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Shalia's Diary Book 6 Now Available

 It's out! The latest complete storyline of Shalia's Diary is now at your friendly e-book retailer. Except not-so-friendly Nook, which always takes a few more days to land. I'll update as soon as Shalia 6 gets to B&N.




Still recovering from her abduction, Shalia feels safer avoiding shore leave. Yet trouble still finds her. After her friend Candy is infected with a bio-weapon that transforms her into a monstrous warrior, Shalia begins having strange dreams and blackouts, leading to the discovery that she is infected herself.
Shalia becomes an enemy to the ship, her friends and lovers, and her own unborn child. When she discovers she cannot fend off an unstoppable entity determined to purify the universe, she must make a choice: become a soulless killer or sacrifice herself to save everyone else. 
Read the whole diary for free at http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/, or pick up the copy with the too-tasty cover by Erin Dameron-Hill at Amazon, Amazon UK, Smashwords, and All Romance. Also available in print.

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Conviction (M/M/M)

The Imdiko felt so crazed with erotic need that he at first failed to note the sensation of something gently stroking over his back, ass, thighs, belly, and chest.  It whispered compared to the deafening clamor of the other things happening to him.
Panting, making noises that sounded suspiciously like whimpers, Krijero finally detected the barely-there touch.  He looked to see what was happening to him now.
Wynhod looked at him over his shoulder as he dragged a looped leather strap over Krijero’s skin.  The Imdiko went very still despite his rioting senses.  He’d completely forgotten Wynhod’s intention to beat his ass.
“No,” he moaned, remembering in his desperation how to beg for mercy.  “I can’t, no more, I really, really can’t—” 
“Hush,” the Nobek said, his tone almost gentle.  “I’ve been looking forward to this for months.  Are you really going to let me get you in this position and then try to convince me to stop?”
Gelan weighed in.  “You did tell us your body was ours for the night.”
Krijero made a strangled noise deep in his throat.  The strap ran down his abdomen to caress his cocks.  They jerked as climax swelled in his groin only to be washed back unrealized.  He yanked desperately at the straps around his wrists.
“Easy.  Don’t hurt yourself.  That’s my job.”  Wynhod chuckled and drew back.
The first strike on Krijero’s ass was almost tender, barely stinging his buttocks.  The Imdiko, keyed up to the breaking point, jerked anyway.  The action once more made the butt plug jab deep, sending ripples of harsh elation through his body.  He opened his mouth wide to howl.
Gelan pushed something into Krijero’s mouth.  The Imdiko abruptly found himself unable to close his jaw.  Gelan had placed a mouth jack over his teeth, made to keep him from biting down.  The stiff mold held his mouth wide open.  A plate covered his palate, rendering his fangs incapable of unhinging.
Wynhod’s strap splashed across the Imdiko’s ass again, this time harder.  Krijero cringed from the burning sting and more erotic ecstasy drove through his loins.  He shrieked from the wild swirl of pain and pleasure.  Release fought to escape and failed once again.  
Gelan stood on the sleeping mat and opened the crotch of his pants.  One hand seized the back of Krijero’s head.  With the other, the Dramok guided his glistening penis to the Imdiko’s braced mouth.  The sharp-sweetish flavor of Gelan’s cock glided over the Imdiko’s tongue.
Wynhod’s strap fell faster and harder, sending Krijero’s ass into paroxysms of delighted agony.  Meanwhile, Gelan fucked his mouth, sending his hot, pulsing cock into the psych’s throat while the second one rubbed up and down his chin.  Krijero instinctively swallowed to take the length without choking, his screams muffled when he could draw breath to utter them.
It was a maelstrom of torturous rapture, the likes of which the Imdiko had never known in all his forays in the pleasure clubs.  Bliss and misery combined to drive him out of his mind with craving.  Gelan’s delicious cock slipped in and out.  The Dramok gasped as he fucked Krijero’s mouth, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure.  His prick was so hot, the veins pulsing hard and fast.  Had Krijero not been so consumed with his own needs, he would have enjoyed serving Gelan’s, making the big man groan and his juices flow.  However, being at Gelan’s service only heightened the Imdiko’s desperate want, increasing his carnal agony.
The warm sleeve on his cock continued to stroke his eager flesh with its unmerciful soft grip.  Added to the constant rubbing of the cum spot deep in his ass, lust coiled violently tight in Krijero’s groin.  The pressure grew and grew as eager climax tried time and again to push free, only to be pushed back by the tight grip of the cockring.
The steady fall of Wynhod’s strap against Krijero’s defenseless ass added thrilling stings and fiery heat to the maelstrom.  The Imdiko couldn’t help but jerk with each slap of leather against flesh, grinding the ass plug ever harder into his prostate.  
His conscious mind uncoupled, overwhelmed by the continuous cycle of ecstatic torture.  He lost all knowledge of himself as a man, as a thinking being.  Only raw, desperate want and the inability to satisfy it existed.  His brain, a continuously thinking, evaluating, worrying creature, ceased to work.  Krijero was reduced to an organism of pure sensation.
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WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

