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WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

                Clajak groaned. “Egilka, every time I see you, you have work to do.  Every time we’ve gotten together in a purely social setting, you tell me you have work to do.”                “That’s not true.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose.                  Clajak’s voice beyond his closed lids wouldn’t shut up. “Really? I’ve lost count of the times I’ve heard, ‘Clajak, if you just wanted to sit around and drink, you can do that on your own.  I’ve got work to do.’  Or even, ‘My prince, this meeting wasn’t so you could show me vids of Plasian girls having sex.  If that’s all we’re going to do, I’m leaving because I have work to do.’”                “Those meetings were meant for us to get to know each other, not get drunk and watch porn.”                The disgusted sound Clajak made spurred Egilka’s eyes open. Clajak had settled on a matching chair across from him and glared at him with temper. “Maybe all there is to me is booze and sex.”                “I know better than that. If you believe it, you’ve been listening to your detractors too much.”                Clajak barked a harsh laugh. “I listen to them just to repeat the behaviors they hate the most. It’s childish, but I like to rub their noses in it. You plug along, doing what’s expected, and they still criticize you too.”                He was right. However, Egilka had no interest in what men like Councilman Pwaldur and his ilk thought of him. “I am committed to doing all I can to benefit the Empire.”                Clajak nodded. “That’s right. And your epitaph will be, ‘Here is the life of Imdiko Egilka. He had work to do.’”                “I have a promise to fulfill.” One he should be working on even now, if only Clajak would cooperate for a change.                Clajak’s eyes flooded with sudden sympathy. Unable to face it, Egilka averted his gaze. He hoped the other man wouldn’t pursue the subject. It had already brought them to blows once before. That time had been because Clajak had been utterly thoughtless and Egilka had reacted before he thought. Seeing the compassion in his intended’s face assured Egilka that the lesson had been learned. He still didn’t want to talk about it. After all this time, it continued to hurt like hell.                He needed to get home. He needed to get back to work.
Releasing mid-December 2015

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May 2015 Update

Shalia’s Diary –Candy’s bizarre behavior, a saboteur on the ship, and Shalia under lock and key are on the menu for May.



Shalia’s Diary Book 5 is out. If you like having this one in your library, grab it at Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and All Romance. Also in print.


Netherworld IV: Animal Attraction– Over halfway finished outlining. No release date set.

Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown—Writing, writing, writing. One moment Clajak and Egilka want to strangle each other, the next it’s all passion. In between, they’ve got an outraged Bi’isil trying to enslave them and an Adraf holding them for ransom. I’m not sure when was the last time I had so much fun with a story. Release date: mid-December.

Brianna’s Clan – For ages, readers have wanted to see a clan come together all at once, including the Matara. The request to let an Earther woman put together her own clan has been made more times than I can count. Ask and ye shall receive. For that reason, this book (not part of the main Clans of Kalquor series) will contain m/m/m sex as well as m/f/m/m. Release date: June 2016.

Chronicles of Kalquor (working title of the television show): We are still wrangling with the pilot script, but inching forward towards a final product to woo networks and cable channels with. I am working with a producer who knows his stuff, and his guidance has shown me how little I know when it comes to pacing and structure of episodic television – but I am learning.
Yes, this version of Kalquor will depart somewhat from the books, but I realized that was inevitable when I embarked on this project. In all honesty, I’m loving where we’re going with this. We start off with the events of Alien Embrace with Clan Rajhir and Amelia. Also involved are some back story elements with Clans Clajak and Tranis. That’s where it is right now, at least. I can guarantee that if this gets sold, changes to the current script are inevitable. Such is the mayhem of putting together a final script. But for the moment, some of your favorite clans are set to make an appearance. And yes, we have every intention of casting the hunkiest, most drool-worthy men as our heroes!
BIG THANKS to those of you who have written reviews for my books on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance, and Smashwords. I would like to thank particularly those who went above and beyond by posting reviews for ALL the books, not just Alien Embrace, Alien Rule, and the newest oneAlien Indiscretions. I cannot express my gratitude enough for the valuable time and effort you made on my behalf.
 Thank you, thank you, thank you! I truly love my readers!

