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First Mataras: Michaela Release Week - Excerpt 1

Raxstad had looked away, his gaze roaming over the garden room. His lips drew tight as he considered. He had moved so that Michaela couldn’t touch him any longer.
She began to bawl for real. They were rejecting her, just as she knew they would. They weren’t going to make the awful need riding her go away. They would leave her like this, in pain both emotionally and physically.
Making it worse, she could hear lovers elsewhere in the garden crying out as they realized bliss. It wasn’t fair.
As Govi gathered her in his arms, trying to comfort her, Raxstad said, “Aren’t these flowers supposedly an aphrodisiac to the Plasians?”
Korkla’s jaw dropped in realization. “I’ve heard that. Do you think they have the same effect on Earthers?”
“It’s possible. There’s one way to find out.”
Through the onslaught of tears, Michaela saw the Nobek pluck a bloom from next to the platform. He put it right up against her nostrils. Her sense of smell was flooded with the heavenly sweet scent.
Michaela’s tears cut off as a sudden stab of painful arousal clenched her pussy and prick. Everything down below tightened as molten desire stabbed brutally into her balls. She screamed and slapped the flower away. 
Michaela lunged at Korkla, taking his mouth in a violent kiss that used lips, tongue, and teeth. The Dramok yelled and then growled as she drew blood from his lower lip. He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back as Govi restrained her.
The Imdiko stared at her in shock. “I think we have our answer. Are you all right, my Dramok?”
“Just fucking turned on beyond belief,” Korkla answered. His fangs, usually folded to the roof of his mouth, were down and showing behind his squared teeth. He looked into Michaela’s face with unadulterated animal lust. “Oh, I like her wild.”


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First Mataras: Michaela Now on Sale

Your Saturday night dates have arrived. The usual suspects put the book up early. Enjoy!


Now available from Amazon, Amazon UK, Smashwords, and in print.



Michaela Blake has lived with a secret her whole life. Born an intersex, she’s hidden in plain sight from Earth’s religious tyranny, posing as a male to avoid being discovered and executed. Now that she’s escaped to Plasius, she is free to explore the other side of the intersex coin and be the woman she’s always felt she is.
Being both genders has left its scars on Michaela, however. She cannot imagine any man loving her ... never mind a Kalquorian clan made up of three men. Yet joining a clan is her only hope for salvation, her only sure way to escape Earth’s judgment.
Korkla, Govi, and Raxstad can’t believe their luck. They’ve been given the opportunity to court the rarest being in the known universe by the Crown Princes of Kalquor. However, to win the captivating Michaela, they must first get past her despair and self-doubt ... not to mention a jealous ex-girlfriend and murderous kidnappers. Still, saving the intersex Earther from others is not half as daunting as saving her from herself.
Please note: this story contains graphic depictions of men loving men and men loving an intersex (male/female) individual. Elements of BDSM, including discipline and bondage, are included.
This is a companion story to Clans of Kalquor 2: Alien Rule. 

Michaela News

Hi all!

As I have posted before, I am working to get Michaela out to you next week. If all goes well, that will be as early as tomorrow. As always, I will post as soon as I know the book is on Amazon and Smashwords.

It will probably be at least a week, possibly longer, before Michaela reaches Nook. Because of issues with Nook Press' platform, I have given up directly loading my books that way. All books destined for Nook now have to get there via Smashwords. Sorry for the delay, folks. Barnes and Noble insists to me and other writers that there is no issue with their system and that 'no one else is complaining'. Actual quote there.

As for those of you wanting Kobo, it too gets my books through Smashwords. My work has to pass through an additional hurdle as to whether or not Kobo deems it appropriate for them to sell. You may have noticed some of my books are not offered by Kobo (Alien Rule, Alien Slave, and Clan, Honor, and Empire). For whatever reason, Kobo has rejected them. So there is no guarantee that Michaela will make it there. If that is the case, you can get a compatible file through Smashwords.

