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Readying for the Re-release of Alien Conquest

Woot!  Edits are finally done on Clans of Kalquor 3:  Alien Conquest.  I have added a whopping 15,000 words to this book.  What are the changes?  Glad you asked.
In the first place, I bring more focus on Clan Tranis’ concerns about the forced re-education of the nuns ... in particular, Degorsk shows some real discomfort on the subject after it becomes clear things aren't working the way he'd been led to believe they would.  The dub-con is still a factor in this tale, but I make it much clearer that the Kalquorians think they are doing the right thing in coercing the women to have sex.  I realize there are those who have problems with such ideas, but you have to remember, these are alien men with rare exposure to any women.  Given that along with the dominating personalities of Kalquorians, it seems reasonable that mistakes are going to be made.  How can we possibly expect a future alien culture to think anything like our present human society?  Be assured however that once Degorsk discovers their efforts are mistaken, he takes steps to rectify the situation.
Many readers who didn’t like the original Alien Conquest stated it was because of the forced seduction issue (though there was a plain-as-day warning in the book’s description that such situations existed within the book).  I make no apologies for the dubious consent scenes.  It is a fantasy many women enjoy, and fiction is only fantasy.  I do not in any way, shape, or form condone real rape as it is a heinous crime for which perpetrators should be castrated and fed their own dicks.  However, in a consensual role play or fictional setting, no one should feel bad or ‘wrong’ about taking pleasure in safe escapism.  That's my personal view on the matter.
I will now climb off my soapbox and continue.
Scenes are better rounded out in this new version.  There is more interaction between the men that shows their affection for each other (bringing them more in line with what you saw in To Clan and Conquer).  Degorsk demanded he get more bad jokes in the mix.  Not even Lidon can rein that man in, so there is more silliness from our favorite Imdiko goof.  There is also an additional bit at the end that underscores the effect Armageddon had on Tranis and how it cemented Cassidy’s relationship with the clan.
I’m much happier with this version of Alien Conquest than the original.  It seems the longer I do this writing thing, the better I get at it, lol.  I am very happy to have had the opportunity to re-edit this book and make it something I’m quite proud of.  I hope it has the same effect on all of you when it re-releases after March 21.

Weekend Wake-up Call – The Font

            Naya’s wrists were still bound together, though no longer tied to her waist.  She was able to work the buttons of Elisha’s shirt free, to run her hands over the broad expanse of his chest.            She cried out and arched as two of his fingers filled her, diving deep into the wet channel of her femaleness.  The friction as he worked the digits in and out of her brought her to immediate eagerness, and she gushed fresh warmth over his hand.            He moaned against her throat and drew hard on her.  The initial pain of his bite had faded and there was only pleasure now, pleasure in being fed from, pleasure in being possessed, pleasure in being his.  When his fingers withdrew to be replaced by the thickness of his cock, she thrust her hips upward, driving him into her.            Elisha shouted, his head thrown back to pull his lips from her neck.  He plunged in deep, taking her with exquisite force that made her wail.  Then all was frantic motion, a frenzied coupling as they strove to meld their desperate bodies into one entity.              Naya’s flesh clamped down on Elisha’s, making his every movement inside her that of a heaving maelstrom of sensation.  His groin, covered in crisp-soft curls, rubbed against her clit, making it swollen and sensitive.  White-hot darts of elation flickered from the nub, feeding the burgeoning flames that rose deeper within her belly.  He curved inside her just so, bringing the engorged head of his cock into continuous contact with the little ball of nerves inside her sheath.  Naya sobbed with excruciating bliss as the friction drove her higher and higher, making her guts clench into a tight knot.             Her insides seemed to swell until she was tight as a drum, the tension making her breath sob in and out with a high, whimpering sound.  Elisha clutched her close as if he would drive her into his body, absorbing her, making her a part of himself.  She could no longer move against him, could only lie beneath his driving, pounding strength as he had her.  And still the elation grew, filling her hugely, stretching her until she thought her skin might shred from the pressure.            Naya felt an unraveling, as if something inside frayed, a giving way.  The tension sprang free under the stress, as she was lifted as if on the crest of a great wave, flying higher and higher.  Then the heavens opened within her, a great flashing whiteness that electrified from her womb to her toes, fingers, to the very top of her head, tearing her asunder in a beautiful dissolution that was all ecstasy and joy.            Her insides clutched and pulled at Elisha, milking him for his precious fluids, which he surrendered with a groaning cry.  At the feeling of him convulsing within her, Naya came again, the sensations sweeter than before.  Their voices rose as one this time, shouting their shared bliss into the black night.
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WIP Wednesday – Clan Beginnings: Clan, Honor, and Empire

