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Alien Conquest Release Update

Sometimes I love being proven wrong.  Such is the case with Alien Conquest.  The original publisher has pulled it off sale everywhere even though it is the weekend.  I have just finished the task of loading the new version to all distributors.  Even the print version has been pulled, so if tree book is your thing, you won't have long to wait.

In fact, if you frequent Smashwords for your e-books, you can get Alien Conquest now at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/421698.  Have I mentioned lately how much I love Smashwords?  Let me proclaim my ardor for that site once more.

The Kindle version is also already up, much to my amazement.   http://www.amazon.com/Alien-Conquest-Clans-Kalquor-Tracy-ebook/dp/B00J6EF3Y4/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1395516025&sr=1-1&keywords=alien+conquest+tracy+st.+john.

In the UK, your link is http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alien-Conquest-Clans-Kalquor-Tracy-ebook/dp/B00J6EF3Y4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1395516217&sr=1-1&keywords=alien+conquest.

CreateSpace has the print version.  https://www.createspace.com/4727273.

As soon as Nook has added it to its site, I will post the link.  Thank you all so much for your patience and understanding.  I hope you enjoy the additions to the story!

And Now We Wait

Clans of Kalquor 3:  Alien Conquest should be mine once more.  Its contract has run out and the rights have reverted to me.  Unfortunately, the publisher has not yet responded to my emails requesting they take it down from their site as well as distributor sites (Amazon, B&N, etc.)  I sit waiting somewhat impatiently for them to get back to me so I can upload the newly edited and expanded version. 
This could take a while.
First of all, it’s the weekend.  I know I will not hear from the publisher over the weekend.  It will be Monday at the earliest now that I can hope to get things moving.

Even once the publisher does return the rights, things will still proceed at a snail's pace.  It could be hours or days before the old book disappears from the distributors.  You can never tell with these things.  Barnes & Noble in particular has been notoriously slow in removing books with elapsed contracts.  The one exception to the rule is Smashwords.  They respond quite fast with taking a book down.  Once I load the new edition to that site, it will be on sale immediately.  Man, I love Smashwords.  They rock.
As for the rest:  once the original version of Conquestis gone, I have to play more of the waiting game after the new edition is uploaded.  Nook can take up to three days to post a new book. 
Amazon should take only 12 hours on the U.S. side (24 hours for international), but there’s a snag to the Kindle availability.  You see, I always get a notice after that 12 hours that I need to confirm I have the rights to my book.  Even though I checked the little box when I uploaded the new book confirming that yes, this is my book, their alarms go off.  They’ve seen that title on their site before, and so I get a notice that says I need to go back and check that little box again.  So I do, and then it’s another 12 to 24 hours before they’ll put the book up for sale ... unless they’ve figured out something else to bitch about.  Amazon is admittedly awesome to its customers, but complete jerks to their indie publishers.  And so it goes.

Then there's the print version.  All the print copies of the old version ordered by the publisher must be sold out before I can put the new edition into print.  If memory serves me right, Alien Embrace took a few months.  Alien Rule was not a long wait, so we will hope the same happens with Alien Conquest.  Fingers crossed.
Of course I’ll be posting here, Facebook, and Twitter when the books are up for sale.  You’ll know as soon as I do.  If you’ve been waiting for the new version of Alien Conquest, hang in there.  It’s coming ... sooner or later.

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

Lidon startled him by suddenly planting his lips over Degorsk’s.  The Imdiko gasped, which parted his lips.  Lidon’s tongue surged inside, tasting of brute male and lust.  Not even thinking of what was happening, Degorsk sucked on the raspy, delicious appendage, drinking in the feral flavor of the Nobek.
His wrap fell from his hips, having been tugged loose.  Degorsk moaned into Lidon’s mouth as strong, calloused hands cupped his buttocks and kneaded them.  He strained forward to make contact with the Nobek’s body.  Lidon moved close so that their fronts touched.  The heat of his body and scent of his arousal was a wallop to Degorsk’s senses.  His cocks filled, growing heavy and hard.  Keening with need, he rubbed against his captor, his pricks straining against the rigidity of Lidon’s crotch.
“Degorsk,” the Nobek groaned, breaking the kiss.  His mouth traveled down, licking a wet trail down to one of Degorsk’s nipples.  The Imdiko’s head fell back and he groaned to the ceiling as Lidon flicked the erect button.  Delight pulsed from the tasting, arrowing straight down to Degorsk’s already throbbing cocks.
He wanted Lidon.  He had for a long time.  The trouble was, he wanted him too much.
Clawing for a semblance of good sense, Degorsk gasped, “Don’t.  We’re military.  You can get killed at any moment, and I get left with nothing again.”
Lidon straightened to look him in the eyes.  “I won’t leave you alone, Degorsk.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“I promise to do my best to not leave you alone then.”
Before Degorsk could protest any more, Lidon kissed him again, shutting him up.  Scattering his thoughts.  Drowning his fears under a wash of pure arousal.
Lidon’s mouth sealed tightly over his, holding him prisoner for his stroking tongue.  At the same time, his hands moved from the cheeks of his ass.  One delved into the crack between the mounds, rubbing and teasing his anus with an assured touch.  A throb of pleasure sizzled from the base of Degorsk’s spine.
The other hand moved around to clutch Degorsk’s main cock tightly at the base.  The Imdiko’s entire body galvanized with the first firm stroke that went from root to tip.  His body jerked helplessly in the restraining cuffs.  Lidon stroked back to the base, and molten heat bubbled insistently deep in Degorsk’s gut.  His pricks went wet, lubricant bursting from his pores to slicken the hand insistently massaging his primary length.  His hips jerked back and forth, forging his cock in and out of that tight, achingly gorgeous grasp.
Lidon released the kiss and his cock.  Stepping back, he eyed Degorsk, his breaths coming in pants.  “I think you’re ready for your therapy, Imdiko.”

