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December 2014 Update

Shalia’s Diary – This month we learn Betra’s naughty secret and the gals turn the tables and stalk the ghost. Exorcism, anyone?




Clans of Kalquor 5: Alien Slave–The new edition is out, but I didn’t make a big deal out of announcing it because there were next to no changes outside of the cover art. Don’t buy it if you’ve already got it. All of the Clans of Kalquor books are now back in my sole possession. I now own all the rights. At this point, only one of the Netherworld books remains with the original publisher right now. Speaking of which...


Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9 – Brandilynn’s undercover operation with a sexy wolf shifter and biker gang didn’t need heavy revisions at all. There will be no big changes to the story when rights return to me at the beginning of February...except that I can finally get rid of that awful cover art. I look forward to Erin saving me on this one!
Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions – I am at the halfway point in the first draft. I’m writing like a fiend, but I will be taking time off for Christmas and New Year’s to celebrate with family. I still hope to have this book out by the end of February, but again – NO PROMISES. This story is huge, and it keeps throwing me curve balls. There is big trouble threatening the whole Empire while a certain bratty Earther locks horns (and other things) with a powerful clan.
I hope you all have an amazing and miraculous holiday season. Lots of love!

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 1: Alien Embrace

Flencik lowered Amelia onto the lounger.  His mouth descended to suck on one sweatshirt-covered nipple, sending warm sparkles through her.  The heat of his mouth seemed to lick throughout her entire body, and he worked the stiffening tip with enthusiasm, making Amelia squirm beneath the luscious attack. 
As he moved his voracious maw to her other breast, she felt the trickle of her sex coming alive, as if it sent her melting insides down her thighs.  “Anything,” she whispered, unaware she’d spoken aloud.  
She shivered as the Imdiko nipped at her breast with bared teeth.  The sting only fed her swelling arousal. Amelia raised her arms in unspoken surrender, wanting more of the sweet pain-pleasure.  Flencik obliged her by pulling her shirt off to nuzzle at the soft mounds of flesh.  He suckled hard as if he’d devour them whole.  Amelia moaned as he feasted.
The massive alien moved farther down, kissing the soft flesh of her belly, licking the cup of her navel with his cat-scratchy tongue.  She sighed and giggled, at once turned on and tickled by his touches.  The laughter ended as his mouth latched onto the fabric over her crotch.  He ran his tongue over the seam of her sweatpants, teasing the swollen bud that ached to be naked to his attention.
“Wet,” Flencik grunted, looking up at her face with half-lidded eyes.  “I wish taste to you deeply.  You need to me satisfy you.”
Oh yes, how she desired his mouth on bare, eager flesh.  “Please Flencik,” she moaned, forgetting right or wrong.  There was no judgment, no guilt for misdeeds.  Amelia only needed him the way he so obviously wanted her to.
The Imdiko’s smile turned almost cruel, and he stood.  His fingertips curled into the waistbands of her pants and panties.  He peeled them off her in one sweeping movement.
Flencik looked down at her, his broad chest moving with deep breaths.  Amelia lay still on the lounger, silently offering him her defenseless body.  His darkening eyes raked over her as he pulled his clothing off.  His two penises stood revealed, rigid and glistening with lubrication.  She ached to take him in her mouth, to fill her senses with his spicy-sweet flavor.  
“Anything?” he asked, his voice rough with need.
“Anything.”  Amelia’s heart pounded.  The offer she made scared her, but at the same time she was excited to gift him with whatever he desired.
Flencik grasped her ankles, pulling them apart, and kneeled between her spread thighs.  His head darted down with the speed of a striking rattlesnake, and he drank from her sex with her legs draped over his shoulders.
The feeling of the Imdiko’s avid mouth closing over her clitoris made Amelia’s back arch in reaction.  Dear heaven, the elation!  A burst of the purest pleasure shot from the tiny nub to fill her belly with molten ecstasy.  A tiny cry flew from her lips.  He sucked on the pink button, sending a violent shockwave throughout her body.  Amelia arched harder than ever, as if she could fold herself backwards.  Flencik’s tormenting left her helpless against the bucking of her pelvis.  Her breath sobbed through her parted lips as he fed from her womanhood.  His tongue probed, flicking in and out of her, stopping now and then to suck at her freely flowing moisture.  Then he battered her swollen clitoris with his wicked tongue again.  She gasped and moaned and cried out at the varying intensity of the contact.  Her stomach tumbled and churned with roiling passion that stole her very breath.
Amelia’s orgasm was rushing upon her when Flencik’s mouth left her pussy.  She whimpered in need, her hips thrusting shamelessly at his retreating face.  She needed to come.  
The Kalquorian’s cruel smile returned.  “We go now slow.”
Amelia wailed.  The release had been so close and Flencik had denied her.  She reached for him, and he swatted her hands away as if flicking a fly.  “Obey, Amelia.  I command you.  Be obedient for to your pleasure come.”
His face drifted towards her sex again, so she made herself quiet, enjoying the rush of anticipation.

