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June 2014 Update

For the video version of this, please go to my YouTube channel here.   
Shalia’s Diary Book 3:  Now available from Amazon, Amazon UK, Nook, and Smashwords. Also in print.


This book runs from the December 1 to February 1 entries. Enjoy!
As for the Shalia’s Diaryblog – well, you now know the kind of trouble Shalia and Oses are in.  Or at least, you think you know. Again, dark places ahead. Proceed with caution.


Clans of Kalquor 4:  Alien Salvation – Rights revert to me at the end of July.  The book’s edits went amazingly well.  I am formatting it now. If you have it, don’t buy it again. There were barely any changes, certainly nothing that warrants a second purchase. 


Netherworld I:  Drop Dead Sexy – Rights revert in August.  The major overhaul has begun – and within only two chapters, it is every bit the challenge I thought it would be. I’m not even sure it will come out as soon as I get the rights back ... unless the problems I’ve found are contained to only the first five chapters that I read before realizing I was so incredibly unhappy with this book and put it down.
First Mataras:  Michaela – I’m about a third of the way through the first draft.  It’s at 60,000 words already ... which means we may be looking at another huge beast of a book. Michaela is much like Krijero, which means tons of angst and emotional upheaval.  The girl’s got issues.  Between Drop Dead Sexy slowing me down, summer vacation, Michaela’s self-esteem battles that demand rigorous attention, and what looks like could be another epic-length book, there is no way in hell I will attempt to set a release date right now.
It’s time for grilling, playing with the kids, and days spent by the pool or on the beach, so get out there and have a good time.  Happy summer, everyone!

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 2: Alien Rule

The Nobek dropped her gently to the floor, making sure she didn’t hit her head on the way down.  Again she scuttled away on all fours, and this time he let her.  He followed her with measured paces around the room, pulling his hard, ready sexes free of his formsuit as he stalked her.  
“Nowhere to go, little Jessica McInness,” Bevau gloated when she looked over her shoulder to see him hunting her.  His eyes glittered and his lips stretched over his fangs in a predatory grin.  He was all Nobek now, a brute to be feared.
Jessica emitted a little shriek and lurched to her feet, preparing to run.  For an instant an iron arm circled her waist.  Then Bevau had her pressed against the wall again.
She fought him as hard as she could, kicking, slapping, and punching, her head whipping from side to side in negation as he manhandled her into position for his first thrust.  “No,” she gasped, feeling the tips of his cocks at her entrances.  She screamed as he crushed against her, holding her writhing body in place.  “Please,” she begged as he paused, savoring his domination before taking what he wanted.
“Is that real begging, or are we still playing?” Bevau asked.  “If you want me to truly stop, say the Kalquorian word sholt.”
Jessica responded by darting her face at his and biting his lower lip.
Bevau’s hips pushed against her, impaling her moist, eager flesh with his own.  He shouted triumph in a beast’s howl as he traveled deep into her body.  Jessica shrieked at the mingled thrill and agony of the sudden invasion.  They cried out together, predator and prey.
Bevau rode her, thrusting his considerable sexes in hard.  Jessica held on for dear life, her arms clutched around his neck and legs around his waist.  Already she could feel her senses overloading, tipping toward glorious orgasm.
Her legs slid down the Nobek’s waist, letting her calves run over his buttocks.  She tightened her grip there and flexed to help him drive into her harder still.  Bevau’s head fell back, his face filled with bliss at her urging him on.
He let Jessica direct the rhythm of their lovemaking, timing his thrusts to coincide with the squeezing of her legs.  She made him take her fast for a little while, feeling her body rushing ever closer to orgasm.  Then, sensing she was nearly there, she slowed the pace, letting them both hover at a steady pulse of pleasure, calming a little, before quickening once more.
All the while he kept her pinned to the wall.  With her strong dancer’s legs binding his hips, she imprisoned him, making him stay inside and keeping her deliciously full of his cocks.  Jessica gloried in the sensation of being both master and mastered.
Bevau’s breathing came quicker now, and he began to ignore her rhythm.  His hands grasped her buttocks, squeezing and molding the rounded flesh.  He worked her faster, and Jessica knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.  A mewling sound escaped her lips, and the Nobek responded with a growl.  His thrusts became stronger, and he drove deeper into her than ever before.
Deep pleasure bloomed in her gut, and her entire abdomen contracted in a massive spasm.  The walls of her vagina grasped Bevau’s cock as if to pull him in even deeper.  His howl joined her scream, and he let go of one hip to pound his fist against the wall.  Jessica’s womb, rolling in huge waves, milked his pulsing penis, determined to suck every drop of seed from his body.
Bevau crushed against her and another orgasm rocked Jessica.  She bit into his shoulder and tasted the tartness of the Kalquorian’s blood.  They raged and twisted against each other as lust had its vicious way with them.  There was no thought, no conscience, no sense of anything but primal urges that had to be met.  If anyone had heard them, they would have been convinced a fight to the death was in play.
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Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

