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November 25, 2015
WIP Wednesday – Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction
Gerald looked at me helplessly and I shrugged. I remembered now that the last time I saw Ashley, it had been three months ago. She’d been sitting in a park crying. Whatever had gone wrong then was apparently getting no better.
I called to her in the gentlest voice I could manage. “Mrs. Warner. Mrs. Warner? Ashley?”
My sister visibly fought for control. She pulled a tissue from her jeans pocket and dabbed at her eyes. She looked at me and reddened. “I am so sorry, Ms. Keith. Sir.”
Gerald smiled a little at the ‘sir’. “Just Gerald, ma’am.”
“What’s happened to get you so upset? What can I do to help?” I asked.
Ashley swallowed. “This past year has been awful. First my sister died. We’d been estranged. I can’t express the guilt I felt over that. And then – and then my husband contracted the Zoo Flu.”
My mouth dropped open. Ashley’s perfect parent-approved husband had been infected? Holy smokes.
I was in too much shock to react right away. It was Gerald who dropped to one knee next to my twin. “He survived?”
She nodded. “Ryan is a werebear now.”
Gerald patted her arm. “I’m very sorry. It’s a big blow when someone you love turns into one of us.”
Ashley’s head raised and her shoulders went back. In a firm tone she told us, “He’s alive, and that’s all that matters. I refused to divorce him, although everyone said I should. He’s a good man and a wonderful father.”
Whoa. The surprises just kept coming in faster and faster. I could well imagine my status-conscious parents being the ones to demand Ashley leave her husband. In fact, I could guarantee they had. And Miss Perfect and Obedient had refused them? Wow and wow again.
No release date set.
November 23, 2015
Shalia's Diary Monday Post
Katrina's problem. http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/
November 20, 2015
Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 3: Alien Conquest
Cassidy’s heart pounded. From far away, she heard herself say, “I should be punished for my wicked thoughts.”
The Nobek’s gaze on her darkened, and his expression sharpened to that of a predator. “‘Discipline, though sometimes harsh, keeps the conscience awake.’ I doubt that quote was meant for this particular situation. Still, it fits for our purposes, doesn’t it my pet?”
The hungry violence in his eyes kept Cassidy from speaking, but she managed a slight nod. Eager terror sent shockwaves of desire through her body as Lidon sat on the edge of the bed and grasped her tiny wrist in his huge hand. “Come here and accept your punishment.”
She bowed her head, hardly believing she was doing this as she crawled to him. She shivered as he stripped her of the underdress, leaving her naked. The vulnerability excited her.
I should feel shame for wanting this. I should, but I don’t.
Her newfound freedom to enjoy all the base urges she’d been denied made her dizzy. She thought she might faint.
Lidon tugged Cassidy to lie across his thighs. His erections poked her hip, letting her know his anticipation matched hers. He caressed her buttocks, his hand warm on the soft, trembling mounds.
“Such a gift, my love,” he whispered, the other hand settling between her shoulders, pinning her down. “You are more than I ever dared to hope for. A true treasure which I will always cherish.”
His palm struck her rump with a meaty smack. Cassidy jerked at the first strike, feeling the sting with acute sensitivity. Then the blows came with clockwork precision, warming her quickly, and she gasped with mingled pain and arousal. The heat of the spanking radiated throughout her nether regions, and she concentrated all her attention on the sweetness of the sensation.
Lidon’s thighs were slick beneath her as her juices flowed. He was meticulous with the discipline. He gave every inch of her bottom harsh attention, spreading the punishment evenly over her well-padded flesh. His big hand bore down on her again and again, and she smiled through her tears to be so well chastised.
The burning of Cassidy’s flesh made her writhe. Her hips jerked to meet his blows even as she wished the spanking to end so he might fill the aching emptiness of her womb. She’d never known pain could spark such pleasure.
“Shall I stop?” Lidon asked, not pausing with the delicious torment.