            He looked over the readout.  In addition to the compound break, Breft had a couple of fractured ribs, a broken cheekbone, a sprained ankle, and some internal bruising.  For a Nobek who’d been fighting other Nobeks, it wasn’t too bad a mess.            Breft’s admiration for Flencik, or at least his stature, seemed to be increasing.  “You’re pretty substantial in muscle too.  Damn.  If I had your size, the assholes here would stop picking on me.”            Flencik had already noted Breft was slightly smaller than the average Kalquorian.  He had to smile at the young man’s envy.  “Actually, that couldn’t be further from the truth, Nobek.  I was always teased and challenged by those who wished to show their strength by beating on something so much larger than they were.  Unfortunately, I’m not a good fighter.  Hell, I’m not even a bad fighter because I don’t do any combat at all.  Okay, back to the table.”            While Breft lurched back to the examination table, Flencik consulted the trainee’s medical history.  He could feel the youngling looking him over still.  Sometimes the stares Flencik got made him feel a little bit like a freak, but Breft seemed to view his stature with appreciation rather than derision.              The Imdiko’s brow rose as he looked over Breft’s medical records.  Flencik had pegged his patient as being around 18 years of age, but he was nearly 21.  He really was old enough to leave the training camp if he wanted to.  Even his parents wouldn’t be able to stop him if he pushed the issue.  The only legal freedom this young man didn’t enjoy was clanning without parental permission.  For all intents and purposes, Breft was an adult.            As Flencik clicked the file closed and started gathering the instruments he would need to patch the young Nobek up, Breft gave him a grin.  With one side of his face swollen, he looked as disreputable and wicked as a man could.  Kind of dangerous too.  Flencik tried not to think how much he liked to look at such men.            Breft said, “I know all about taking bigger men down, Doctor.  I haven’t had any choice but to learn.  People think I’m an easy target.”            His minder snorted.  The grizzled Nobek rolled his eyes at Flencik.  “They used to.  Breft has made it a point of pride for the others to learn how to take him down.  It looks like they finally figured out how many they need to do so.”            At the guard’s approving tone, Breft’s grin got bigger.  “What was the number?”            “Six.  You’ll be happy to know most of them are almost as bad off as you.”            Flencik started.  He stared at the young Nobek.  “Hold on.  Are you telling me the other six brought in here were ganging up on you?  It was just you against all of them?”            “I’m a hell of a fighter, huh Dr. Mountain?”  Breft beamed, all pride behind the blood and bruises.
Tentatively scheduled for April release.

Shalia's Diary Monday Post

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March 2014 Update

Hi all!  Here's what's happening right now with my books:
Oses and Shalia will at last finish their first naughty encounter.  As if that marathon session wasn’t enough, Shalia’s Diary this month will take us to one of Katrina’s get-togethers.  There will be blaster training, new revelations for Betra, and the final entries for this third storyline.
As I indicated might happen, there will be a two-week hiatus between the storylines of Shalia 3 and Shalia 4.  In addition, I will be taking a break from this blog too.  I need to focus all my energy on getting re-releases and newer books back on schedule.  I have fallen far behind where I need to be on that front, so a break from blogging is essential.  From the looks of things, the hiatus will occur from March 30 until April 14.  As we get closer to that time, I will update you on what’s happening.

Clans of Kalquor 3:  Alien Conquest – Edits are done and I’m in the middle of formatting hell.  You know how much I hate this part.  At any rate, 15,000 words have been added.  That’s a massive chunk, folks!  Rights revert to me the 21st of this month, and I will have the new version out as soon as I can after that. By the way, here is the new cover. As always, Erin did an amazing job.
Clan Beginnings:  Clan, Honor, and Empire – This book continues to kick my ass.  I am doing my utmost to get it done in time for a late April release, but edits are going much slower than I like.  Rajhir, Flencik, and Breft are the main culprits behind why I have to take that two-week blog break.  If I don’t, I will not be able to release this until May. 
First Mataras:  Michaela – With Clan, Honor, and Empire doing its best to destroy me, I’m thinking more and more that this one will be delayed until at least July. 
Clans of Kalquor 9:  Alien Indiscretions –I’m scrubbing a set publication date on this one.  The rights to three more books, including Alien Salvation, revert to me before the release I'd originally planned for in September.  I’ve got tons of re-edits to accomplish while I write this ninth installment of the main series.  All I can tell you is wait and see.


