 ‘Big Nasty’.
Unnamed New Sci-Fi Romance – For the last few weeks I’ve been cooking up a whole new universe featuring exciting alien heroes with some interesting physical attributes. Start watching WIP Wednesdays in a couple of weeks to get a peek at what’s coming with a whole new world called Risnar. I’m in the earliest stages of writing the first book of this new series and I think you’re going to like it.
Shalia’s Diary – We’re getting close to Kalquor! With the ‘Pussy Porter only a couple of weeks away from the Empire’s border, look for enemies to escalate their attempts to cause havoc. Shalia’s about to find herself in a tight place with the last person in the universe she’d want to be with. I think you know who I’m talking about.
That’s it for now! Take care.

Weekend Wake-up Call – Netherworld III: Once Bitten Twice Dead

He flipped me over, setting me facedown on the seat again.  He crawled up behind me, and I felt his cock slide down the crack of my butt.  It stopped and settled on my anus.
"Here it comes," he growled.  And shoved.
I could have made it easy on myself.  I could have opened to him and felt only pleasure.  But something in me wanted to hurt.  Some dark, angry part of my heart demanded to be punished, and it clamped me down tight.
Dan's cock burrowed into my butt, sending profound pain all the way up my spine.  I screamed into the seat as the thick head bullied its way past the tight ring of muscle that guarded the entrance.  The agony was sharp and immediate.  And it went on as he bored his way deep into me until his balls slapped against my pussy.
I sobbed wildly, torment eating up my insides.  His cock was like a searing rod of heat ripping me in half.  Dan put his hand on my shoulder and waited, checking on me before we went on.  My answer was to rock a little forward, easing a bit of him out, before shoving back to engulf him completely again.  
He got the message.  He grabbed my hips hard and yanked back, nearly emptying me of his exquisitely painful cock.  Then he slammed it back in.  My head jerked up so I could scream the hurt and ecstasy to the sky outside the window.  He pulled out again.  Shoved in again.  Hard and fast, over and over, emptying me of everything but overwhelming agony and need.  Orgasm barreled through my guts once more, my body frantically climaxing as if to defend itself.
Dan grated out a scream between clenched teeth.  His cock throbbed in my butt as it filled me with his spunk.  He ground hard, pushing himself further in as he lost all control.  The renewed pain brought me again.  If I'd been alive, I think I would have lost consciousness.
We both sobbed with reaction as our bodies fell from the heights.  Dan fell over me, shuddering, his body hot and sweaty.  I lay wasted on the seat's vinyl, my butt throbbing in time with remembered pulse.  It was the most alive I've felt since I died.
After a time, Dan's chest stopped heaving against my back.  The sensation of my heart beating faded along with body heat.  My lover carefully disengaged from me, his prick sliding effortlessly from my bottom.  I kept the ache deep in my bowels, refusing to let that one remnant of our encounter go.
Dan sat on the seat behind me and patted my rear.  "Whew!  Baby girl, you are beyond amazing."
I slowly sat up, groaning a little when my butt met the seat.  He'd really worn my rear out.  I rolled onto one cheek so I could snuggle up to Dan, wishing the handcuffs away.  My arms circled his waist.  He kissed the top of my head as I burrowed into the hollow of his shoulder.
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Weekend Wake-up Call – Alien Interludes: An Improper Proposal

Lindsey moved her hand over her pussy, dipping into the well of moisture there.  Giving each spellbound man a heavy lidded look, she brought her honey-covered fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean of her salty flavor.  “Mmmm,” she moaned, as if she’d discovered the best chocolate cheesecake ever.
Bacoj moved the fastest, getting to her ahead of the other two.  She never even saw him twitch.  One moment he stood at the foot of the bed, the next his face was buried against her mound, his tongue shoving its way into her.  Lindsey’s lower body burst with heat as the cat-scratchy appendage penetrated her private flesh.  
Japohn was all over her breasts an instant later, his fangs distended as his head darted down in a rattlesnake strike.  The pleasure-pain of those long needle teeth sinking into the skin just above her areola made her cry out.  As his fangs pumped more intoxication into her body, his tongue rubbed her nipple, bringing it to a hard, hungry nub.  A calloused hand squeezed the other breast.
Vax’s face hovered over hers, his usually tender expression replaced by want.  He drifted down slowly, and Lindsey parted her lips for his kiss.  With all those eager mouths on her, she felt as if she was being consumed.  The three men fed on her, making her more of a feast than the gourmet dinner they’d been served in the Imperial Clan’s quarters.
Bacoj slid a finger into her, moving that wicked tongue of his to tease her clitoris.  He flicked the sensitive nub with the very tip while thrusting the finger, then two, deep into her channel.  Lindsey’s hips jerked uncontrollably in reaction to his knowing touch.
“Stay still, Lindsey,” he growled at her, then pushed a wetted finger from his other hand into the tighter sleeve of her anus.  His tongue swirled over her clit, and she cried out, thrusting her hips harder than before.
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