He was giving Cassidy control to direct him. He was hers to command, though she wasn’t inclined to rule him. No, in sexual matters she preferred the clan’s domination. Their confident strength had seduced her in the end along with her inability to deny their wants. She wanted them to continue to be strong for her. She had no desire to dictate to Lidon, no orders to issue.
Except…
“Do as you wish,” she sobbed, her backside roasting from his attentions. “Take all you want, whatever you want.”
The spanking ended immediately. “On the bed. On all fours,” the Nobek demanded. She clambered off his lap, eager to do all he would command. “Ass towards me.”
Cassidy obeyed, her insides nearly melting to feel him behind her, probing her orifices with hard, eager flesh. He slid inside her, the larger organ spearing her tighter passage. Her groan of welcome mingled with his animal snarl.
Lidon took her hard and fast, his groin slapping against her sore backside. Her heavy breasts swung like pendulums from the strength of his taking. She panted, the orgasm coming at her at headlong speed. The Nobek grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. He owned her. He owned her because Cassidy said he could. Belonging to Lidon made everything wondrous, even this violent taking.
The Nobek’s bestial grunts and growls filled the air as he thudded hard against her, all control thrown aside. Whatever civilization Lidon had ever known was consumed by the purest of animal urges. An ancient instinct took Cassidy over too, and she surrendered to the primal need of her mate without coherent thought.
Climax swallowed her with wide-open jaws. She screamed as it ripped through her belly, and Lidon answered her with a roar. His fist tightened painfully in her hair for an instant, and he slammed against her, his sexes battering rams in her quaking flesh. Then the tension fled from his body. The Nobek leaned over to cover her, his fingers trailing gently through her tresses, exposing her neck for light kisses.
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November 19, 2015
November 18, 2015
WIP Wednesday – Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction
Gerald’s ears swiveled in that cat way. He moved away from my desk and looked out into the hallway. His ears perked with interest. I love watching him do that.
His tone was careful. “I think you have a visitor. You might want to make yourself as presentable as possible, Patricia.”
Now my ears were perking. Two sets of footsteps in the hall, both making the telltale sounds of women’s heels. Giving Gerald a quizzical look, I put away my emptied bottle of BP. It clinked against two other bottles in the trash can that hid behind my desk. With Gerald’s warning use of my predecessor’s name, I made sure I was steady to keep glamour in place.
Wendy breezed in, her attitude all professional except for her slightly wider than usual eyes. She was followed in by another woman. “Um, Ms. Keith, this lady wishes to speak to you. I know she doesn’t have an appointment, but, well—”
I knew my eyes were wide as well as I slowly rose to my feet. I clung to my glamour like a life preserver as I looked the visitor over. For a moment I came close to diving behind the desk. The first thing my stunned mind jabbered was, not like this, she can’t see me like this, not as a vampire.
Except for eyes of blue, the face looking back at me might have appeared in my mirror while I was alive. It was my twin sister Ashley.
After a split second that felt like it lasted a lifetime, I remembered she’d never recognize me in a million years. I was in Patricia Keith’s body. As far as Ashley knew, I was eight months dead, long gone to wherever it was that most of the dearly departed end up. She had no idea I’d been earthbound as a ghost. She most certainly didn’t know that I occupied a vampire’s body.
No release date set.
November 16, 2015
Shalia's Diary Monday Post
Kind words and unwanted messages. http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/
November 13, 2015
Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 2: Alien Rule
“Why won’t you let me be nice to you?” Clajak’s quiet voice came from above her. His fingers stroked up the inside of her thigh. Jessica stiffened, but she didn’t resist for fear he’d punish her again. “Let me be nice to you, Jessica.” His fingers brushed against her sex. She shuddered.
“You’re soaking wet,” he said, his voice surprised. “I have heard of women like you who appreciate discipline, but I didn’t know Earthers were capable of it. My sweet, it’s as if you were born to tempt me.”
“I hate you,” Jessica said, her voice weak.
“I know. I’m sorry you feel that way.” Clajak’s tone was still soft, and he picked her up and cuddled her against his chest. He lifted her tearful face to kiss her mouth deeply.