Taking stock of the situation.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

WIP Wednesday – First Mataras: Michaela

Govi turned his attention to her.  “Michaela, I’m curious.  How did you escape discovery on Earth?  How did it happen you were delivered by a doctor who didn’t expose your existence?”
Michaela took a sip of the shel the waiter had brought to their table before answering.  “My parents were relief workers, and they were stationed on the island of Haiti after two hurricanes blew through within a couple of weeks of each other.  The devastation was so bad, they lived there for several years.”
“From what I’ve been able to learn, hermaphroditism can be caused by genetic factors.  It’s rare everywhere, but it happened in this one village often enough that intersex people there were called ‘the third gender’.  Many villagers accepted it without prejudice and considered it their duty to hide such people from the government as a way to reject the Church’s edict to euthanize them.  Haiti was no friend of the government.  I was lucky enough to be born there.”
“Lucky indeed,” Korkla said.  “I can hardly believe they would execute people for being born a certain way.”
Michaela took another sip of her drink.  It was only the second time she’d shared her story.  Until now, only Jessica had known the full tale.  It was hard to talk about, even though she knew it was safe to do so.  “The doctor who delivered me had concealed the births of three other intersexes during his tenure, all born to the same family.”
“So there are more like you.  You are not quite the rarity you claim to be,” Korkla said.
Michaela shook her head.  “Even among the intersexed, I’m an oddity.  Most have the characteristics of one sex in particular, and partial characteristics of the other.  In history, there are rumors but no documented cases of someone with fully formed and functioning male and female genitalia.  I’m the only one.”
Raxstad grinned.  “That is amazing.  And we are the ones who have found you.”
He seemed genuinely pleased by that.  He had the air of a man who’d won the lottery.  Michaela found his attitude amazing.  She was no prize by any means.
Govi brought her back to the conversation.  “You were safe on this island of Haiti?”
“In that one village.  My parents did all in their power to keep us there, but when I was seven, the aid projects to Haiti ended.  We had no choice but to return to the North American Bloc, where my father was from.”
No release date set.

Shalia's Diary Monday Post

A pact is made.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

New Video Blog

I've got a new vlog for you, pronouncing the names from Alien Interludes, the short story collection.  Due to the many names that appear in Alien Interludes, I am breaking it up into several videos. This particular one goes through the characters that appear in the stories 'Hunted' and 'Abduction'.  How many do you know how to pronounce? Find out here.

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

            Flencik was even bigger than his Dramok, in length and girth.  Amelia’s moan was half-delight, half-torment as the tapered lengths of him swelled inside her tight sheaths.  She stretched to her very limits to embrace the behemoth.  His size alone was enough to tantalize that secret spot inside, his primary cock pressing hard against it.  Her sex flexed in reaction, making both of them groan with the dizzying sensation.            The Imdiko wrapped his massive arms around her, enveloping her in a bear hug.  He was alien and a virtual stranger, but the way he held Amelia made her feel strangely guarded and safe.  She had the insane urge to ask if she could shelter within his embrace forever.            Flencik clutched her close and lifted Amelia up while keeping her impaled on his dual maleness.  He knelt on the lounger, and Amelia ended up sitting on his lap.  Her sex spasmed again, dissolving any of her better judgment that might decide to raise a protest.  Even the ache of accepting such a large man was delicious in its intensity.  It only seemed to accentuate how good it felt otherwise.              “You around me tight,” Flencik sighed.  “I no be with so good as you before.  So enjoy this feeling.”            He held her still, apparently in no rush to achieve completion.  Instead, he kissed the entirety of Amelia’s face, tasting her eyelids, nose, mouth, and chin.  While he continued to support her with one arm around her back, his free hand rubbed her breasts.  The Imdiko tugged gently on one nipple, then the other, inciting powerful bolts of electric excitement that traveled straight to her clit.  Amelia cried out, writhing wildly against him.            His sweet assault had her body clamoring for more.  Obeying instinct that was more animal than human, Amelia wrapped her legs around his waist.  Hanging onto his shoulders, she worked her body to rise and fall on him, impaling herself on his cocks over and over.  Not only was his thickness rubbing hot against the sensitive interior spot, but her clit dragged back and forth over his groin.  The iron rod in her butt added a thick, dark pleasure to the brighter tides rolling through her womb.  Sobbing sighs escaped her as pleasure built higher and higher.            Flencik trapped her by holding her tight around the middle of her back.  His other hand clasped one buttock, grinding her hard against his groin.              Amelia could no longer move, could not claim what her body demanded.  “No.  Don’t make me stop,” she groaned, the desperate urge to rut overtaking her.            “No fight,” Flencik whispered.  “I make pleasure you.”              Using the strength in his powerful arms, he pistoned her up and down over his organs.  Their position allowed her clitoris to rub against him with even more delicious friction than before.  He drove his groin up and her down, pounding hot moist flesh into hot moist flesh, making the growing heaviness in her loins roil in churning pleasure.  Amelia hung onto his wide shoulders for dear life, feeling her senses rushing toward that precipice again.  It was happening already, so soon, she was going to fly apart, here it came ... she screamed her ecstasy to the ceiling, her head thrown back in release.
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Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