In other news, I have begun the process of getting books onto All Romance eBook's site. You know me and my formatting demons, and ARe presents new challenges I am struggling through. It will take me a while to get all of the books there, but I have put Alien Embrace on the site in pdf, epub, and mobi formats. The rest will follow as I can get to them. Thanks for your patience as I boldly face my formatting fears. ;)

Alien Embrace's ARe link is here.

Hopefully, Michaela and I will see you tomorrow!

Weekend Wake-up Call – To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue

Without looking away from her, Vendeen opened the drawer of the small table next to his chair.  He withdrew a cord of braided golden thread.  “Turn around.  Put your arms behind your back.”
Raven whirled smartly, placing her wrists just above her buttocks.  With quick, economical movements, Vendeen tied her hands behind her, running a finger between the cord and her skin to make sure her circulation wasn’t cut off.  Apparently satisfied, he said, “Face me and kneel.”
Raven obeyed, her heart picking up its pace at her vulnerable position between Vendeen’s legs.  He rummaged in the drawer once more and drew out two tiny gold metal rings.  Raven frowned, wondering what they were for.
Vendeen leaned forward to fill his mouth with one of her breasts.  Raven arched at the warm wetness on her flesh and the velvety stroke of his tongue.  He sucked hard, his tongue whipping over the peak of her nipple, drawing it tight and hard in reaction.  Wetness ran down her inner thighs at the delightful sensation.
Vendeen slowly drew back, still sucking to pull her breast taut as he gave up his hold a little at a time.  When he finally released the nipple, it blushed a deep rose and jutted eagerly.  With an appreciative chuckle, he slid one of the gold rings over the nub.
Raven looked at the decoration with bemusement.  If she didn’t know better, she would have said she felt a tightening sensation, as if the ring was conforming to the size of her nipple.
Before she could think anymore about it, Vendeen’s voracious mouth seized the other breast.  Once more, his tongue rubbed to make a rigid peak form, and he sucked hard before letting it go.  The other ring went on and this time Raven knew she felt it draw tight.
How could a metal ring do that?
Vendeen’s mocking half-grin drew her attention.  “I have mentioned I enjoy dishing out a little cruelty?”
“Mentioned and demonstrated.”  His expression worried and aroused Raven at once.  No wonder Todd had so rarely satisfied her.  She had some seriously kinky leanings.
Vendeen said, “You respond to pain.  Look into my eyes, Raven, and keep your gaze there.  Rings, tighten slowly.”
They did so as Raven stared into the black circles of her master’s eyes.  She gasped softly as the firming grip sent shivers of pleasure from her breasts to her clit.  It only took a few seconds for the agreeable sensation to become an ache, however.  She shuddered and moaned.  Okay, it was definitely not comfortable now.  
“Vendeen?” she gasped.
“A little more.  Show me how much you wish to obey my pleasures.”  His wicked smile grew.
Her nipples definitely throbbed now.  The first stab of pain dug a spike into one peak and then the other.  Raven cried out, her arms jerking against the braided cord imprisoning them behind her back.  More splinters of hot agony, and she struggled against her bounds.
“Rings, halt tightening.  Ice.”
The pressure immediately stopped growing, but cold blasted through Raven’s breasts, adding to the hurt.  She couldn’t help but struggle to free her hands and she groaned with torment.  Her vision blurred with tears from the poignant pain.  She saw how Vendeen’s eyes widened as he watched her defy him by trying to escape her bonds even as she obeyed by staring into his eyes and remained kneeling at his feet.
He nodded.  “Some day you will accept my entire will as your own, but for now I am pleased.  This is a very good start.”
Vendeen’s approval reached Raven through the roar in her ears.  Even as her breasts bitterly complained, the pit of her stomach warmed.  He was pleased with her.  She didn’t want to like it, but she did.