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Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

Through the wormhole and into trouble.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan, Honor, and Empire

            As Flencik set to work injecting coagulant to stop the minor internal bleeding, he spoke to distract Breft from the pain.  “What do you hope to do when you’re done with basic training camp, Breft?”            “I’d like to get into Global Security.  My father died in the line of duty, and it would be an honor to be an officer like he was.”            Alc’s voice was kind, as if trying to cushion the blow of how unlikely Breft’s aspirations were.  “That’s a hard group to get into, Breft.  I’m not saying you couldn’t handle the work, but the process just to be considered for training is brutal.  You have to be lucky too, with good references and the recommendations of powerful people.”            Breft said, “I know.  I’m going to have to work my way into it, I suppose.  It would help if I knew someone currently in there for Global Security’s youth training program, but I don’t.  I’ll have to take the long path in.”              Flencik asked, “Your parent clan hasn’t explored their connections?  After all, if your Nobek father was a member, then you’d have an advantage over many applicants.”            Breft’s voice was flat.  “I don’t have a parent clan, and no one from my father’s parent clan survives.  In short, I have no advocates.”            “None of your parents are alive?”  Flencik felt a stab of sympathy, which he masked.  Nobeks didn’t like people feeling sorry for them.            “My mother is, but she never joined a clan.  She’s kind of a free spirit who doesn’t like to be tied down.  She only sees unclanned Nobeks for companionship.  If she was to advocate for me, Global Security wouldn’t be impressed with her credentials.”  Breft chuckled.            Flencik blinked.  He was used to being around men of rank, who came from parents of a higher status.  That Breft had no men to call fathers, that his mother had never clanned and would not – it was not something he had ever encountered before.            At a loss as to what to think about such a situation, Flencik lamely said, “Oh.  I guess that does make things a little complicated then.”            “Yeah.”  With unabashed audaciousness, Breft said, “So if you happen to know anyone who could help my case, Doctor, I’d love to make an impression.”            Actually, Flencik did know someone with Global Security connections:  Rajhir’s Nobek father Astef.  The former officer even sat on the new recruit selection board.  He was as impressive a connection as a young Nobek aspiring to such work could hope to get.            Flencik didn’t mention that.  He knew nothing about Breft, other than he was a cute ragamuffin the Imdiko couldn’t help but like.              He simply said, “I’ll ask around.”            “Thanks.”  Breft looked down at his torso as Flencik completed his work there.  “You work quick.  I can actually breathe without pain now.”            Flencik grinned and motioned for the young man to lay back on the table.  “Put your legs up.  I have just this sprained ankle and finishing up your arm, and you’ll be in fighting shape again.  Not that I’m recommending that any time soon, you understand.”            Breft grinned at him.  “I’ll give it a couple of hours.”            Flencik snorted and shook his head.  He could well imagine Breft walking out of the treatment room and starting a fight right off the bat.  Yes, the young man was a terror, but Flencik couldn’t help but like him.  Maybe he would mention Breft to Astef after all.  It couldn’t hurt.
Release tentatively scheduled for April.