A bad situation getting worse.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

Shalia's Diary Book 3 Now Available

This is a compilation from the free serial story blog ‘Shalia’s Diary – A Clans of Kalquor Story'.   It is highly recommended you read Shalia’s Diary, Books 1 and 2 before reading this story.  Shalia’s Diary Book 3 picks up immediately where Book 2 left off.
Told in the passages of her ongoing diary, Shalia Monroe’s adventures continue when she leaves Earth to find and join a clan on Kalquor.  However, her heart still breaks for young Clan Dusa, making Shalia wonder if she can indeed find love again.
With new friends Candy and Katrina, Shalia vows to never again fall for men she cannot keep.  However, Kalquorians are always a willing temptation and Shalia is a magnet for dilemmas.  She’s got more trouble than she ever bargained for on board the Kalquorian transport, with surprises and new enemies coming at her from every side.  Men who push her boundaries, someone new to worry over, and a universe full of hostile entities are only a few of the challenges Shalia faces as she begins her journey to a new life.
Mild BDSM, including anal play/intercourse, bondage, Dom/sub play, spankings, and multiple sexual partners (m/f/m).  

Now available from Amazon, Amazon UK, and Smashwords. Also in print.
Unfortunately, Nook continues to foul up the formatting on everything I upload to it.  If you wish to buy your copy from Barnes and Noble's website, you will have to wait for Smashwords to send their version to it (the same goes for Kobo).  I am sorry for the delay. Thanks as always for your patience.

 

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions

                As Diltan had expected, he found his clanmates in the common room, playing a round of akmag at the gaming table.  Wal was tossing the stones as Diltan walked in.  Rolat groaned and flung a card at the grinning Imdiko as one of the vid tokens moved across the holoboard.                 The entertainment vid system, only slightly smaller than the one in the greeting room, was predictably off.  No one in Clan Diltan was a fan of the news vids or dramas that played on the broadcasts.  Documentaries, educational lessons, and the occasional concert were more to their tastes.  The three men saw more than enough news and drama in their everyday lives.                Wal’s evil grin turned gentle as he looked at Diltan.  Warmth pulsed through the Dramok’s heart at the welcoming expression from his clanmate.  Looking at that caring countenance, it was hard to believe that Wal had once despised him with all of his being.                Diltan loved Wal’s smile.  It transformed the quietly handsome Imdiko.  Nothing about Wal stood out as particularly noteworthy until he smiled.  His features were well-formed but not memorable.  His hair was the typical Kalquorian black; straight, slightly below shoulder-length, pulled back off his face at the temples.  He was toned but not overly muscled, his frame long and more elegantly shaped than either of his clanmates’.                  He had a tendency to look serious, no surprise for a judge who sat on the most important cases that affected the Empire.  It was not the typical career for an Imdiko, but having been raised by a family steeped in law enforcement, Wal had found a niche.  Still, it was a tough career for the nurturing breed.  The corners of Wal’s mouth were slightly lined because he found too many reasons to frown.  He had sentenced men to life sentences and even execution.  It wore on his conscience to do so, and his clanmates had found it necessary to monitor his drinking when sensational cases came Wal’s way.  Without supervision, the Imdiko tended to find more solace in the bottle than was wise.                Diltan grinned at Wal, delighted to see his clanmate in good spirits.  His clanmate’s entire face lit up when he smiled, transforming him from forgettably handsome to beautiful.  Even after decades of clanship, the sight was enough to thrill the Dramok.
No release date set