                The Nobek took a deep, steadying breath. He went to a quiet place in his mind, urging his body to calm. That the princes had come back told Bevau he hadn’t imagined their lustful interest in him. Yet he didn’t want to greet them with obvious arousal ... there was always the chance something besides desire had precipitated their unexpected return.                He hoped not. He really wanted the chance to fuck this pair.                Bevau could admit to himself without a shred of vanity that it was probably sex the princes had come for. Many men were taken with the Nobek’s appearance, though Bevau often wished for more rugged features and maybe some honorable scarring. Being half-Imdiko was tough enough when it came to gaining the respect of his designated breed. Adding a flawless bone structure and stunning features had made the situation worse. Not that Bevau minded the many challenges issued by other Nobeks who got stupidly incensed over things he had no control over. In fact he welcomed the many resulting fights that had come his way, hoping for some of those elusive marks of honor that would mar the perfection that often felt like a curse. It was almost a shame Bevau was too good a fighter to have been dealt any of those wanted scars thus far.                 His thoughts settled the desire that turned his cocks into divining rods, eagerly pointing at the asses they wanted. The ache to dive into tight but yielding flesh subsided, leaving him clearheaded and ready to talk. Bevau had no concerns that he would not be ready when talk turned to play. By the ancestors, he hoped he would get to play with these two men.                Feeling the welcoming smile on his lips, he spoke quietly, hoping to not startle them. “Good afternoon, my princes.”                Egilka jumped a little as he turned from a picture that showed Bevau being decorated for bravery. The Nobek couldn’t remember which event had led to that particular medal ... he had three of them now. Clajak’s turn to face him was smooth, however, and his anticipatory grin showed no sign of having been startled.                The smooth, honeyed voice of the Dramok prince was just as beguiling as Bevau remembered. “Hello, High Commander. No one was here to greet us, so we just walked in. I hope you don’t mind? We’re quite impressed with your awards.”                Bevau bowed, taking the opportunity to check his crotch. Clajak’s silky voice had sent warmth spilling into his groin again. Fortunately, his dual manhood still behaved itself for the moment.                “I don’t mind at all, my princes. This is a most welcome surprise.” Bevau straightened.                “Is it?” Clajak’s brow crooked up and his smile deepened. The man was every bit as charming as his admirers and detractors said. Maybe that meant the rumors of his copious talents between the sheets were just as valid.                 Egilka simply smiled at Bevau when the Nobek looked at him. The descriptions of the Imdiko prince were as bland as Clajak’s were dynamic. Egilka was known as dutiful. Smart. Dedicated. Reserved. Those who chose to denigrate him called him aloof and cold.                The Imdiko’s gaze was far from cold as he met Bevau’s eyes. In fact, the commander thought he discerned quite a bit of heat in that steady stare. He wanted to know just how hot Egilka could be.
Releasing September 2015

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Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: To Clan and Conquer (M/M)