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

He slapped the undersides of Cissy’s breasts in turn, bouncing them lightly and making them jiggle. She cried out. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Stop slapping my tits!” she yelled.
“Your tits?” Diltan snorted. “I think not. Tonight, these belong to my clan. Every inch of you does. Your body is ours to do with as we desire. If you behave and do as you’re told, we might even allow you another climax. If you don’t, we’ll go home. It’s as simple as that.”
Cissy glared in disbelief. Her arms strained against the sash secured around her wrists and Wal’s hold, which pinned her arms to the back of the lounger. She kicked, but Rolat held her legs too far apart to allow her to escape or land a blow to Diltan. She yelled as she struggled.
The juices creeping from her open pussy and the rush of soft female scent told Diltan Cissy enjoyed her helplessness. Nevertheless, he reminded her, “Saying ‘stop’ in Earther means nothing tonight. Only sholt tells me you’ve had enough.”
“You big jerk!” she yelled. “Who are you to tell me I belong to you? Where do you get off, pal?”
“Keep mouthing off and I’ll gag you,” Diltan warned. “Now, where was I before you so rudely interrupted me? Oh yes, these luscious bits.”
He leaned in and captured one peachy-pink nipple in his mouth. Moaning with pleasure, Diltan sucked on the delectable flesh, rubbing his tongue over the tip to make it hard. 
Cissy’s struggles immediately ceased. She panted as the Dramok mouthed one peaked nipple then the other.
Her flesh is so sweet. I’d swear she could melt on my tongue.
It took real effort to release the delicious orb he suckled. Diltan managed to do so, but only because he knew he could re-claim it at any time.
He went back to bouncing Cissy’s breasts in his palms, striking the undersides enough to deliver stinging punishment. She yipped, her hazel eyes going wide again. Between the tiny cries of pain, she gasped harder than ever. Diltan’s quick glance at her pussy confirmed she continued to cream. Either pain or being controlled or both were her weaknesses. He would capitalize on that knowledge.
“Magnificent breasts, aren’t they?” he asked his clanmates.
“I can’t wait to maul them myself,” Rolat agreed. Quiet as ever, Wal simply grinned around his fangs.
“Why – why are you smacking them?” Cissy panted. She looked as if she was trying to be angry. If that was the case, she failed miserably. Her expression tended more towards softness. Her eyes had glazed over.
“Because I can,” Diltan replied. To underscore that assertion, he gave the side of the left breast a loud slap, cupping his palm to deliver more sound than pain ... but further pain than his earlier swats had offered.
Cissy’s reaction was instantaneous. She moaned, her gaze growing hazier. She arched away from Rolat at her back, as if to beg for more of Diltan’s harsh attention.
“Just as I thought,” Diltan whispered, more to himself than anyone else. “A little pain and much restraint in intimate affairs to balance out the fierce independence on your public face.”
“Perfection,” Wal murmured. 
Diltan glanced up at his Imdiko to grin his agreement before focusing on Cissy once more. “All right, young woman. Now that I know where your head is, let’s see how well I can capitalize on it.”
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WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

                “These are your lodgings?” Clajak smirked at the bouquets of flowers lining the walls. His grin grew even larger when they went inside the suite of rooms.                Egilka managed not to cringe. The suite was sumptuous, obviously designed to be a romantic retreat. Aromatic flowers abounded, along with art vids depicting sensual scenes. The furnishings were soft and billowy, inviting the guests to lounge or wallow as their wants dictated. The large sleeping surface in particular beckoned with the softest of furs and mirrored surfaces surrounding it. Egilka had been all too aware that one closet boasted items that would shame the brothel they’d just run from.                Clajak chortled, opening that particular closet at once and discovering all the toys. “Well, well.  I appreciate all you’re doing to lure me to your side, Imdiko.”                Egilka kept his back ramrod straight and voice cool. “Don’t look at me.  The room was arranged for by – one of your parents.”                At the last second, Egilka refrained from telling Clajak it had been his mother who had arranged for the lodgings. “I took care of it myself,” she breezily informed him as he’d set off. “I hope you will be comfortable.”                Comfort was the last thing Egilka was right now, thinking of how Irdis had not-so-subtly pushed this moment upon him. At Clajak’s frown, he knew the prince realized also who was behind this setting of love and passion.  The frown was chased by a look of great discomfort.                 Good. Egilka wasn’t the only one embarrassed by the empress’ attempt to bring them together. It had to be worse for Clajak since the perpetrator was his own mother.
Releasing mid-December 2015

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Weekend Wake-up Call – Michaela (M/I/M/M)