Shalia's Diary Monday Post

Betra opens up.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

Being Murphy's Bitch

I feel like Murphy’s Law was made specifically for me.  Today I’m laughing about it, but a lot of the time I turn the air blue with profanity.
It never fails.  I find an empty spot on my calendar, a couple of weeks in which absolutely nothing is going on.  I mark the end of that two weeks as a book’s release date.  This gives me plenty of time to format, gear up for promotion and marketing, and all the other little details that come with publishing something new.
And then as release day nears...BAM. 
A call from my son’s teacher.  “We need to schedule a meeting.”  And all she and the rest of the special ed support staff have available is a day the week before release.  Maybe even the day of!  Then his behavioral specialist re-schedules a consultation right in the middle of everything.
A family emergency arises.  Someone is getting divorced.  Or lost their job.  Or is in the hospital.
My mother suddenly decides this is the time to drop by unannounced for coffee every day.
Something major breaks in the house, or the car needs a repair. 
I tell you, it NEVER fails.  Somewhere, the being in charge of scheduling my life is cackling wildly every time I pick a release date for a book.  All I can do is sit there and stare at my calendar and whimper, “Are you f-ing kidding me?”
Life happens.  And it only seems to happen whenever I decide to put a new book out.  That’s just the way it works.
Re-releases are turning out to be no different.  I have no control over when the contracts on my first books run out.  Due to Kalquor’s increasing popularity, I must get those particular books re-released ASAP.  As you might have guessed, things are already popping up around the re-issue date of Alien Conquest.  I am watching and shaking my head as the phone rings of the hook, people come for spontaneous visits, appliances break down, specialists change my son’s schedule, and my extended family’s drama goes into high gear. 
Murphy, you merciless son of a bitch. 
Don’t worry though.  I knew this was coming.  I’m laughing it off these days.  What the hell, I can rest when the book comes out and ready myself for the next time.  Oh shit, that’s next month with Clan, Honor, and Empire.  I’m supposed to re-release Unholy Union in April too, and I haven’t even begun an editing run on that.  Well, damn.  I guess the fun will never end for ol’ Murphy. 
And there goes the phone again.  Caller ID:  my son’s school.  Sigh.

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 7: Alien Refuge

“Perhaps you will allow my Imdiko to restrain you a little as we make love.”
“Restrain me?”  She looked at Rivek, who was looking less serene by the moment.
“That does sound delicious,” he said, his silky voice fairly purring with desire.
“Only the wrists,” Jol said in what might have been a reassuring tone if it didn’t come out so growly.  “Just to make you a little more vulnerable to my control.”
“Oh.”  The word came out extremely breathless as Iris’ stomach flip-flopped.  Her pussy was seeping again, already anticipating the impending lovemaking.
“Remember, Iris, you can tell us to stop the moment you are overwhelmed or frightened,” Ospar said.  He lounged on one side of the bed, watching them.  “We will not push you where you cannot bear to go.”
“Trust us,” Jol breathed, moving between her legs and pulling the bottom part of his formsuit off.  His eager cocks sprang loose, flushing to shade darker than the rest of his skin.  
He scooped his arms beneath her thighs, lifting her bottom up and pulling her towards his erections.  Iris slid towards him, her shoulders bumping gently over the bedding surface as he drew her steadily into position.
“Place me,” he told her.  “And then offer your wrists to Rivek.”
Iris reached for those slick organs, lifting slightly to grasp each cock.  She gasped to feel how his flesh pulsed against her palm.  Loving how Jol felt, she stroked up and down his lengths to make him shudder and groan.
“By the ancestors, woman,” he breathed.  “Just your touch is enough to make me crazy.  Let me have  at least a moment to feel your sex surrounding me before I spill.”
Iris guided him to her sex and anus.  Still open from Ospar’s delightful use, stretched and no longer fearful, she sighed with pleasure as Jol slid inside her.  
Iris reached to touch him, but was stopped as two large hands captured her wrists.  She raised her eyes in surprise to see Rivek framing her head and shoulders with his folded legs as he kneeled on the bed.  He had also removed the last of his clothes, and his cocks seemed to reach like skyscrapers overhead.  He pinned her hands to his upper thighs and grinned darkly at her.  The almost animal lust in the Imdiko’s face made him nearly unrecognizable to Iris in that moment.  She suddenly wasn’t sure who should be making her more nervous:  Rivek or Jol?  They both looked equally feral at that moment.
Her weight was back on her shoulders since Jol held her ass up for his slowly rocking hips.  She’d felt helpless before with Ospar, but this took vulnerability to a new level.  Trapped between the two big men, her legs pinned by Jol, her arms by Rivek, Iris’ guts seized with passion.
What is wrong with me?
“Nothing,” Rivek answered.  “You are perfect.”
Iris gasped.  She hadn’t realized she’d spoken out loud.
Jol chuckled.  “I think she refers to the pleasure she is taking from being at our mercy.  She is extremely wet.”
Rivek’s grip on her wrists tightened.  “There is nothing any more wrong with you taking pleasure in being dominated than there is with our pleasure in dominating you.”
It was hard to think with Jol’s cocks slipping in and out of her so deliciously while they held her down.  Still, Iris managed to gasp, “I want to be strong.  Not helpless.  Not defenseless.”
“You are strong, my beauty,” Jol said.  “I would not want you so much if you weren’t.  Gaining the surrender of a weakling is not a thrill.”
Rivek added, “We will allow you to be strong outside of the sleeping room.  But in here, you will allow us to be your strength.  Your power is demonstrated in your ability to surrender to us.”
She didn’t really understand what he was saying, not with Jol fucking her the way he was.  His hips gyrated as he drove against her steadily, rubbing every inner surface with demanding intensity.  Iris lost herself in the possession as he made very thorough love to her.
Jol’s expression was still lustful, still ferocious, but there was a new element slowly dawning over his face as he looked at her.  A kind of softness hinted at the edges of his attitude.
It came out in his voice too.  “Mother of All, I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful as you with that look of rapture on your face.  To think I could give someone such an expression humbles me.”
Iris could only moan in response.  Excitement was building with every stroke, with every grinding gyration the Nobek gave her.  His possession was perfect; so strong, so demanding, and yet so determined to pleasure her.   The three Kalquorians made her nervous, yes.  They also made her feel very cared for.
“How?” she moaned, unable to speak normally with Jol making her insides blaze.  “How can I be anxious and aroused all at once?”
Ospar rolled over to lie nearer to them.  “Nervousness makes every sense come alive.  Adrenaline is rushing through your body, electrifying each nerve, enhancing every touch, scent, sight, and taste.”
Rivek grinned.  “Right now, we’re only pushing you a little.  When you trust us a bit more, we will truly test your comfort and thus intensify your reactions.”
Iris couldn’t imagine being turned on more powerfully than she already was.  Jol was working her faster and harder.  The tendons were standing out all over his body.  His jaw tensed.  The position he had her in allowed her to see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.  Watching him strain to keep control was even more erotic than seeing herself on the vid.
Ospar traced her areolas as Rivek held her arms down and Jol quickened.  Churning pleasure increased with every thrust the Nobek made, making her squirm under their touches.  His body was now slapping against hers, and the feeling of his cocks heating her insides made Iris go from wriggling to thrashing.
A ticklish burn swelled her sex and ass.  The pleasure was so profound she could no longer process the sight of the men surrounding her.  If they spoke, she didn’t hear them.  She was only aware of burgeoning ecstasy, of being held prisoner for their pleasuring, that she wouldn’t be set free until she had climaxed for them.  Until she had been given what they wanted her to have so she could give them the reaction they wanted.
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Shalia's Diary Thursday Post