Such tenderness after the harsh discipline fed her already heightened senses, and the low rumblings of desire exploded into an almost desperate need. Jessica moaned into Clajak’s mouth and rubbed against him. He responded with a growl and yanked her thong off, leaving her naked in his lap. His hands went all over her, and she was on her back beneath him once more.
His hands worked between them, fighting to free his sexes from his formsuit as he continued to kiss Jessica. His mouth on hers was frantic now. His cocks leapt free of his pants, and he pressed against her with desperation. Her body opened to him, their combined wetness helping him to bury himself in her with one thrust. Jessica grunted at the heady combination of the pleasure and pain the sudden filling of her womb and backside incited.
Clajak held nothing back, his hips jackhammering against her. The sound of his groin pounding against hers was similar to how it had sounded when he spanked her. It hurt wonderfully, this furious taking, and Jessica screamed in a high, thin voice. She clung to the slick fabric of his formsuit, gathering fistfuls of the stretchy material on his chest.
Clajak’s head reared about, and he roared as his rhythm faltered, his fangs extended. Jessica gasped as a drop of intoxicant escaped one needle fang, falling on her cheek. The prince’s head came down, and he buried his teeth in her neck. Jessica shrieked at the momentary pain. Her body clenched in orgasm.
Clajak screamed against her neck as climax took him. His teeth remained embedded, and Jessica felt euphoria spread throughout her body as he rutted against her. She rode waves of bliss from the orgasm and the intoxicant he pumped into her body. Every moment was sweeter than the last, and her sighs came so continuously she almost hummed.
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November 12, 2015
November 11, 2015
WIP Wednesday – Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction
Maybe I looked as scared as I felt. Or maybe, just maybe, Tristan’s regret was an honest thing. At any rate, his set expression softened to one that I don’t think I’ve ever seen on a vampire’s face, especially one as strong as Tristan. That compelling but cold visage took on the mood of a man who felt lost. Pained yearning creased the area between his eyebrows. It was the look of a man who had held all he’d ever wanted for a brief moment only to see it shatter in his hands.
His usually smooth and unruffled voice sounded husky. “I’ve not handled us well.”
For a wonder, I didn’t sound hurt, just accepting. “No. But I suppose no one should expect you to. Patricia meant more to you than anyone else, didn’t she? Even me.”
I saw an apology in the slight smile that twitched the corners of his lips. “I was her older brother. I took care of her because she was so sickly in life. Then I was a father of sorts since I brought her over. As a vampire, her body was at last as strong as her will and her vision for what we could accomplish.” He laughed a little, a tight sound. “My sister, my child, my equal. How can that be replaced?”
“It can’t.” That was the truth of it. I was a poor copy, a meaningless substitute. I knew it and accepted it. With all that had been between them, no love Tristan had ever entertained for me could have held a candle to Patricia.
Can a broken heart keep shattering? It must be possible, because I know I heard Tristan’s doing so all over again. He said, “There is such a hole in my life now. The lamia didn’t take just Patricia’s soul – it took half of mine as well.”
I would have traded places with his sister in an instant to erase that devastated look from his pale face. “I’m sorry, Tristan. I could have saved her if I hadn’t panicked.”
He shook his head. “And then so many more would have died. No, Patricia would have been fine sacrificing herself so that others could be saved. She was that kind of person.”
As if he’d talked himself out of mourning, Tristan straightened, pulling his shoulders back manfully, as a gentleman from his time would have been taught to do. My brief access to his grief was over. Now I got to see him pull himself up by his own bootstraps. It was so very Tristan of him.
His voice steady again, Tristan spoke with force. “You have nothing to apologize for, Brandilynn. Not one damned thing. You’ve handled what happened with grace while I’ve left you out in the cold. It stops now, though.”
Yeah right. He’d made that false start once before. I hate to be cynical, especially given who Tristan lost, but I wasn’t setting myself up to be hurt all over again. “You can’t pretend the sight of me in this body doesn’t tear your heart apart.”
No release date set.
November 9, 2015
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