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WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                Imdiko Wal sat in the private booth, wearing a set smile that he couldn’t really feel. He wished it was only a dinner date. That he had to get through a theater show as well made the night seem to stretch endlessly before him.                It made no sense for him to feel this way. Imdiko Vax’s restaurant was perfect, as always. The setting, a semi-private table before the flickering firepit, was pleasant. Romantic even, as it was meant to be. The strains of a violin wove a sweet spell in the air, and the young Earther male playing it coaxed melodies out of the alien instrument that made one think only good thoughts. The food was as delicious as ever. Wal had ordered his favorite dish: grilled chicken wrapped in ronka strips with a mozzarella-and-gusasp herbed sauce drizzled over it.                 The food and atmosphere were a delight. Matara Tasha was beautiful, intelligent, and pleasant, a perfectly lovely woman to talk to. Wal knew he should be in heaven right now. And yet...                And yet it was Tasha’s twin sister Cissy who Wal’s mind kept returning to. The brash and sassy twin filled his mind, drawing him away from conversation again and again. That quick wit. Her cocky smile. The cutting sarcasm that let Wal know Cissy was a woman who would excite mind as well as body.                By the ancestors, did she ever excite his body. Wal had a lively libido, but the effect just thinking about Cissy had on him was ridiculous. Every time he envisioned her in that daring soaksuit, her handprint emblazoned on her exposed rump, he got hard. Damn it, he was hard now. If it wasn’t for the tabletop hiding the erections that kept insisting on showing up, he’d be utterly humiliated several times over.
Tentative release in February 2015

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

                With no warning, Diltan pressed two fingers inside Cissy. His thumb brushed her clit. Her body resounded, like a gong that had been struck. She arched with cry as he filled her. At the same time, she slammed her splayed hands against his chest, trying to fend him off. It was too much sensation, bringing her right up to the edge of destruction.                “Hold her,” the Dramok commanded.                Wal’s arms circled Cissy from behind, pinning her to his chest. Rolat grabbed her wrists and easily held them, stopping her desperate shoves against Diltan.                The clan’s leader pushed Cissy’s skirt up, exposing her mound. “There you are,” he breathed, his mouth curling in a happy smile. “What a lovely pussy, Matara. And a greedy one, too. I do believe she’s trying to yank my fingers off my hand.”                “Careful, my Dramok,” Rolat chuckled.                Diltan arched a brow at the gasping Cissy. “Now my rebellious beauty, if you take my fingers away I won’t be able to do this to you.”                The two digits buried inside her curled. Diltan pulled them outward, dragging his fingertips hard along the front of her sheath. The friction was an electrical jolt to Cissy’s system. Her hair fairly stood on end as a shockwave rumbled through her body.                She uttered a strangled cry, her insides heaving with near-cataclysm. Just like that, Diltan had her on the verge of orgasm again.                 Wal’s voice teased her ear. “She’s a wild one, all right.”                “Indeed,” Diltan agreed. “I think there is only one way to tame a woman like this. Positive reinforcement.”                With that, he pumped her pussy with those wicked fingers. His thumb stroked her clit.                With the second thrust into her sheath, Cissy detonated. Her head jerked back against Wal’s shoulder as a mighty force broke loose inside her guts. She screamed as that force heaved, as if it was a physical entity fighting to escape her body.                “Good girl. Do you have another for me?”                The brute teasing the monster inside her continued to fuck her, his fingers pounding hard against her, just the way she liked to be taken. The ravening desire drew in on itself for a moment before tearing through her once more. Cissy bucked against the men holding her, wild with release. They held her immobile, forcing her to accept climax so intense that it was almost painful.
No release date set.

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WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                How could Cissy be truly related to Empress Jessica or her sister Lindsey? With that mouth, she was more suited to running a brothel!                I am so glad we are courting the other girl. This one is simply too brazen. If I had to take such an outspoken woman to an official function where diplomacy is needed...                 Diltan shuddered at the idea. However, he could well appreciate how hilarious it would be for a few councilmen and ambassadors he didn’t like to get an earful from Cecilia Salter. That would be worth a little humiliation to hear.                Cissy stopped in front of the next to last door in the corridor and thumbed the visitor announce. Before anyone answered, she called out. “Hey Tasha, your fun bunch is here for your date.  Have a good time. “ She turned away from the door and gave the three men a daring smile. “As for you, Clan Diltan ... don’t have too good a time with my sister, if you get my drift.”                With that and a final look of warning, Cissy sashayed off to the last door in the hall. Just as she reached her quarters, the door in front of Diltan opened.                Standing there with an expectant smile, Tasha looked more than presentable in a demure blouse and skirt ensemble. Her hair cascaded to her shoulders in perfect curls – not a hair out of place.                Diltan was quick to bow, but noticed he was the only one doing so. A glance at his clanmates revealed they were still staring after Cissy, who was just disappearing into her own quarters.                He spoke in a louder than usual voice to remind Rolat and Wal their attention was supposed to be on the other twin. “Good evening, Matara.  You look lovely.”                Their expression still stunned, his Nobek and Imdiko realized their date stood there. They bowed quickly and somewhat clumsily to Tasha, murmuring greetings.                His most pleasant smile plastered on his face, Diltan quickly made the introductions. As he did so, he did his best to see the pretty and more appropriate Salter sister standing before them. However, it was the image of the other, nearly-naked twin that seemed to be seared on his retina.
No release date set.

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