And Now That the Dust Has Settled...
I’ve had a couple of days to think about some of the comments that followed the last Shalia’s Diaryentry in which Oses had Shalia crawl on all fours.  Some people reacted quite strongly to that, to the point where I feel I have to address the issue.  This blog is especially due to me receiving private messages and emails from readers who were offended by some of the comments others made. 
First of all, I write BDSM erotica featuring submissive women and dominating men.  That is the long and short of it.  My stories are in keeping with that lifestyle.  This can include bondage, role playing, pain, discipline, and control.  Everyone’s limits are different when it comes to BDSM.  Some like spanking or being spanked.  Some like restraining or being restrained.  Some even like asking a sub to crawl on all fours.  And yes, some subs enjoy crawling for the Dom they have agreed to give power to. 
Sometimes what partners in BDSM do is not what the rest of us would agree to.  I personally would rather have my ass beaten a lovely cherry red than be humiliated.  My definition of humiliation differs greatly from others’ too.  For one thing, I do not mind pleasing my trusted Dom by crawling to him.  I find it exciting to submit to him in such a manner.  I know he respects me and will take care of me, so crawling to enhance his sense of control is not a problem.  I also know he will not ask me to do anything that makes me feel disrespected.  If he does request something that I am not comfortable with, I know I am safe to discuss it with him.  In fact, I am always encouraged to speak up about anything and everything.  The same goes for other submissives.  We all have different likes and limits, and we know it is our responsibility to tell our Doms about such things.
To call Oses a pig because he tried Shalia’s limits by telling her to crawl is the same as referring to my Dom and other subs’ Doms as pigs.  It is not acceptable.  Someone referred to the power exchange as ‘revolting’.  Since this is behavior that many subs and Doms alike enjoy, that is likewise offensive to us.  Do not judge our pleasures simply because you do not share them.  Crawling, for us, falls within BDSM guidelines:  safe, sane, and consensual.  It is something we have agreed to with our Doms.  
If the crawling episode of Shalia’s Diary bothered you greatly, then congratulations.  You have discovered a hard limit that must not be crossed in your own play.  Be sure to tell your partner accordingly.  In BDSM, communication is everything, so make sure you’re up front with this matter.
If you are unfamiliar with the BDSM lifestyle, Shalia’s Diary is not the place to learn about it.  There are far better books that will serve that purpose.  Screw the Roses, Give Me the Thorns by Philip Miller and Molly Devon is a big favorite.  I also highly recommend The New Bottoming Book by Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy.  I’m sure my readers in the lifestyle can add to this booklist in the comments section.  Recommendations, please?
I encourage frank discussion and debate in the comments section of my blogs.  What I will not tolerate is name-calling, shaming, and confrontational remarks that cause discomfort to the majority of my readers.  It wasn’t Oses and Shalia’s play that upset most of you ... it was the comments made by those who are apparently not engaged in the BDSM lifestyle.
What constitutes acceptable debate?  Comments such as “I personally don’t like to be ordered to crawl.  That’s something I could not handle.  It simply feels too disrespectful to me.  I would tell Oses sholt at that point.”  Then be open to discussion.  Remember, such things are your limits, which the rest of us don’t necessarily share.  Knowing this, keep it courteous. 
If you really, really have issues with Shalia’s Diary, please do not read it anymore.  Oses will continue to play a big part in the story.  He will continue to be dominating.  Shalia will continue to enjoy it.  I am not changing that and I am not watering down Oses' personality to appease the few.
I have removed the comments that most of you took exception to on that particular post.  Should anyone in the future issue similar remarks, I will remove those comments as well.  I want my blogs to remain a place of enjoyment for all my readers.
I would like to keep you all around whether you are practitioners of BDSM or simply curious.  But please, do educate yourselves on what is acceptable in the lifestyle before you get upset and start making hurtful comments.  Even when we play naughty, we still prefer to play nice here.
Thank you all.