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WIP Wednesday – First Mataras: Michaela

“Michaela, we need to talk.”
“Not now. I’ll get back to you.” To herself she added, “When Hell freezes over.”
“Michaela, open the door.” 
There was command in Korkla’s voice, a note that made Michaela instinctively start to comply. That she’d nearly obeyed him without thought pissed her off even more.
Making herself settle back in the basin, she yelled, “I said no! I have nothing to say to you right now. I don’t know how to make that any plainer to you, Korkla. Oh wait, yes I do. Fuck off!”
Silence followed her furious rant. Michaela looked toward the door, wondering if the clan had left. The thought made her guts squeeze tight.
I shouldn’t have gone that far. I shouldn’t have said it like that. Stupid! But damn it, they hurt me first. They’re just stringing me along. They don’t want me after all. They see me as nothing more than a potential incubator for their babies. Well, I may be a freak, but I’m also a decent person. I deserve more—  Her thoughts broke off as the door suddenly hummed opened. Michaela gaped as Raxstad stalked in, followed by the other two men.
They froze when they caught sight of her in the basin. The three men looked nothing alike, but they appeared identical in that moment with their eyes growing large and round and their mouths dropping open in shock. Michaela stared back for a few seconds before she remembered she was naked. She drew her legs up to her chest, trying to hide her nudity.
“Get out,” she said. She’d intended her order to come out strong and certain. Instead, her voice trembled, barely louder than a whisper. 
The men exchanged looks. Then Korkla stepped forward to lead and the other two followed him right to the edge of the basin. The darkness in their eyes made Michaela edge back.
The commanding tone remained in Korkla’s voice. “You’re going to talk to us.”
Michaela swallowed. It was on the tip of her tongue to agree, but the scary-exciting way the three men looked at her kept her from doing so. Instead she quavered, “I’m taking a bath.”

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Cover Reveal - First Mataras: Michaela

As always, a gazillion thanks to Erin Dameron-Hill for another fantastic cover. Her work never disappoints, and Michaela may be my absolute favorite.Gorgeous, splendiferous, magnificent ... there are not enough words to express my love for this cover.




Just a little more than a week to go and it's out!

Weekend Wake-up Call – Sister Katherine

At last Simdow released her breast from his voracious attention.  She felt her pulse thud in the swollen, engorged tip.  Her nipple had turned scarlet during its capture.
She only noted this for a moment, because Simdow’s dark gaze captured hers.  A bestial smile twitched his lips as she stared at him.
“My lovely Katherine,” he breathed.  “I enjoy your attempts to fight me off.  I like that I excite you so much that you try to make me stop.  I give you leave to continue.  Be as ferocious as you like, all the while knowing I will take all you have to offer.  You cannot deny me.”
With that, he bent to the other breast.
As he tormented her with a rapture that made her alternatively beg for more and struggle to make him stop, Simdow’s hand crept between her legs.  He moaned to discover her so soaked that the linens beneath her had gone damp.  The feeling of his fingers probing her folds and teasing her clitoris added to the cacophony of rampant elation coursing through her body. 
“Too much,” she wailed, even as she writhed in an attempt to get him to rub her sex harder.
“I haven’t even begun,” he answered.
As if to prove his point, he slid a finger inside her.  Katherine went absolutely still.  She stared at him with wide eyes as her shocked mind dealt with the invasion.  It wasn’t the flesh she’d worried over since being taken captive, but she’d been intruded upon just the same.
Simdow watched her carefully, slipping nearly all the way back out.  Then his finger filled her again, going all the way in.  The strangeness of feeling a trespasser brought Katherine some way out of her earlier rapture.  It didn’t feel terrible.  Her sleeve even clutched at Simdow’s finger, as if it would pull him farther inside her.  She wasn’t sure what to make of this joining.
Still keeping an eye on her, Simdow lowered his face to gently kiss one flushed breast.  His finger remained imbedded and his palm brushed her swollen nub, drawing circles over it.
Bliss returned in a rush.  Katherine’s honey gushed over Simdow’s hand as a moan escaped her lips.  The confusing oddness faded, allowing euphoria to return her into its seductive embrace.
Simdow’s finger moved in and out, his palm continuing to rub delightfully over her straining clitoris each time he penetrated fully.  His lips sipped delicate kisses from her nipples, sending more darts of mind-uncoupling pleasure to her hearth.  Katherine became gradually aware that her hips moved of their own accord, rising and falling to increase the friction that smoldered.
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