Michaela writhed in desperation, trying to claim the two cocks that entered too slowly for her liking. “More,” she insisted, fighting the chains that kept her from claiming Raxstad in one shove. “More, Raxstad.”
“Easy, little lover,” he growled, his heavy brow beetling with effort. “I’m right on the verge. Damn it, she’s so tight!”
“But soft too,” Korkla sighed. “She feels wonderful.”
He leaned down to give Michaela’s breast a lingering kiss. The warm, moist contact sent fervor spilling into her belly. She shoved her groin at Raxstad and her chest at the other two. It was as if her pussy had not climaxed with the Dramok. It clamored for another release.
“Feel free to relieve yourself quickly,” Govi moaned to Raxstad, watching her gyrate. “It’s agony waiting.”
“You don’t have to,” Korkla told his Imdiko. “I’m sure Michaela would be glad to offer you her mouth.”
“I’d like that, but I want to enjoy the rest. I’ve never had a woman so similar to our species.”
“Then you’ll have to practice the same control our Nobek is attempting to maintain.” Korkla grinned with menace.
His hand shot out and grasped Govi’s front cock. The Imdiko yelped.
“Damn it, Korkla! What the hell are you doing?”
The Dramok tugged carefully at Govi’s sex. “Michaela wants a taste. Don’t you, sweetling?”
Michaela groaned. Raxstad was now deep inside her. The thickness of him in her pussy and ass had him rubbing hard against that bright sweet spot inside her female sheath, sending delicious thrills up and down her spine. The Nobek moved back and forth slowly, his teeth gritted in an effort to not lose control. Even so, the friction was mindblowing. Bright flashes like lightning kept flaring over Michaela’s vision.
Govi moved to straddle her face, cutting off the exciting sight of Raxstad fucking her. Korkla still had hold of the Imdiko’s cock, pulling it down towards Michaela’s lips.
“Come on Govi, get down where she can enjoy you in her mouth. Your Matara wants it. Open up, Michaela. Taste that big, beautiful cock.”
The scent of spicy Kalquorian arousal mingled with the mind-stealing aroma of the flowers. Michaela inhaled deeply of it and cried out with excitement. She opened her mouth, inviting Govi in.
Korkla guided his panting Imdiko to her lips. Michaela ran her tongue over the tip of Govi’s wet cock and was awarded a delicious blast of sweet-salty-spiciness. She lifted her head to suck on the tapered appendage. Govi yelled.
Korkla changed his grip to the Imdiko’s secondary cock, moving it carefully so that it didn’t stab Michaela in the throat. From the corner of her eye, she saw how he grinned. 
“That’s right, my pretty pair. I knew you’d be gorgeous together.”
Govi’s hips dipped low so that he filled Michaela’s mouth with his cock. He stopped just as she was on the verge of gagging on his length and slid back out. He pressed in carefully once more. Back out. In.
A fresh wave of heat enveloped Michaela’s body. Govi fucked her mouth. Raxstad fucked her ass and pussy. Her whole body received what it had wanted for so long, and she gloried in it. Even her cock, depleted so recently, filled with fresh desire.
She thought her insides must be made of lava. She burned hot, like molten rock liquefying and dripping fire. Every cell was alight, blazing with all the power of Plasius’ two suns.
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WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Crown

                The Plasian shrank back, fear registering on her gentle face. Clajak moved fast, putting himself between her and Ru’imbu. He loomed over the gray alien and allowed his fangs to unhinge.                “The woman is not to blame, gray boy. My companion and I are at fault, not her.”                The Bi’isil touched the strap around its skinny waist. A number of pouches and small devices were attached, much like the belt Clajak wore.                Cold pleasure invaded Clajak’s mind yet again. Protocol has been ignored.  Bi’isils do not stand for such matters.  The woman’s life and that of the brothel owner are forfeit.                  Egilka gasped. Clajak ignored him for the moment. Speaking in the liquid language of Plasius in the hopes that Ru’imbu didn’t know it, he told the prostitute, “Get out of here and warn your owner.”                The Plasian didn’t hesitate for an instant. She fled the room as Clajak let his temper off its leash and faced off with Ru’imbu. “You’re not on Bi’is, you hateful gray shit.  This is Dantovon and you can get over your insult, small thing that it is.”                Even though the Bi’isil’s face remained unchanged, its body shook with rage. It stared up at Clajak and dripped molten fire in his head with its fury.                Small insult?  Small?  For the prince of the E’isip, foremost in the richest territories of Be’em, capital of the realm of Bi’is?  No insult is small to me, Kalquorian.                  Clajak snorted. “Then you’ll be getting your feelings hurt a lot, Prince of Assholes.                  Ru’imbu touched a small device on his belt. All at once, Clajak couldn’t move. He couldn’t even speak to warn Egilka to run. Ru’imbu pulled the metallic device from his belt, a tiny box with lumps protruding from it. He pointed it at Clajak.                A streak of darkness flew at the Bi’isil. It knocked him over. The little gray alien tumbled away as the dark streak resolved into a wide-eyed Egilka. Ru’imbu lay still. It was a heartbeat before Clajak realized he could move again.                Fury made the room red-tinged. Clajak took a step towards the Bi’isil, who was trying to sit up. The Dramok thought how nice it would be to stomp all over the little bastard and hear his twig bones snap.                 Egilka grabbed him and shoved him at the still-open door. “Run, Clajak!  The little shit has a portable stasis beam and collars!”
Releasing mid-December 2015