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clans of Kalquor 6: Alien Redemption

Now that Rachel had some reassurance that sex was going to happen, she wanted Erybet to let her loose.  She pulled against his grip, making whimpering sounds.  Damn it, she wanted to touch them!
“Sletran.”  Erybet put a lot of command in his utterance of the other man’s name.  Apparently, it was all he needed to say, because the Nobek immediately took his place in holding her arms down.
She made another protesting sound and kicked her feet against the soft mattress in furious protest.
“So demanding.  But I’ll let it slide this instance in honor of our first time together.”  Erybet’s eyes were bright with contained mirth.  “Now hush, little sweet.  Your pleasure comes first, and you must allow us to take care of your needs.”
With that, he moved away from the bed to stand before the curtain-draped wall.  He swept the fabric aside.  There were no strange or crazy bondage instruments behind this particular drape.  He did something, and a drawer slid soundlessly out of the wall.  The Dramok rummaged in it for a moment, then extracted a couple of objects.  Another motion, and the drawer disappeared seamlessly into the wall once more.
Erybet stalked back to the sleeping mat, his smile evil enough to make Rachel’s guts clench in anticipation.  But when she looked at the things he carried, she wasn’t quite sure what to make of them.
One was a cylindrical metal object with what appeared to be a soft foam cover at one end.  The other looked just like a miniature Kalquorian penis … well miniature compared to what Conyod had possessed both front and back.  It was slightly less than what Marcus had been gifted with.  Was the Dramok planning to fuck her with it?
It had a flat flared base too.  Rachel guessed it was to prevent it from going in too far.  Okay, she thought she could handle a little experimentation with the fake cock, but she dearly hoped to get the real deal as well.  She just wished she knew what the soft-tipped metal cylinder was for.
Erybet knelt between her legs.  “We enjoy using various accessories when we make love.  You don’t seem adverse to a little adventure.  Or being held down.”
Rachel gave him a little shrug, since she didn’t know just how much ‘adventure’ he wanted to take her on.  She gave the cylinder a doubtful look.
“This?  It won’t cause any pain.  Quite the opposite, in fact.  Dushveb, misfot.”
At the foreign words, the cylinder made a low humming sound.  His gaze on her face, Erybet lowered the cushioned end of the cylinder to Rachel’s sex, touching her clit.  A steady vibration pulsed against her flesh.  Rachel gave a little cry as pleasure clenched her lower parts.  Her hips jerked, and the Dramok took the cylinder away.
“Enjoyable, isn’t it?  Would you like more?”
Rachel’s pussy was trembling in the aftermath of the brief but intense contact with the device.  She wasn’t sure how much stimulation from it she could handle.  Could there be such a thing as too much pleasure?  She was almost afraid to find out.
“Ray-Ray, I asked you a yes-or-no question, one you can easily answer.  Do you want more or not?”
There was challenge in his voice, and damn him, she’d never been able to turn down a challenge.  It was a matter of stupid, blind pride and she knew it.  It still didn’t change the fact that she refused to back down from anything.  Besides, he was thrilling her body, not hurting her.  She jerked a nod at him.
Erybet’s grin was almost cruel as he brought the vibrating toy to Rachel’s clit again.  Fierce elation shot through her groin and belly.  She yelled and her hips bucked off the bed.  He pressed it to her more firmly, and she writhed uncontrollably, her cries growing louder as hot, stomach clenching orgasm stampeded towards her.  Erybet kept up with her gyrations, not letting her escape the pulsating machine.  Oh gosh, she was going over, going to come harder than she’d ever come before…
The belly-twisting sensation was suddenly gone.  Erybet had withdrawn the massage toy again.  Rachel panted and stared at him.  Why had he stopped?  She’d been ready to orgasm.  Damn it, she’d been right there!  The ache in her loins was pounding, demanding release, and she squirmed desperately, thrusting her hips up at the Dramok.
“My Nobek, she acts as if she wants more.  Too bad she can’t tell us, isn’t it?”  The look on Erybet’s face was positively evil.
“Very unfortunate,” Sletran agreed.  His expression was every bit as devilish.   Rachel squealed and thrust her hips up again.  She didn’t understand why they were teasing her.  What kind of jerks was Conyod clanned to, anyway?
“Do you accept my authority over you, little Ray-Ray?” Erybet asked.
Authority?  Like control?  Rachel stilled.  If he was discussing just this sexual encounter, she could live with that.  But what if he was looking for more?
“I guess I must prove my case a little better,” the Dramok mused.  He set the fake dick down on the bed and grasped the back of Rachel’s leg.  Raising it, he said, “Will you hold this for me, Sletran?”
“Of course.”  With the hand not pinning her wrists, the Nobek took hold and held her leg up and out.
At the same time, Erybet tucked her other knee between his arm and side, rendering that leg powerless as well.  Rachel gasped.  She was open and vulnerable to him now.  With his free hand, Erybet spread open her pussy lips, fully exposing her engorged clit.  The humming device lowered towards it.
Rachel strained to jerk free.  She couldn’t move, and the vibrator was getting closer … closer…The light touch sent a blast of renewed ecstasy through her loins.  She tensed all over, her body battling to both escape and embrace the wicked instrument.  Able to do neither, it strained to release the mounting pressure.