“I do not enjoy having a cock up my ass, Lidon.  I would not forgive it if you made me take it.  Especially not under the influence of a bite.”  He tried to sound powerful, but he was gasping with the need for orgasm.
“Then you have a lot to learn yet,” Lidon answered.  His stare was evaluating, even as he rutted into Tranis’ grip.  “But perhaps receiving the lesson from someone else would serve you better.  Keep stroking, Tranis, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Tranis groaned.  “Your ass.  I want your ass.”
“You shall have it, but I will direct the pace.  You have to give up some of that precious control you’re so in love with.”
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
Lidon squeezed tight as he pumped Tranis’ cocks.  A cruel mixture of pain and ecstasy surged, making Tranis arch.  A thin scream escaped his throat, but he still couldn’t climax.  He couldn’t fight or escape either.  Lidon still had too much of a hold on him.
The strong hold on his pricks eased a little.  Tranis gasped for breath.  “All right, you brutal bastard.  Your pace.  I don’t care.  Just let me fuck you.”
Lidon grinned at him.  “Keep pulling on me like a good boy.  Don’t stop, or I’ll leave you lying here, unable to shoot off.”
Tranis’ eyes widened.  Would the Nobek really do that to him?
Lidon let go of his smaller cock to pull his pants down as far as his leg brace would allow.  Then he moved forward and eased down onto Tranis’ front penis.  Tranis cried out to be enclosed in the grip of such heat.  He shuddered, wanting to plunge in and out, forging into Lidon quickly, to take him hard.  His ass remained as if rooted to the ground however.  He could only lie there helplessly as Lidon rose and fell over him.
Lidon adjusted his angle and groaned loudly.  “That’s the spot.  Right the fuck there.”  His dark gaze seemed to swallow Tranis.  “How do I feel, Tranis?”
The Dramok licked his lips.  “Hot.  Tight.  Like this.”
He squeezed Lidon’s cocks to approximate the heady pressure he felt.  The Nobek’s head fell back, and he groaned to the sky overhead.  “Yeah, that’s pretty damned good.  Keep pumping, Dramok.  Keep pumping just like that.  Keep pace with me.”
Lidon took Tranis harder and faster.  Tranis’ eyes rolled as his cock moved in and out of the firm confines of the Nobek’s ass.  He jerked the cocks in his hands, staying in rhythm as he was told.  Fuck, his release was right there, just waiting for the word to flood from his dick.  A desperate whine  left his throat.  It hurt, he needed to come and it hurt...
Lidon gasped as he braced himself against Tranis’ chest, pounding against the captive body beneath him.  His fangs descended, and his eyes were almost black as he worked himself over Tranis’ rigid prick.
“Right … there.  That spot … right there…”
Tranis strained to release his load.  It stayed right at about the base of his cock, the pressure building ever higher.  A desperate cry left his lips.  “Nobek, please.”
“Come, Tranis.  Come now.”
There was a sensation at the base of Tranis’ spine, as if he’d been punched by a heavy fist.  His rear cock seized and drew excruciatingly tight.  A fiery path spilled into his forward prick, rushing up to burn a trail.  He arched beneath Lidon, shrieking as it erupted, spilling molten liquid into the other man’s ass.  His cocks throbbed and pulsed, moving ecstasy outward in agonizing bursts.
Lidon groaned.  “Dramok … yes…”
Tranis was barely aware of thick strands of wet heat spurting over his belly, chest, and chin.  He was too consumed with the tormenting bliss of climax still escaping his body.  The raw ache eclipsed everything else for a long time.
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WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