Shalia's got a gun.  http://shaliasdiary.blogspot.com/

WIP Wednesday – First Mataras: Michaela

 Behind Jessica was a familiar face, looking at him under a cap of short hair.  Korkla blinked at the beautiful young man that looked like Michaela’s twin for a second before he realized he was looking at Michaela herself.  Michaela as her male aspect. 
Her black curls were tied back tight in a ponytail that just reached the nape of her neck.  The dark blue shirt showed no signs of round feminine swells and accentuated the width of her shoulders, shoulders much broader than Jessica’s.  The shirt draped down past the hips of her black trousers, masking the rounded hips he noted the night before.  Polished black boots completed the costume that rendered Michaela completely masculine.
Masculine and beautiful.  Korkla’s heart thudded hard as he looked at the rounded boy’s face of the Earther he wanted to clan more than ever.  By the ancestors, Michaela was stunning whichever persona she chose.  
Somehow, he recovered his senses enough to bow, with Govi and Raxstad following suit.  “Good day, Michaela.”
Korkla was surprised his voice came out gentle rather than rough.  The Earther simply knocked the wind out of him each time he saw her.  He thought she looked at him with desire too, though he detected fear in her expression as well.  Her eyes were wide and dark, and she seemed to be breathing quickly.
Her tone was husky, as if with emotion.  “Hi Korkla.  Govi, Raxstad.”
He reached forward and took her hand, tugging her a little closer to his clan.  “You are as handsome a man as you are a beautiful woman,” he said, letting her hear the feeling in his voice.
“Thank you.”
Michaela took another step towards them on her own.  She wore a dazed look on her face.  Was she that surprised they hadn’t rejected her in her male guise?
Pretending his heart wasn’t racing a million miles a minute, Korkla said casually, “Israla’s garden is in bloom and quite beautiful.  Would you like to come with us for a walk?”
“Okay.  See you later, Jessica.”
Michaela came with them so readily that Korkla was newly surprised.  He saw Govi’s raised brows and knew his psychologist clanmate was just as stunned by the Earther’s lack of reluctance.  
Bevau hadn’t been kidding when he’d shared the information Earther women liked flowers.  A garden full had apparently been all it took to tempt Michaela out of her fears. 
Tentative release scheduled for June.