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WIP Wednesday – First Mataras: Michaela

Korkla shoved down the frustration that tried to take good sense away.  He’d barely slept all night.  Time and again, his mind had turned to dark-eyed, beautiful Michaela, remembering every expression on her cherubic face.


He told Govi, “I thought we left things on such a good note with her.  She was smiling when we said our goodnights.”
His Imdiko gave him a sad smile, a particularly poignant expression for such a beautiful face.  “This is a damaged, frightened Earther, my Dramok.  Michaela seems to feel unworthy of positive attention every bit as much as she craves it.”
Raxstad planted his hands on his hips and scowled at nothing in particular.  “This is fucked up.  How are we supposed to fix that if she won’t even see us?”
Govi sighed.  “Welcome to my world.”
Korkla grimaced.  “I have new respect for your work with the other Earther Mataras, my Imdiko.  Now what do we do?”
“Trouble, gentlemen?”
The deep and familiar voice of Crown Prince Bevau had all three men turning and bowing in an instant.  He moved down the hall as silent as any member of the Nobek breed.
If there was any man more stunning in looks than Korkla’s Imdiko clanmate Govi, it was Bevau.  The prince had been graced with perfect bone structure and flawless beauty, from his chiseled face to his gracefully muscled body.  As content as Korkla was with his own Nobek, he couldn’t help but appreciate the singular magnificence of the prince.  He was simply gorgeous.
Bevau’s hands were improbably full with flowers, apparently just picked from Israla’s gardens.  Seeing the handsome warrior carrying posies made Korkla chuckle along with Raxstad, while Govi blinked with a bemused look on his face.
Fortunately, Bevau had a better sense of humor than most Nobeks, so Korkla indulged in a little teasing of the younger man.  “Since when did you become a gardener, my prince?” he asked.
Bevau smirked at him.  “You should research your Earther customs better, Korkla.  The females love receiving flowers, apparently.  It’s traditional to give them in honor of important observances and to apologize with.”
Korkla’s smile faded.  “Apologize?”
Bevau’s grin also dropped off.  His look darkened, showing some of the fierceness of his designated breed.  “Clajak was himself with Matara Jessica McInness last night.  He didn’t bother looking into Earther customs either and offended her.  He also managed to upset Egilka, but my Imdiko is not one to be mollified with pretty plants.”
Govi winced, but Korkla kept his demeanor unresponsive.  Dramok Crown Prince Clajak, his employer, was a good man at heart.  Unfortunately, he also possessed a quick temper and an even quicker tongue that spoke before the young man thought.  Refusal to accept responsibility for much of his actions was also a great failing of Clajak’s; one Korkla spent a lot of time dealing with the fallout of.  
Korkla bit back a sigh.  He should have figured on Clajak being clumsy with the Earther Jessica McInness.  He asked Bevau, “Should I speak to him, my prince?”
Bevau gave him a knowing smile.  “Not this time, Korkla.  Let him stew and reflect on his actions for a bit.  He’ll end up kicking his own ass better than any of us could.”
Korkla chuckled.  “He might have a temper, but he also has plenty of conscience.  He’ll one day learn to think first and act later.”
Bevau laughed.  “That’s the dream that keeps me hopeful.  How was your meeting with the little intersex dancer?”
Korkla’s humor dissipated as he was reminded of Michaela.  “We thought it went well, but either she’s not answering her door or she’s made a run for it.  Govi thinks she’ll be his greatest challenge.”
Tentative release set for June.