                As if his clanmate had read his mind, Clajak spoke up. “My father, do you know anything about that High Commander? The one named Bevau?”                Yuder regarded his son with an emotionless gaze. Seeing the Nobek emperor like that gave Egilka more pause than when Yuder got mad and yelled. Something of a hothead, it was never a surprise to see the man explode, particularly in the Royal Council chamber during a debate. However, everyone knew it was when Yuder was quiet and seemingly detached that he was his most dangerous. He was easily the most daunting of the Imperial Clan, a trained killer who did not suffer fools or their nonsense. His tongue was as sharp as his blade. To be rebuked by Yuder was to have bits of one’s soul sliced off.                 Clajak knew that better than anyone. The temperamental son often didn’t see eye to eye with his equally volatile father. It didn’t keep the prince from respecting and idolizing Yuder, however.                After giving Clajak that dispassionate look that gave no hint of his feelings, the corner of Yuder’s mouth twitched. “My son, why am I not surprised you would find one like him interesting?”                The turn of phrase caught Egilka’s attention. He inquired, “One like him?”                One steel-colored brow lifted at him. “Surely you noticed, Egilka. Bevau is a dual breed. He’s classified Nobek, but he’s also half Imdiko.”                So that was the elusive quality Egilka hadn’t been able to name. Dual breeds were not often diagnosed when a male child was categorized, but they were almost always either Dramok-Imdiko or Dramok-Nobek. The nurturing Imdiko nature was seen as opposed to the warrior Nobek mentality.                Egilka marveled, “That’s quite the rarity.”                “Yes, it is.” Yuder considered for a moment before saying in a musing tone, “Most of my kind would see such a person as a joke to our breed – and an unfunny one at that. I’m sure more than one in a fit of rage has tried to kill Bevau for daring to be named one of us. However, Urb is impressed with him. He says Bevau uses his quieter instincts to his advantage. He does not act hastily, working to come to peaceful solutions before crippling or maiming his foes. He has earned his rank as a high commander many times over.”                Clajak was as thoughtful as his sire. “I’m surprised he wasn’t classified an Imdiko, as there are so many fewer than Nobeks.”                “Nobek Bevau has a capacity for violence that offsets the nurturer aspect when he’s angry.” Rueful appreciation tinged Yuder’s voice.                Egilka pointed out, “He tossed those recruits around quite handily.”                “Yes, he did. That tendency to lightheartedness while he was doing it is not a Nobek trait however.” The emperor shook his head, as if put off by such a display. “It’s no wonder he’s not clanned, even with his rank and outstanding history of service.”                Clajak asked, “What about his parent clan? He had plenty to say about his fierce mother.”                “Urb says they are at the forefront of conservation of our planet’s natural resources. Bevau’s mother heads the lobby for that and is a vocal proponent of taking care of Kalquor’s environment. The high commander wasn’t kidding when he threatened his soldiers with her. She’s taken a swing or two at opponents when she’s felt insulted.”                “Feisty Matara,” Egilka said with admiration.                “Urb says rumor has it she put the lawyer for a logging interest in the hospital once.” Yuder chuckled at the thought, his lean face delighted to talk of such clashes. He added, “Bevau’s Nobek father is a head officer with this continent’s Wildlife and Natural Resource Protection Enforcement. They are a highly-ranked family.”                Egilka glanced at Clajak. His Dramok had gone quiet. That meant he was thinking, which usually led to trouble of some sort. Clajak did appear to be deep in thought, a half-smile playing on his lips. Yes, the prince was plotting. Egilka knew that look all too well.                In most cases, the expression on his clanmate’s face would have elicited a groan from the Imdiko. However he thought that this time Clajak was likely planning on how he could get his hands and other body parts on Bevau. Instead of a groan, Egilka was forced to smother a grin. He was not averse to finding out what a dual breed was like in the sack.                Which way would Nobek Bevau turn when aroused? Forceful? Caring? Maybe a little of both? The potential someone like the high commander presented was too enticing to not be considered.
Releasing September 2015

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August 2015 Update: Cover Reveals and Book Release News!

Shalia’s Diary – The diary starts up again tomorrow! I’m calling this storyline ‘connective tissue’. There are issues galore for Shalia to face, the biggest being how weak and unprepared she feels when it comes to guarding Anrel’s welfare. This is basically a prequel to coming adventures. So relax and enjoy Shalia’s recovery from the It, spending time with her baby girl, and getting to know her main two suitor clans. Oh yes, there may be a blast or two from the past as well...
Shalia’s Diary Book 6  

And while we’re talking about Shalia, the sixth storyline is just about ready to be released in book format. If you can handle re-living the harrowing adventure with the It, you can snag your copy Friday, August 21. This delicious cover alone is worth it! 

Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown 
A couple of surprises for you. First of all, that gorgeous cover. In particular, hello Egilka!
We all know what a cover means ... the book is close to release. Yes, I have been busting butt on this one over the summer, and it is already in the hands of the proofreader. The December release became November, and now it is moving up again. I am now tentatively scheduling it for September (!) but no hard date until I get the edits back. I will keep you informed, of course.

Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction– The outline of the long-delayed return of Brandilynn is done. I will start on the first draft within a couple of weeks. I have not set a release date.

Now as to the television show based on Kalquor: It fell through. Things started feeling not so good about the producer’s vision for it. I saw things heading in a direction that I didn’t think my readers wanted to see. His lack of experience with science fiction television also caused major worries for me, along with several other concerns. After a lot of soul searching and discussions with Hubs and friends, I have decided to walk away.
Some good did come out of it with a better pilot episode written to be shopped around to other producers. Who knows, maybe Kalquorians will appear on your televisions some sweet day. In the meantime, we still have the books!

Thanks to everyone for all the support and well wishes. I couldn’t ask for better readers! Much love to you all.